Author's POV

“Why are you doing this?” she mumbled her tone was low, her eyes fixed on him, her hands trembling from the trauma of earlier.

Iris’s tears slipped down, meeting the edge of her hairline and disappearing into it.

He slowly moved his hand, lifting a strand of hair stuck to her damp skin, glistening with tears.

His lips moved. “Because you caught my attention,” he said calmly.”

She looked at him in disbelief, like it was that simple for him to make her life a living hell just because she caught his attention. She had always known he was a sick bastard, but now she realized he was far worse than her imagination; he was disgusting, wild, dangerous, and utterly psychopathic.

Iris whispered, “But I don’t want this."

He lowered his face toward her, and her eyes fluttered shut in fear. A wet lick trailed across her cheek then teeth sank into the same spot, sharp and merciless.

“Ahh!” A choked scream escaped her lips as he pressed harder, biting until her skin turned an angry shade of red.

His tongue followed the trail of her tears, slowly. His voice came out low, hot breath brushing her trembling skin, finally torturing her skin he pulled back.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Her eyes opened, meeting with him. It wasn’t as if she hadn't expected this from him; yet, a small, foolish part of her still believed he might listen to her… just once.

And now he will use her as his fuck toy. At the thought, her blood boiled, and she twisted her hand, trying to lose his grip on them. His eyes turned to fury at her move.

“Stop fighting,” he said, each word sharp. “You can’t win against me.”

But Iris's mind was far from listening to his words; the anger was greater than her fear, she was feeling at the moment.

She twisted her hand, trying to free herself from his grip, but he didn’t loosen it.

“If you fucking move one more time, I will part your vertical lips, force my dick deep inside, and fuck hard until you scream and beg me to stop.” His voice dropped cruelly, making her every moment frozen.

Her throat went dry and her heart raced. Her breath gets short, and a thin layer of sweat covers her forehead. She knew exactly how sick, twisted jerk he is and that he was capable of anything.

He lowered his whole weight on her as his chest touched her breasts, the smooth flesh getting crushed as he pressed harder into them, a gasp leaving her lips.

His weight pressed down against her, his body forcing her into the mattress, every inch of him a reminder of how trapped she was, how easily he could overpower her.

He leaned closer until the air between them vanished. She could feel his breath against her ear, heavy and suffocating. His tone dropped lower, the danger in it unmistakable.

“Don’t test me, little thing,” he warned. "You have no idea how I am controlling myself, from burning cock deep inside those sweet walls of your little pussy.” His voice dropped, filled with desire.

Her breath gets shaky as she tries to fill her lungs while taking deep breaths. His every word was scaring her to the core, creating a new terror inside her heart, her heartbeat felt like it might burst through her chest.

The silence that followed, her body trembled, she realized it wasn’t just fear keeping her still. It was the weight of knowing there was no escape.

Breaking the silence, Iris whispered, “Move… I can’t breathe.”

His lips formed in a wicked smirk, his breath ghosted over her skin, getting intertwined with her breath, and he lifted his body off her, removing a little of his weight.

He took both her hands into one firm grip, pinning them in bed. His hand slid down to her bosom, and he tugged her shirt, pulling it down to her cleavage. Iris felt a wave of helplessness tighten in his hold.

“I like the mole under your left breast.”

Iris’s eyes snapped to him in shock. Her voice trembled as she asked, “How… how do you know?”

He whispered, “I know much more… like the scar on your inner thigh.

Her heart was boiling with dread as her intensity rose. She looked into his eyes in both confusion and fear. She remembered something as her eyes caught the colour of her sleeves. All this time, she hadn’t even noticed her dress had changed, and he never let her notice.

He was giving her nightmare after nightmare from the moment she woke up.

Her heart beat fast as she asked, “Did… did you change my clothes?” He looked into her eyes, a slow smirk curved across his lips as he lowered himself towards her face, his voice brushing her skin.

“I even changed your pad, too.” Iris's body froze as she looked at him like she was seeing a ghost, her cheeks heated up, and embarrassment gripped her like a storm.

“What… you did?” she asked, her words broken, trying to confirm it. But she already knows the truth while looking at his face.

He whispered, "There is nothing to get shy about this, because I am going to see inside when I bury my cock deep inside your little cunt, you beneath me, screaming my name.” His tone was calm, filled with the kind of lust that made her stomach twist.

She feels something hard on her lower stomach as it goes down before she can release it, getting rubbed on her intimate part.

A growl tore from Xavier's throat, his eyes were closed in pleasure as he was taking deep breaths. It didn't take long for Iris to realize what it was that made a terrifying shiver run through her body.

He pressed himself on her pussy as if it was heaven for him, he mumbled “Just thinking my cock came alive.” He rubbed, as an animalistic sound tore from his throat. His breath danced with her as he said, “I can't wait to burn my dick inside you, little thing."

He continued, “You know, just one ceremony, and I will fuck you senseless. If you think I am not fucking you because of the blood, then you are wrong because a warrior doesn't fear getting his sword in blood. I would love to fuck you through blood.”