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It was the worst he’s ever seen.
The highway was filled with police cars, firetrucks, an ambulance, and there was even a large towing machine on site.
Chris Redfield stopped his car on the edge of the highway and got out of it quickly, not even bothering to turn off the engine.
He had been going through the latest report when he heard the news channel reveal the devastating event that had taken place.
The moment he recognized (Name)’s car, he dropped everything and left.
“Where is she?” He asked the nearest police officer.
He gave Chris a worried look before he pointed to the bottom of the hill. Chris felt his stomach twist and he skidded down the hill, despite the police officer’s protest.
There were numerous officers, paramedics, and firefighters around the fallen vehicle but he couldn’t see (Name).
Chris thought about the worst when he saw someone.
Albert Wesker was on the scene and he was bent down upon the open car’s door.
The airbag inside had completely filled up the driver’s seat but Wesker was yelling commands to the people around him as he proceeded to skillfully move the airbag away.
“Don’t touch her!”
His voice was filled with venom and possessiveness.
Wesker cut around the airbag before he finally got ahold of an arm. He pulled the unconscious body of (Name) out from under the airbag and Chris rushed to his side immediately. She was covered in bruises and the side of her face was covered with blood.
The inside of her car was also smeared with red and Chris wanted to gag.
Wesker didn’t even glance at Chris as he stroked the side of (Name)’s face, smearing away the blood that covered her unconscious form.
Shouts and panic were heard but Wesker didn’t pay them any mind as he nonchalantly stood up and began to walk up the hill.
Chris watched how soft Wesker’s face was but at the same time, it felt wrong.
A stretcher was spread out in front of Wesker and he gently placed (Name) upon it.
An oxygen mask was placed over her face and an IV was prepared for her. Another needle was injected into her arm as Chris joined Wesker’s side.
“Will she be okay?” He asked the doctor present.
He didn’t say anything as he examined the injured woman.
“She’s lucky to be alive.” The doctor stated, “That crash could’ve killed any human.”
Chris stiffened but before he could say anything, a police officer approached them.
“Her car is damaged and will have to be taken away.” He stated, “I need someone that I can contact on her behalf.”
“What are your relationships with her?”
The policeman eyed Chris.
“Are you her boyfriend?” He asked.
Chris shook his head.
“No, I’m not.” Chris replied, “But I’m a friend of hers. I also work with her at S.T.A.R.S. headquarters in Raccoon City.”
The policeman turned to Wesker instead.
“What about you, sir?” He asked Wesker, “Are you her boyfriend?”
Wesker didn’t answer.
Chris shot the captain a look as he waited impatiently for Wesker to answer the simple question. Wesker instead had a small smile on his face.
“I’ll take care of it.” Wesker answered right away, “I’ll give you my contact information.”
Chris was speechless.
He looked as if he wanted to speak up about the situation when (Name) suddenly made a noise. She gasped and her eyes slowly widened as they looked around.
Everyone saw her heart rate was quickening and she coughed up blood into the oxygen mask.
“(Name)!” Chris called for her but Wesker got to her first.
He moved the nearby nurse away and he gently cupped her face.
“Dearheart.” He told her gently.
She looked at him with panicky eyes as he removed the bloodied oxygen mask.
“You will be okay.” Wesker promised her, his voice so soft no one can hear, “I assure you everything will be fine. Follow my command and breathe.”
“Breathe in.”
She inhaled.
“Breathe out.”
She exhaled.
He held her face as she continued to follow his instructions until her heart rate calmed down. She didn’t even know his other hand had already interlaced with her own as Wesker stared into her eyes.
Seeing that he was here gave her comfort as she began to fall back asleep.
“C-Captain…” She rasped out weakly.
He gripped her hand tighter.
Her hand fits so well in his own.
“You will be okay, dearheart.” Wesker consoled her, “Mark my words.”
“You are not going to die.”
She looked at him with wide eyes.
“You will live.”
He wasn’t promising her.
He was ordering her.
Her heart finally resumed a steady pulse and she shut her eyes. Her hand that gripped his slowly loosened and Wesker pulled away, allowing the paramedics to push her into the ambulance. Chris watched silently, too stunned to even speak.
There was a way Wesker looked at (Name) that he didn’t like.
There was warmth, adoration, and affection but at the same time, it rubbed Chris the wrong way.
“I’m happy to answer any questions on (Name)’s behalf.” Wesker then turned to the police officer, “I’ll give you my contact information. You can also reach me at S.T.A.R.S.”
Believing Wesker to be (Name)’s significant other from that interaction, the police officer nodded and scribbled on his note pad. He ripped the paper off and gave it to Wesker, telling him to come by the station to fill out a few things.
The officer left but Chris did not feel satisfied one bit. He wanted to say something, argue, yell, but Wesker had already shifted his attention to elsewhere.
“Will she be alright?” Wesker suddenly asked the doctor, who stayed behind to provide more details.
“Her injuries don’t appear to be life-threatening. There is some serious bruising but that wouldn’t be too difficult to deal with.” The doctor explained.
“On the other hand, she has a concussion and it’ll take time for her to heal. It’s very severe and it’s a miracle it didn’t damage any more of her skull.”
“She won’t be able to drive.”
“But she has an interview coming up! She has all of her future plans prepared for her!” Chris snapped in disbelief.
“And you’re going to tell her the moment she wakes up that she can’t make it?!”
He knew how much this upcoming interview meant to (Name).
The fact that they’ll have to tell her this news the moment she wakes up is diabolical and so unforgiving.
The doctor gave him an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry but it’s for her own safety.”
Chris wanted to say more when Wesker stopped him.
“Thank you, doctor.” Wesker said smoothly.
Chris watched with a dissatisfied look on his face as the doctor walked away.
He kicked a pebble away out of frustration until he stopped when he noticed the look on Wesker’s face.
A chill ran down Chris’ spine as Wesker walked ahead of him without another word.
Why was Wesker smiling?
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The moment (Name) awoke, Chris was the first person she saw.
He was sleeping on the chair next to her hospital bed but the moment he heard her move, he woke up.
Seeing her (e/c) eyes made him feel a rush of relief as he quickly went over. Her nightstand was filled with cards, chocolates, and flowers from S.T.A.R.S. and Chris told her that her parents were going to fly in soon to see her.
“What happened?” She asked softly, feeling her head throb with pain.
“You got into a car crash.” Chris told her gently, “You have a concussion and the doctor recommends you to rest. Here, let me help you sit up.”
(Name) winced when she sat up, feeling her entire body pulse with discomfort.
She touched her head and felt the bandages wrapped around her forehead neatly, and she stared at the IV that was injected in her arm. Her legs were bandaged up as well and she gingerly touched her lips, still tasting the faint scent of blood.
“W-What day is it?” She asked once more, her voice cracking, “I-I have to get to the interview. I’m going to be late.”
Chris stared at her with broken eyes.
“(Name), you can’t drive at the moment. You were asleep for a few days and we had to let the company know you can’t make it.” He explained to her, reaching for her hand.
“The doctor said your concussion is too severe and it’s not safe for you to drive. But it’s only temporary! Once you’ve healed, you can get back on the road!” Chris gave a smile.
“How long do I have to wait?” She asked slowly.
“Many months.”
Hearing that, tears began to fill in (Name)’s eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she couldn’t help but sob, feeling her entire future was snatched away in an instant. She wiped her tears with her arm, not caring that she was going to rip the IV out of her skin.
Chris panicked and he got up, trying to stop her as he continued to reassure her everything was going to be okay.
“Don’t hurt yourself, (Name)!” He took her hands, “Trust me, the days go by fast and pretty soon, you’ll be up on your feet as if nothing happened! For now, all you have to do is rest. S.T.A.R.S. is still willing to keep you with us so you don’t have to worry about money.”
“We’re currently investigating the crash.” Chris explained to her, “I promise you we’ll arrest that son of a bitch and throw him in jail so he can rot there for the rest of his life.”
She shook her head.
“No Chris… It’s not that.” (Name) sobbed, “I-I know I’ll heal eventually but that’s not why I’m upset.”
Chris wiped her tears gently, but (Name) couldn’t stop crying.
“I was so close to fulfilling my dream.”
“And in an instant… it’s all gone.”
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Her stay at the hospital in Raccoon City was slowly eating her inside.
Every single day was the exact same.
The nurse would come in to check on her, the doctor would make her take medicine, she’ll have to do her daily exercises, and she’ll be forced to stay in bed for the rest of the day.
The only times where she felt the slightest bit of joy was when her parents and friends would come. They offered her an escape from this dreaded hospital and she knew if it weren’t for them, she’ll have gone crazy.
Her mother and father lived outside of Raccoon City and both were very busy people in order to get their pay checks ready for each month.
Despite that, they managed to fly over and stay with their daughter until their work needed them back.
Jill and Rebecca visited her on a daily basis but it soon became limited because of their busy schedules. Barry would send in his wife’s home cooked meals for her, Joseph would text her funny jokes, and Brad would basically send her complaints about Wesker.
Speaking of Wesker… she hasn’t seen him since.
She vaguely remembered him comforting her before she lost consciousness but that was basically it.
Chris on the other hand made sure to be here every single day, providing her with new details about their missions, telling her about his day, and just keeping her sane in general.
“What happened to my car?” (Name) asked Chris as he opened a bag of chips for her.
“It’s towed away at a repair shop.” Chris explained to her.
Her heart dropped.
She can’t afford to have her entire car be repaired.
“You don’t have to worry about it.” Chris assured her, “Wesker took care of it.”
“Captain Wesker?” She blinked.
That was news.
“Yeah, he didn’t tell me but I heard he paid for the damages.” Chris shrugged.
“Oh, that’s kind of him.” (Name) trailed off.
How on earth was she going to pay Wesker back?
She was practically broke.
“He also gave you his blood when you lost consciousness.” Chris added, “I was going to since my blood is also type O but he beat me to it.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Wesker did all that for her?
She sighed.
“I basically owe Captain Wesker my entire life now. How can I even face him?” She groaned into her hands, “Any news on the investigation?”
“You don’t owe Captain Wesker anything. He’s happy to do it and he’s the one who volunteered himself. That’s on him.” Chris told her, “With the investigation, we don’t have any suspects yet but Wesker is also leading that too.”
“He recently informed us that all the security cameras on that specific highway weren't working at that time.”
Great.
The mood turned sour and (Name)’s eyes fell.
“Tell me something else, Chris.” She sighed, “Don’t get me wrong… I really appreciate everything and it’s more than I can ever imagine, but the more we talk about this topic, the more I’m going to lose my mind.”
Chris thought of something.
“I have a sister.”
She glanced at him with surprised eyes.
“A sister? You never told me.” She blinked.
“Yeah, her name is Claire.” Chris smiled, “She’s currently in college, which is why you never saw her. She comes to visit me occasionally at my place and I would teach her a few combat tricks.”
Chris fumbled his fingers.
“Now that I think about it, you and her would get along really well.”
“If there’s a chance, I’d love to meet her one day.” (Name) responded.
Chris gave her a small smile before his mind thought of something else.
“Hey, so remember the party from before? It’s moved to the end of this week.” Chris caught her attention.
“You seem to be doing better now and I was thinking of asking the hospital to discharge you. Of course you’re still recovering but I think it’s always better to heal at home than in a gloomy place like here, right?”
“It wouldn’t be the same without you, (Name).”
A smile appeared on her lips and she nodded.
She was feeling better and the muscles in her limbs have returned so she should be good to go.
She can’t wait to get out of here.
Except no.
“I’m sorry, (Last Name).” The doctor explained to her, “You’ll have to stay for another week or maybe more.”
Her heart dropped.
“Your injuries are just too severe and I can’t take any chances.” He explained to her, “I promise you you’ll be back home at the end of the month.”
The end of the month seemed like a long time.
(Name) stayed silent as the doctor left and the walls around the hospital room became deafening. The smell of antibiotics, alcohol, and medicine was beginning to make her feel sick but at the same time, she was trapped in this prison.
Tears welled up in her eyes once more but she refused to break down.
“I’ll tell Barry to move the party to a later date.” Chris pulled out his phone.
She stopped him.
“No, Chris.” She gave him a gentle smile, “You go to the party this weekend, okay?”
Chris stared at her with alarmed eyes.
“But you—“
“I’ll be fine, I promise you.” She gave his arm a squeeze, “Besides, I can’t eat too much heavy stuff yet so I basically can’t consume anything there. Please, Chris, promise me you’ll go to the party and have the best time of your life there.”
Chris didn’t look happy.
“(Name), I’m not—”
“You’ve done enough for me. Eat some brownies for me, okay?”
Despite the smile upon her face, deep down…
She was broken.
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She left the hospital the day of the party.
She was supposed to stay longer but the hospital bill came today and she couldn’t take it anymore. This place was draining her dry, physically, mentally, and now financially.
She needed to get out of there as soon as she could, even if she got into an argument with the doctor and nurses.
Everyone else was probably preparing for the party and (Name) decided to not let them know that she was out of the hospital. She didn’t even want to go anymore in case she ruined the mood with her “car-crash” presence so she went home.
It was for the best.
Chris couldn’t see her for the last few days since Wesker found out he was sneaking out during his work hours and reduced his pay check. Chris told her he was okay with it and he’d do it again but that didn’t make her feel any better.
First she owes Wesker basically her entire life, and now… she’s responsible for Chris not getting paid.
She felt guilty.
The taxi ride back home was pleasant enough and she glanced outside of the window, taking in the familiar scene of Raccoon City.
Guess she was stuck here once more.
The taxi pulled into her driveway and she paid the driver before she left. There wasn’t anything much with her besides a couple of bags of prescriptions the doctor gave her, but she threw them into the trash the moment she got home.
Her home looked the same as the day she left, besides some more dust resting upon her furniture.
(Name) walked around her room, tidying some things up as the sun finally set. She glanced at the clock and noted the party was probably starting at this moment.
She had no appetite so she simply turned on the TV, hoping to see if any good shows were on at the moment.
“Breaking News — Regarding the devastating car crash that happened a few weeks ago, there are still no suspects at the moment.”
Her eyes stared at the aftermath of the car crash, the broken state of her vehicle, her blood smeared everywhere, and Wesker dragging her out of the debris.
“Raccoon City’s S.T.A.R.S. team is currently still investigating—“
She turned it off.
A lump was forming in her throat as she sat on her couch in silence, while the rest of the world continued on their day.
She thought her home would be some sort of comfort but it turns out, it was somehow worse. This sudden loneliness, helplessness, and isolation soon became unbearable and a part of her wished she didn’t leave the hospital.
At least she had the nurse to talk to.
(Name) shakily got up and she went into her bathroom, opening the lights. Her hands reached for her bandages and she removed them, not wanting to feel them chafe against her skin any longer. There was still some mild bruising as she rubbed a soothing cream over it.
That part wasn't even the worst, it was when she looked into the mirror.
She almost didn’t recognize the person staring back at her.
Compared to her former vibrant self, she looked sunken, hollow, and heartbroken.
She left the bathroom immediately and headed to her bedroom. All the luggages was packed perfectly and she stared at the sight in front of her, as she was meant to take these suitcases with her when she got the new job.
Now they meant nothing.
(Name) changed out of her dirty clothes and put on a clean cami and shorts, before she bent down and opened a suitcase, beginning to clean and unpack when the doorbell rang.
She ignored it, hoping it was some random salesman who’ll soon be on his way.
Her doorbell rang again.
Her eyes shut with frustration and she was about to dive in her bed and sleep the noise away when she heard a voice.
“Darling?”
Her eyes widened.
It was Wesker.
She thought he was at the party.
She got out of bed and was about to reach the doorknob before she stopped. She was just inches from her door when her body didn’t want to move anymore.
She really didn’t want to talk to anyone at her current state.
Her hand slowly retracted but she was unaware of how obsessive and unforgiving the man on the other side of the door was.
“Dearheart, I know you’re there.”
She froze, taken aback that he somehow knew she was at home. Another knock sounded from behind her door and she didn’t move.
She stayed silent.
He knocked once more.
“Open up right now.”
She can never outsmart him.
She opened the door softly, making sure to open it just slightly. The faster she deals with this, the sooner he’ll leave.
Perhaps her half opened door will give Wesker the signal to just leave.
Her (e/c) eyes met Wesker’s own blue ones as she tried to think of something that’ll make him go away.
“Captain Wesker, I thought you’d be at the party.” She began, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“That party is not important.” Wesker looked down at her, “I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay now. I wish you a good night.” (Name) responded politely, beginning to shut the door.
BANG.
A loud and harsh sound stopped her.
Wesker’s military boot slammed itself between the door and the wall, preventing her from closing it. (Name) flinched at this gesture as she tried to kick his boot away, but it was as if she was pushing an immovable object.
“I need to make sure you’re okay.” Wesker slowly repeated once more, his voice getting stronger.
“I am okay.” (Name) promised him but he didn’t budge.
(Name) shut her eyes and she tried her hardest to push him out but it was impossible. There was no way she could overpower someone like him. Yet, she tried and tried but he wouldn’t budge.
Her futile attempts were amusing in his eyes as he finally cornered her.
“If this is about me owing you back for the car and blood donation, I promise you I will pay you back, Captain Wesker.” (Name) sweated, “Just please give me some time to gather all the money and I’ll repay you right away.”
He was pushing against the door now.
“No, this has nothing to do with money.” He replied to her.
“Captain Wesker, the best thing you can do for me is just leave.” (Name) sighed, “I just want to be alone.”
“Then open the door. I’ll leave after I know you’ll be okay.”
“You’re seeing me now. I’m totally fine.”
“You really are testing my last nerves, darling.”
She couldn’t keep hold of him anymore.
Wesker’s hand was gripping the door and slowly and slowly, he was opening it.
He moved with careful calculation and precision, as if he didn’t want to scare her. Despite her pleas, he finally pushed it open and all her hard work went to waste.
The man soon intruded into her home, his very form breaking in her safe haven. His shades were above his blond hair as he shut the door behind him.
Wesker eyed her intently, making her stiffen from how intense his eyes were, and she remembered the outfit she was wearing. Her arms moved to cover her chest area as he moved in closer and he took her chin softly.
“There are still some bruises on you, darling.” He told her gently, “I always knew that hospital was incompetent.”
Before she could say anything, he took her hand and guided her towards the couch. He reached into his pocket and he took out a cream. He then reached out for several medications that he got for her.
He really prepared everything for her.
“Apply this once in the morning and another in the evening.” He instructed, “Hospitals should really look into ointments instead of shoving pills down their patients.”
(Name) tensed when he took her arm and applied a show dab upon her bruise. In an instant, the pain subdued a bit.
Just how much does Wesker know?
His hands worked flawlessly and she was a bit disappointed he pulled away.
“Thank you Captain Wesker.” She began nervously, feeling embarrassed.
Shit, there really was nothing she could offer him in return.
“Would you like anything to drink?” (Name) looked at him.
“You don’t have to give me anything, darling.” He reassured her, “Just being in your company is enough.”
Still, she got up and prepared some hot tea for him. She knew him quite well at this point as the only two drinks he consumed besides water was black coffee and green tea.
Wesker eyed her intently, staring at her body up and down with his eyes as she turned her back to him. He slowly got up and he circled around her frame.
She tensed when he peered over her shoulder to see her making tea but she paid him no mind. Wesker took in her scent before his eyes caught the bill on the counter.
“What a terrible hospital. Charging patients for such a large amount when they can’t even do a competent job.” Wesker hissed out, “Allow me to handle this, darling.”
Her eyes widened.
She put the tea leaves down and she quickly turned to Wesker.
“Captain Wesker, you don’t have to do this. Please, I owe you enough already and at this rate, I won’t be able to have the dignity to look at you anymore.” She pleaded.
She took the bill out of his hands and tucked it somewhere, unbeknownst Wesker had already memorized the amount.
She closed her eyes and waited for the kettle to finish boiling when she suddenly heard music.
(Name) turned around and she saw Wesker standing in front of her stereo, having turned it on.
That music machine was so old she basically forgot about it, as it played a slow but pretty ballad. There were some glitches but at the same time, it was soothing.
Wesker looked at her and he held up his hand.
A calm look was on his face.
“Would you care to dance with me, darling?” He asked her in such a tender voice.
She was not a dancer.
However, the music sounded so nostalgic, almost like an extra remedy to numb away the pain. Wesker’s hand looked tempting as he eyed her tenderly, almost as if he was a different person compared to the usual strict captain.
He looked at her as if she was his muse.
This time, she couldn’t hold the blush down. She walked forward gingerly before she gave him her hand. She allowed Wesker to pull her close and his large hand took her waist before he guided her around her home.
She felt her worries slowly disappear as Wesker spun her around and led her around the home. His hand held hers tightly, as she felt his hard and callous skin upon her own.
A smile finally formed on her lips and she couldn’t help but laugh. She even giggled when Wesker tickled her gently as the song finally reached its final section.
Wesker pulled her close and he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on top of hers. She laid against his chest, hearing his strong heartbeat as her hands laid upon his frame.
A tear slipped out from her eyes but he wiped it away.
This gentle notion caused her to look up at him as the music finally concluded.
Now, it was just them.
Wesker’s hold was protective and she couldn’t help but melt into his arms. She didn’t remember much of the crash but the one thing she remembered was the feel of Wesker’s arms around her frame.
She felt safe, cherished, and protected with him and now, her own heart was beginning to beat.
“I love you.”
She remembered his confession from before and how cruelly she rejected him.
This man loves her.
She has basically gone through terrible things and the one person who was there to make her feel better was Wesker.
Would it be so cruel to deny and not give him a chance?
Her eyes traveled around and they landed on the clock.
It was two hours until midnight and it was already dark outside.
“I shouldn’t take too much of your time, Captain Wesker.” (Name) stated softly, “Thank you for keeping me company and for… everything.”
He didn’t say anything as she finally met his eyes. She felt bold yet scared, but at the same time, it felt right.
She cupped his face and leaned up to place a gentle kiss upon his cheek.
“Get home safe.”
Wesker stared back at her with an unknown look before he retracted his arms. Without his warmth, she suddenly felt cold as Wesker turned towards the door.
“You get some rest, dearheart.” Wesker told her, “Work resumes for you next week. Double pay.”
She wanted to protest about the money but he was gone in less than a second.
She heard him walk towards his car and she turned to get ready for bed. (Name) brushed her teeth and washed her face, before she went into her room.
It was a warm night so she opened the window, allowing the fresh breeze to trail in.
Her eyes glanced through her phone, reading through the messages by her friends and colleagues. She was just about to reply to them when someone knocked on her door.
“Love.”
“Captain Wesker?”
Did he forget something?
She walked towards the front door, wondering why he was back.
The minute she opened it, everything happened so fast.
One moment he was standing across from her by the door and the next, he was gone.
His lips were on hers.
He was kissing her.
Her eyes widened as his arms found her waist and pulled her even closer to him. Wesker kissed her gently, yet passionately and she couldn’t help but tear up and give in.
She held his face and kissed him back, allowing the man to move her further back as he shut the door.
Her back was against the door and Wesker continued to kiss her, his kiss getting rougher and more desperate by each second.
His lips left hers and he trailed down her chin and jawline, before he attacked her neck with feather kisses. His kisses were gentle, making sure to not harm her but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to forget this sensation for a long time.
(Name) shuddered and she gasped when he found her sweet spot and he couldn’t help but smirk.
He bit down and she whimpered.
How cute.
Wesker didn’t give her a chance to recover as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, placing her on her bed as he hovered over her.
He kissed her once more, his large hands reaching for the bottom of her cami. She shuddered when she felt his fingers play around her skin and another sound escaped her lips.
His fingers went under and traced her skin and just when he was about to take it off, she stopped him.
(Name) was gasping for air as she held his face gently with her soft hands, her eyes staring at his own with endearment.
The cool breeze swept into the bedroom but Wesker’s body heat prevented her from feeling cold.
“I-I’d like to go slowly.” She told him shyly.
Wesker stared at her with his own cold ones before they softened.
“If the lady says so, then I must listen.” He kissed her palm.
Her eyes sparkled with happiness and she leaned up to kiss him again.
Everything will be okay.
Even though she didn’t get the chance to leave Raccoon City, she found another reason to stay, this time a new beginning with Wesker. She couldn’t help but feel happy as Wesker and her own body intertwined with each other.
He responded right away as he kissed every part of her skin that he could.
It was extremely infuriating because the sounds she was making were turning him on. If she hadn’t begged so sweetly, he’d have lost his mind and would have ravaged her until the very next morning.
His teeth bit into her neck harshly and she yelped, as a new bruise began to appear.
He was disappointed but looking at the larger picture, he finally got what he wanted.
She’s his.
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