Chapter 32
Chapter 32
I didn’t know whether I should sit with Fox or follow him.
But the doubt didn’t last long.
“Came, bunny p>
His deep voice echoed like a command disguised as an invitation.
I obeyed, sitting beside him.
A chill ran down my spine, discomfort growing as I felt the weight of the other inmates‘ stares.
Within seconds, one of the cafeteria workers approached and handed a tray to the Reaper.
But he didn’t take it.
He simply pushed it toward me.
‘Eat p>
The order was blunt.
I lowered my eyes to the food.
The warm, appetizing smell hit my nose.
Breakfast looked surprisingly good–freshly toasted bread, perfectly seasoned scrambled eggs, a slice of melting cheese on the plate, and a steaming mug of coffee.
‘You’re not going to eat?” I asked cautiously.
He leaned on the table with one elbow, smirking.
I want to watch you eat. I need to keep my bunny well–fed. I don’t want you losing weight p>
His voice was gentle, but his gaze held the same suffocating possessiveness as always.
I looked away and began to eat. The bread was soft and buttery, blending perfectly with the hot texture of the eggs. The coffee was strong and comforting, warming my tired body.
But as I chewed, a sting made me flinch. The pain in the corner of my mouth–a rempant from last night–reminded me of everything.
I ignored it and kept going.
My eyes wandered around the cafeteria and, for a moment, found Fox.
He was watching me from a distance, concern clear on his face.
His gaze scanned every inch of me, searching for signs of distress. To reassure him, I gave a small nod, trying to show that I was okay.
But the relief didn’t last long.
The shiver on my nape came first. Then, his fingers slowly slid across my skin, each movement branding me with silent ownership. His touch wasn’t gentle.
Not casual.
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It was a warning.
His hand wrapped around my neck, long fingers pressing against my skin. It didn’t hurt, but the force was there–controlled, intentional,
“Darling p>
His voice slid against my ear, soft and venomous.
‘Don’t look at another man like that. Even if it’s Fox p>
I swallowed hard.
His tone was low, almost tender–but laced with something far darker.
Something dangerous.
The grip tightened.
An invisible collar.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
‘I get very jealous p>
His mouth came closer, lips brushing the curve of my neck.
“ And I don’t want to lose control over something like that p>
There was no choice.
He didn’t just want my attention.
He wanted total exclusivity.
His fingers slid over my skin again, this time gripping tighter–more suffocating.
“If you don’t want to see that happen, you better not look at anyone but me p>
His warm breath on my skin made every hair on my body stand on end.
My throat was dry.
The fear, the shame, and the crushing weight of being completely under his control swallowed me whole.
I grabbed the coffee mug, drinking quickly, forcing the food down my throat.
But a small cough escaped, shaking my chest.
The grip didn’t ease.
He wanted me to feel it.
He wanted me to understand.
“ Y – Yes … ”
My voice cracked–barely a whisper.
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And then, finally, his hand loosened.
Not because he gave up.
But because he got exactly what he wanted.
My submission.
He smiled, satisfied.
A triumphant predator.
Before I could pull myself together, I felt the heat of his lips against my neck.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It wasn’t affection.
It was a brand.
A claim.
My body froze, shame burning like fire beneath my skin.
Many inmates watched the scene.
Some laughed, whispering to each other. Others simply stared, their hard expressions analyzing every detail.
My fingers tightened around the fork, and my legs stiffened beneath the table.
That’s what he wanted p>
He wanted everyone to know I belonged to him.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.