It wasn’t a great threat. He probably loved that she hated him.
“And I hate you, Milah Russo. I hate your kind. I hate your name, and one day, you will die because of it.”
“Then kill me now. Get what you want.”
He chuckled. It wasn’t a nice sound.
“You think that is all I want?” Another laugh. This one sounded on the verge of hysteria.
Milah had no idea what he had planned, but she also didn’t want to know.
He leaned in close so his lips were beside her ear. “Do you think I am a man so easily satisfied?”
“I think you’re a sick, evil, twisted bastard. Just like all the De Lucas.” They were responsible for killing her mother. It was why her father had been on a warpath, so determined to end every single one of them. He’d failed.
Now she was at the mercy of them.
Damon De Luca. She hated him so damn much.
“Fighting words, but if I end your life, I don’t get to see you fall, do I? I don’t get to watch all of the Russos fall, and that is exactly what is going to happen. I have plans for you, Milah.”
He tugged her hands above her head and stroked her cheek. He stepped back, and when his gaze roamed down her body, there was no mistaking what he intended.
“You’re going to rape me?” she asked.
She shouldn’t be surprised. De Lucas were all the same. Monsters. Animals.
“Oh, sweet Milah, when you come to my bed, you are going to be begging for my cock.”
“Never.”
“No?” he asked, and within seconds, her hands were released.
She wanted to run past him, to find a means of escape, but he was in front of the door, blocking her exit, and she didn’t think the glass on the side of the stall would be easy enough to break.
Milah stared at him. With the gap he’d created between them, she was able to look at him. It couldn’t be avoided. He did it on purpose. There was no doubt.
His cock was hard.
How could he be hard at a time like this?
She watched as he wrapped his fingers around his length.
“Trust me, Milah Russo, when you finally come to my bed and spread those pretty pale thighs of yours, you are going to be hungry for my cock. Begging me to fuck you.” He moved his hand up and down his length.
She didn’t want to look but found her gaze drawn to him. This wasn’t fair. No one had ever done this to her before. She didn’t know what to do.
The desire to run was strong, but there was no escape.
Milah couldn’t stop looking as he worked his dick.
He looked so … fierce. So large.
She nibbled on her lip and hated that she was even curious as to what he was doing. He held himself so tightly, it had to hurt. There was no way he was enjoying what he was doing, but he stayed long.
Milah was a virgin. She’d never been with a man before, but she had read a great deal, and had even watched some porn at her mother’s insistence.
That had been an … experience.
Her mother had wanted her to be prepared for everything, unlike herself. She had told her that her wedding night hadn’t gone to plan.
Even though she hadn’t wanted to hear about what happened between her parents, she knew it had been bad.
She pulled out of the memory.
Damon’s actions increased in speed, and she heard his groan as he got close.
The tension in his body seemed to mount, and then, she didn’t look away as he finally came. His cum spilled out of the tip and onto the bathroom stall.
“You will beg me for my cock, and what’s more, there will come a time when you’ll beg to lick every single drop of spunk, and I look forward to that day.”
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