"Good morning."

My heart rattles like a caged hamster as Dakota walks in dressed up like a CEO he is.

He appears immaculate, groomed to perfection, and smells like an expensive cologne shop.

A wolfish grin spreads on his face as he takes in my attire of the day. An apron. That's it.

My tits are almost peeking out of the edge as I look down and chop the vegetables, imagining his stone-cold face instead.

This cheap millionaire doesn't even have the heart to buy a decent dress for a girl. Instead, he has the audacity to steal my clothes, towels, bedsheet, and even the pillow covers.

I hate him like a cat hates bath.
Like a child hates math.
I despise him more than Ryan!
Why is he staring at me like a lion?

Dakota quietly walks around the kitchen, stopping at the fridge and drinking his water, all while watching me silently with his predatory gaze.

My hands work fiercely on the vegetables as I feel his ominous stare piercing my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise under his intense presence.

Suddenly, he moves quietly like an unpredictable animal. My heart leaps into my throat as he comes stand behind me, and stares down at my chopping skills.

My grip on the knife tightens, my knuckles turn white as I slice through the tomatoes with a ferocity that matches the anger courses through my veins. Hot and vengeful.

Suddenly, two massive hands clutches mine and my heart stops beating. My pulses throb under his touch as he firmly grips my wrists tightly in his paws.

"Easy there." His husky voice brush my ear.

My heart beats uncontrollably. I feel his chest pressing against my back as he leans down and huskily whispers in my ear, "You will break my countertop."

My body tenses as a warm breath caresses the sensitive flesh of my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My skin feels a thousand stars bursting underneath, as he brings his lips and gently brush on my naked shoulder.

I close my eyes as the nostalgia of his touch and heat of his lips hums through my body. It feels just like the dream I had last night.

But all I consciously remember is his brutal thrusts while he pushed me into the glass and punished me for daring to ask for love.

My heart clenches painfully. I can't even recognise if he is the same man from last night who gave me fresh traumatic memories. I am not only spine-shocked, but haunted by the change in his behaviour.

Dakota presses his body against me, and my back warms up with the heat of his body. His thumb gently strokes the nerve on my wrist while soft lips draw patterns on my shoulder, as if sketching a painting on my skin.

His teeth slowly sink into my flesh and he pulls the strings of apron in his mouth, tugging and playing with it slowly.

"Did you come into my room last night?" I ask him and I sense his body tense up behind me.

"Hmm." He hums against my skin in response, causing vibrations to ripple through my bones.

"Why?" I question him.

His hot breath continuously hits my flesh as falls silent before speaking, "I came to check on you last night."

I feel a fire burning inside of me at his words. After fucking me like animals, he thought of showing concern to me while I was not in my senses.

"Did you touch me?" I ask him.

I feel the rapid thuds of his heart resonating through my body as he stands behind me without any movement.

His grip loosens on my hands as I slowly turn around at look at his face. Green eyes devoid of any emotion, stares down at me darkly.

"What did you do to me Dakota while I was sleeping?" I demand an answer from him and he clenches his jaw tightly. The awkward silence confirms my suspicions that my dream was all too real.

So he did sexually assault me last night!

I feel my blood boiling as I glare at his unfazed face. How dare he violate me in my sleep? How dare he made love to my unconscious body while he fucked me mercilessly when I was conscious and begged him for a little affection?

Rage takes over my mind and all I see is red, and the throbbing vein on his neck, which mocks me. Without a second thought, I spin around and snatch the knife from the counter, driven by the urge to slice him like vegetables and eat his heart out for breakfast.

"You motherfucker!" I scream and strike him.

But his reflexes are faster as he swiftly seizes my hand at the lightning speed and twists my wrist, causing the knife to slip from my grasp.

"Ahh!" I cry out in pain as he clamps down on my wrists like iron and yanks them behind my back. My rage and frustration sky rockets as I struggle against his body, while he presses into me.

"You really have the balls to do that!" Dakota growls in a low and menacing voice.

Fire breaks out of me and I bare my teeth at him. "Don't you dare touch me again!"

My heart pounds violently as he leans closer with his hard features chiseled like granite. His hot breath fans on me and I feel his anger radiating from his skin.

"Do not tell me what to do, Emara. Seems like you didn't learn your lesson." He warns me darkly and I feel a chill running down my spine as I recall the terrifying events from the previous night.

But I give no flying fucks to his threats.

"You molested me while I was sleeping. You sick bastard!" I grit my teeth as my anger surges back to the surface.

Green eyes narrow down at me, but his expressions remain unfazed as he says, "We didn't do it, if that's what you are accusing me of."

This robotic motherfucker!

His heartless words and nonchalant attitude act like gasoline to my already raging flames and I blast up in anger.

"Do you even know the definition of an assault? You took advantage of me while I was not in my senses."

Dakota stares at me as if he is actually googling his mind for the definition.

"In my defence, you moaned my name first and then, things naturally got accelerated." His voice indifferent, as if whatever had happened was entirely my mistake.

My nose flares in anger as I snarl at him. "You fucking asshole!"

With all my strength, I push against him, trying to break free from his grip. But he presses his body hard against mine, making me immovable and helpless against his overpowering strength.

"Careful Emara." His voice laced with a warning that goes deep down to my soul.

"You can pretend to be a wolf, little lamb. But you can't escape the forest."

I glare up at his toxic green eyes and bark at him. "Give me my clothes and you will see me jumping out of your stupid forest."

Dakota arches a brow as he stares at me with his unreadable expression. His eyes slide down to my heaving body and stay a little longer on my exposed chest.

"Why do you want to cover yourself when I have already seen you naked several times? In fact, I can tell you the exact location, size and colour of every mole on your body."

"Precisely." He adds.

My heart races at his words and my face instantly flushes a deep shade of red. His gaze lingers on my cheeks, causing them to tingle and blush under his unflinched attention.

It's unbelievable how much power he has over my body with just a few words. Despite my attempts to stay angry, I feel my insides humming to the heat radiating from his body.

"Because... Because I have decency and self-esteem." I try to compose myself, but it's hard when he is so close to me and staring at me like that.

Dakota narrows his eyes as if he found a fault in my system. "Last time I checked, you were begging me to fuck you while you stripped yourself. Didn't look like you had self-esteem then!"

A cheshire grin spreads over his lips as he watches the sudden flush of embarrassment on my face.

"I was drunk." I tell him.

With a devilish smirk, the devil leans down towards me. His lips slightly brush over mine as he whispers, "Keep telling yourself, darling."

My heart flutters like hundreds of bat flying out of a cave. The feeling of his closeness makes my heart race with excitement and fear, a mixture of emotions that I can't quite understand.

Dakota stares at my lips and slowly licks his lips. My breaths quicken and the thunderous thuds of my heart echoes in my ear like bullets as I feel him pressing more into my body.

I sense a rush of desire rummaging under my skin as unknowingly our bodies draw close and our breaths mingle. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, to have his lips on mine and being ravished by his forbidden lips.

I close my eyes. The intensity of his body, his breath and our closeness make me breathless and alive in a way I never felt before.

But instead of his lips, I feel a deep grunt passing through me as suddenly he backs away, leaving me and my hands as if my skin burned him. His face hardens and turns around to leave, and that's when the realization hits me.

He only made me feel this way so he could hurt me later and laugh at my feelings.

Dakota is playing Jenga with my heart, pulling out pieces by pieces slowly and leaving me on the verge of collapsing.

"You pathetic filthy dog!" I hiss with my clenched teeth.

His steps abruptly come to a halt, and he turns around as if he heard me. My heart skips a beat as I stare at his pissed off expression that reminds me of Voldemort.

"What did you say?" His voice low and dangerous. His eyes narrowed down to slits, as if challenging me to speak again.

"I said.. All men are dogs!" I hiss loudly this time.

"Hmm." Dakota tilts his head and green eyes flashes with amusement as he asks me, "Then what breed is your father?"

Anger courses through me and I clench my fists tightly. Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my wrist, the one he that caught earlier and a painful cry pulls out of me.

"Ahhoouchh!"

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