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“Again.”
“I hate you— fuck— Isak—”
Every thrust drove her against the wood. The rain poured down over them both. His grip on her hair tightened as he fucked her with punishing force.
“You’re mine,” he snarled. “You were mine before I ever touched you. You were mine the first time I saw you. And you will be mine long after you stop pretending you don’t want this.”
He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. She came with a broken sob, her legs shaking so hard she would have fallen if not for his grip on her. Isak followed seconds later, burying himself deep and coming with a guttural sound that vibrated through her entire body.
For several long seconds, the only sound was the rain and their harsh breathing.
Then Isak pulled out slowly. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms before she could collapse. He carried her inside, through the villa, and straight into the large bathroom.
He didn’t speak as he turned on the shower and stepped inside with her still in his arms. The hot water hit them both. He set her down carefully and began washing her — not gently, but thoroughly. Like he was reclaiming every inch of skin the rain had touched.
When he was done, he wrapped her in a thick towel and carried her back to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and climbed in after her, pulling her against his chest even though she was stiff and unresponsive.
They lay in silence for a long time.
Eventually, Isak spoke.
“You can fight me,” he said quietly. “You can hate me. You can try to run. It won’t change anything. But every time you do, I will remind you exactly what it means to belong to me. Until you stop needing the reminder.”
Linnéa stared at the wall, tears slipping silently down her face.
Something inside her had cracked open during that rain-soaked fuck against the wall. She didn’t know if it was breaking… or if something new was finally starting to grow in its place.
Isak kissed the top of her head.
“Rest,” he murmured. “Tomorrow we’re going to have a very honest conversation about what you really want. And what you’re going to become.”
She closed her eyes.
For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was dreading it… or waiting for it.