Matthew gripped her neck and pulled her up. Diana, with no choice, braced her hands against his chest.
His hot palms slid gently from the back of her neck down her spine, then both hands moved to her hips, thrusting into her even harder. Pleasure warred with her fading energy, making her hands tremble and her vision blur with darkness.
She had no idea how much longer this would go on.
Was he a monster, his stamina never ending?
She didn't realize when it happened, but her eyelids drooped, and she drifted into sleep.
Matthew stared at her in shock.
+"You're joking, right? Tell me you're kidding!"*
But the weight of Diana's limp, unconscious body told a different story.
He pulled out, muttering a curse under his breath.
+"Now what do I do with this damn thing still hard?"*
Reluctantly, he resorted to finishing himself with his hands.
Afterward, he headed to the bathroom, feeling drained as if he'd absorbed all his mental turmoil into himself.
+"Just found you, little one… There's no way I'm letting you slip away."*
He slipped on his robe and stepped out.
He wasn't about to forget how she'd fallen asleep mid-act so soon using that as an excuse, he planned to punish her later.
From now on, he'd keep her close.
He pushed his body under the shower and washed himself off. Stepping out of the bathroom, he returned.
He wrapped the sheet around her and hugged her.
Carrying her to the next room, he laid her on the bed.
Her condition hadn't changed she seemed genuinely exhausted.
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Diana woke up to a sharp pain stabbing through her side and lower stomach.
The moment her eyes fluttered open, a searing ache twisted up her back so intense it brought tears to her eyes on the spot.
She bit her lip and glanced around, realizing she was in the room she'd chosen.
-"He didn't even bother sleeping next to me…"*
She snapped at herself,
-"Why should he? You're acting like some cheap whore to him anyway."*
-"At least he could've checked on me, seen if I'm okay or not.
He's human, isn't he?"
The whirlwind of thoughts, morning hunger, weakness, and the ache in her body pushed her to break down in tears.
The memory of last night's behavior, how she'd acted like some desperate fool in front of him made her sick of herself, her body, her face, her eyes, her voice…
A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Matthew peeked in.
Seeing she was awake, he stepped fully inside.
The sight of him in just a pair of workout shorts threw her into a bigger mess. here she was, crumpled in pain and teetering on the edge of despair, while that smug jerk was out doing his morning routine?
-Get out. What are you even doing here?"
+"Whoa, what's your deal? Gone crazy or what?"
-"Screw off, you jerk. get lost! Your face is making me nauseous."
+"Watch your mouth, you better think before you speak…"
Diana was so overwhelmed she'd forgotten how unhinged Matthew could get.
-"It's none of your business. I'll say whatever I damn well please. I'm not your plaything to treat like this… I don't wanna see you again."*
She kept ranting, oblivious to how she was pushing his buttons, her words ignoring the flush of anger on his face. His patience snapped, and he stormed toward her, grabbing a fistful of her long hair and yanking her up.
He stared into her pale face and snarled,
+"Listen up. your being here is a favor from me. I could put a bullet in that pretty head of yours right now to teach you what's good for you. Got it?"
He tugged her hair harder, pulling her face closer.
+"What'd you think, huh? That I've fallen for you and I'm gonna treat you like some delicate flower?
You're not even my whore, you get that?"