Madness? What he felt for her was far worse and dangerous than madness. It was like a menacing feeling, which was rooted from his very existence, so this feeling would only end with the end of his own existence.
His breathing needed to be stopped for her to be free from his insanity.
Theron kissed her like there had been no tomorrow. What he had was today, so he was going to do every possible thing which would never make him regret not having that tomorrow, and this could only be possible if he would have her as his in each and every way.
Her body, her thoughts, her desires, her soul…..her heart. Only he should have his claim over all of this. On every inch of her essence and her presence.
It should be just his claim over her.
“Ummm..mm…l…leave,” Eizlina struggled under him. She used every ounce of her physical strength to push that brutal beast away from her, but her strength couldn't overpower his beastly power and grasp. Not even a little.
But she didn't stop trying.
“L…leave me…go away,” she hitted his shoulders. But Theron grabbed her palms and pinned them above her head against the bed with his one hand.
His flaming gaze collided with her angry one, which was glistening with tears of rage, fear and most importantly pain.
Once again, he was hurting her with his brutality.
Theron grasped her jaw in a firm grip.
“Do not make me hurt you, Eizlina, because I will hurt you,” he warned her in his darkly cavernous voice. Eizlina gritted her teeth at his words, but they clenched her heart harshly.
“I am capable of hurting you to the extent no one and nothing can cure it,” he growled against her lips, causing tears to fall down from the corner of her eyes.
Their eyes remained fastened with each other whereas her naked body grazed against his covered ones. Her bare bosoms rubbed against his slightly uncovered chest, as he had undone some buttons of his shirt.
He was infuriated. How could she compare him to that Anton Kloez? That thing had ruined his already destructive thoughts more cruelly. But he also saw that pain flashing in her eyes. The pain, he was giving her and he also knew, this same exact pain had forced her to compare her closeness with him to her closeness with that r*scal.
He knew he and his ways were responsible for everything she felt for him. He himself was the reason why she hated him so much.
He loosened his grip around her jaw and left her wrists too, which made Eizlina turn her eyes away from him.
She didn't even want to look at him. He was an animal. Couldn't he see how much it was hurting her? Or perhaps, her pain didn't matter to him? Yes, it was the truth, he didn't care how much it was paining her. He cared about no one and nothing, except for his own self.
He hated her. He just wanted to hurt her and give her irredeemable pain.
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