The beast.

Suddenly I feel unsure of being trapped with him in this confined space, where nobody can stop him, or hear my screams.

I push him. His chest feels like a stone wall and he doesn't budge, not even an inch. He, nor his gaze flicker as he continues to stare at me with a silence of storm.

"Dakota, move." I show my fake bravery, feeling scared of my safety.

My insides panic. I can't stay in these closed four walls with him now that he has taken all the space and standing like an unflinched wall between me and the only exit.

"Step aside." My attempt of boldness feels like a thin veil, easily torn away by the intensity of his gaze. "I want to leave."

"No." His response echoes with a sinister finality, sending chills down my spine.

The washroom feels smaller with each passing second and the way his anger fills every inch of the corner, it all presses down on me like a physical weight.

"My body... My heart is not something to be betted upon." My voice quivers, betraying the fear I fought so hard to conceal.

"It was you who started this. And I am putting an end to it here." I state, looking into his deathly hallows.

Dakota leans in dangerously. His face now inches away from mine, and I feel his warm breath, a disturbing caress on my lips.

"You are mine. All mine." He declares, a possessive tone lacing his words.

"Or do I need to bury myself deep into your cunt to remind you who you belong to."

A shiver runs down my spine as he squeezes my neck hard. His eyes hardly have any warmth of green in them as if he is fully consumed by his cruel side.

His another personality that hates me to his very Black core.

The one who used me like a fuck toy, and then discarded me like a worthless piece, without caring to even show mercy at my innocent body.

Tears prick my lashes as memories of his brutality rushes back to me, once again reopening the wounds I had tried so desperately to heal.

A sickening game of revenge with my body.

This man didn't care for my dignity, or my bleeding heart, and now also he doesn't care about my tears as they stream down my cheeks.

He is heartless and inhuman.

"You are pathetic, just like Ryan." I grit, the name tasting like poison on my lips.

"I am not Ryan." Dakota hisses back, venom dripping from his each word.

"Right.. You are worse than him." I retort with equal venom.

Though Ryan had treated me like a toy too, at least he hadn't forced himself upon me!

Or made me feel like a whore..

The air between us thickens and I notice strange, unsettling emotions on his face- Hurt.. Despise.. Loathe.. Anger.

And then everything disappears. As if a switch has been flipped, and his demeanor changes to that of an unpredictable maniac.

"Legs around me." Dakota commands, a twisted demand that freeze me in place.

The room spins, my heart pounds against my ribs wildly as his grip on my neck gets immensely hard, suffocating me under his blackness.

He is madly serious and it somehow makes my tiny soul tremble.

"Wrap. Your. Legs. Around. Me." He dictates every word cynically, like a low rumble of dark clouds.

Panic surges through my veins, causing me to get into a full terror mode. I struggle to maintain my composure, but my heart is racing and my palms grow sweaty.

I feel trapped like a cornered prey.

His hot breath tickles my neck, and I know I am in danger.

Yet, a little brave part of my brain refuses to avoid the warning standing in front of me and I summon all my courage to push him as hard as I could.

I raise my hand to slap him, but he clutches my wrist tightly in his iron grip.

"YOUR FUCKING LEGS AROUND ME!"

A primal growl tore from his throat, a sound that belongs to someone brutal, not the man I once thought I knew.

Dakota abruptly lifts me up. Air whooshes out of me as my back collides with the wall while he pins me with his hard body.

In one quick movement, he raises my legs and secures them around his waist.

Everything was happening so fast.

Clothes shifting, sound of zipper, a grunt in my ear and then I hear my own gasp as I feel him pushing all the way inside me without stopping.

We both moan in unison, only mine sounded like a terror.

Dakota completely consumed by his rage, holds me tight before withdrawing and slamming into me once again with all his build up anger.

Ahhhhh!

My nails dig into his shoulders and a cry escapes from me as my walls clench around the hard intruder helplessly.

"Why is it so hard for you to open your legs for me when you easily did it for Ryan?" Dakota snarls, thrusting in with all his mighty force.

I tremble in his hands. His words feel like knives to my skin, sinking and tearing into my frozen skin with no hint of mercy.

"Why him?" His cruel voice hot against my ear. "Am I not enough for you?" He pumps harder and faster.

With each merciless thrust, he quickens his pace, matching the same speed of my heart beats without skipping a single beat.

My body unable to resist his ruthless onslaught, moves along with his every powerful thrust.

Green eyes that felt like garden minutes ago, are now a black hole of lust and revenge. They watch me gasping and moaning as he pushes in me deeper and faster.

My cheeks burn with hot shame and I shut my eyes in a desperate attempt to escape his penetrating eyes.

But then, all I could feel is the sensation of his massive length sliding against my tightening walls, and that slickness of wetness adding another hit to the building intensity.

I wish I could stop feeling this!

"Open your eyes, whore!" Dakota barks, while shoving into me barbarically with a force that can be only explained as revenge.

My eyes open in fear as his grip on my neck tightens. His forehead presses against mine gently, while he glares right into my eyes with so much fire, that I feel my internal organs melting by their intensity.

"Why can't you fucking look at me the same way you look at him?" He grits his teeth in vex.

His every word felt like a series of punches to my already bruised heart, because the man I genuinely admired tonight was Dakota, not Ryan.

And the reality of the situation feels like a dragger plunging into my gut, killing all those butterflies I felt fluttering inside me all this evening, leaving me gasping for air.

I struggle to breathlessly. My lungs are not working, yet I am live.

I can feel every muscle of my body pulsating around his cock, but there is nothing magical about it. It's a twisted form of torture, infused with pain and sorrow.

"FUCKING TELL ME!" Dakota growls.

He propels all his anger and thrusts into me inhumanly. All while his enraged eyes bore deep into mine as if searching for answers.

Whereas all I could reply to him is with my tears streaming down my cheeks. It hurts me deeply, my heart is split into half, and my body is again left to abuse by his vengeance.

Dakota moves his hand from my neck to my hair, grabbing a fistful of my locks and looks me in the eye saying, "Why not me?"

Hot breath fans on my lips and heat spreads all across my body in waves. My breast flattens against his brooding chest as he leans further, leaving no space between us.

"Why?" He slows down a bit and whispers against my lips. My heart clenches at the way how softly he is asking me, right after fucking me like an animal.

Tears wet my cheeks as once again his lips brush against mine. His breath caresses my lips oh so gently like a lover, while my body still quivers with his violent thrusts.

"Because I hate you more." I say the absolute truth, tears pooling down my lashes. 

Hurt flashes across his eyes, and for a second I felt a pinch of regret for spitting those words at him. But like a wave, every emotion washes away from face and like an unpredictable predator, he abruptly slams his lips onto mine.

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P.S. There will be one more chapter of Ryan and Emara, where she finally confronts him. Worth it ;)

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