My body trembled uncontrollably, a mix of cold and fear coursing through me. I tried to hold my ground as he leaned in close, his warm breath grazing my neck. His nose brushed against my skin, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the cold. His voice was low, dangerous, and laced with an unsettling promise."I can't promise to be gentle," he whispered, his words slicing through my resolve.Before I could process the weight of his warning, his lips crashed onto mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. It wasn't a kiss; it was an assault of hunger and possessiveness. He kissed me like he had been starved for years, like he was claiming something that was always his.I struggled against him, my hands pushing at his shoulders, fists pounding against his chest, but it was like hitting a wall. He didn't flinch; if anything, my resistance seemed to fuel him. His hands found my wrists, gripping them with an unyielding force."Kannan, stop!" I gasped, but my words were muffled against his relentless kiss.In one swift motion, he pinned both my wrists above my head, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I heard the metallic click of handcuffs. My heart raced in pure panic. Where the hell did the handcuffs come from?He broke the kiss, his lips lingering just inches from mine, his breath mingling with my own ragged gasps. His dark eyes bore into me, a twisted mix of amusement and desire dancing within them."Breathe, princess," he murmured against my lips, his voice dangerously soft.My chest heaved as I sucked in air, my mind racing for a way to escape. But his body loomed over me, his dominance palpable. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming and suffocating."Kannan," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears welled in my eyes. "Please..."He smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, then trailing down to the sensitive skin of my neck. "You can beg all you want," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "But you're not going anywhere, Hari. Not now. Not ever."He gripped my jaw tightly, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. Those dark orbs burned with something raw, challenging, and dangerous. His voice was calm yet commanding, dripping with arrogance that sent chills down my spine."Once you say you don't want me," he murmured, his face inching closer to mine, "I won't touch you."The words lingered in the air, almost mocking, daring me to challenge him. His other hand moved with purpose, brushing past something nearby. Suddenly, the curtains I thought were just drapes shifted with a faint hum. My heart stopped as the cloth revealed mirrors—massive, crystal-clear mirrors covering the walls and even the ceiling above the bed. The reflection was sharp, and I could see myself—disheveled, trembling—and him, looming like a predator over his prey."What...what are you doing?" I stammered, panic clawing at my throat. The sight of the mirrors was unnerving, amplifying everything. There was no escape from the reality of this moment.He didn't answer. His smirk deepened, his silence more terrifying than any words he could have spoken. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, as his fingers slowly traced from my jawline down the curve of my neck. I shuddered, but I couldn't look away—his grip on my jaw wouldn't allow it.My chest rose and fell with erratic breaths, but I mustered every ounce of courage I had left. "I don't want this," I said, my voice trembling but resolute.For a moment, the room fell silent. His hand paused just as it reached the edge of my collarbone, his eyes narrowing as if weighing my words. But instead of moving away, he crawled between my legs, his presence suffocating, his body too close."Your mouth says one thing," he whispered, his fingers continuing their agonizing journey downward. They stopped just above my chest, hovering over my pounding heart. "But your body tells me another.""Kannan, stop—""Look," he interrupted, tilting my head toward the mirrors. "See yourself. Every part of you trembles...for me."The sight in the mirror made my stomach twist. His hand resting dangerously close to my breast, his body pinning me down, the raw vulnerability in my eyes—it was too much."Say it again," he whispered, his tone daring, as his fingers lightly grazed my skin, igniting a fire I hated myself for feeling. "Say you don't want me. Convince me."His lips latched onto my neck, sucking with such intensity that I felt the skin bruise instantly. The sharp sting of his teeth made me shudder, and I bit down on my lip, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to escape. He wasn't gentle—each kiss, each bite felt like a claim, branding me with his possession. My body betrayed me, arching involuntarily at his touch, but my mind screamed at me to fight."Say it, princess," he growled against my skin, his voice low and dangerously rough. "Say you don't want me.""I... I..." My words were cut off by my own gasp as his hand moved with no warning, roughly cupping my breast through the fabric of my thin dress. With one swift motion, he tore my bra apart, the ripping sound echoing in the room. My breath hitched as his lips descended, latching onto my nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak before sucking hard."Ahhh, Kannan!" His name slipped past my lips, a mixture of protest and surrender, my resolve crumbling under his relentless assault."You're mine," he said darkly, pulling back just enough to meet my wide eyes. His smirk deepened as he took in my trembling form, his hands kneading my exposed skin with a rough possessiveness that left no room for argument."Say it, Hari," he demanded again, his tone softer now but no less dangerous, his hands and mouth resuming their torture. "Say you don't want me... or I'll keep proving just how much your body does."Through the massive mirror, I saw myself—flushed cheeks, hair disheveled, lips swollen, and my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. I looked like a stranger, someone I didn't recognize, someone who had completely lost control. My mind screamed to look away, to deny what was happening, but my body betrayed me, every nerve lit up under his touch.I pulled at the handcuffs, desperate to free my hands and bury them in his thick hair, to yank him closer or push him away—I wasn't sure anymore. My eyes darted to the mirror again, and the reflection made my stomach churn. There I was, arching into his touch like I was begging for more, to be worshipped by him, my body utterly betraying my pride. I hated it, hated how much I wanted him even when I swore I didn't.His hands moved down, trailing fire over my bare skin, and my panties were the only barrier left between us. His fingers ghosted along the sensitive skin of my thighs, drawing slow, deliberate circles. My back arched involuntarily, my body reacting to the heat of his touch, betraying my resistance with every small movement. "You see that?" Kannan's voice was low, a dangerous purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at yourself, princess. Watch how your body begs for me, even when you try to deny it."His words made my stomach twist with both shame and desire. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms, trying to hold on to the last shred of my willpower. But the intensity of his gaze in the mirror and the skillful movements of his hands were unraveling me piece by piece.His fingers trailed down to my now-exposed core, making me flinch under his touch. My last defense, my last shield, was gone. I squeezed my eyes shut, the humiliation and the raw vulnerability washing over me like a tidal wave. I couldn't look at him—I couldn't bear the weight of his gaze.But his voice, dark and commanding, cut through the haze. "Are you sure, princess, that you don't want me?" His tone was mocking, laced with cruel amusement. "Because your body is telling me something very different." His fingers brushed against my wetness, making me gasp."Look at me, princess," he ordered, his voice a dangerous mix of desire and dominance. I stubbornly kept my eyes closed, defying him despite my trembling body.He didn't tolerate disobedience. His fingers pinched my sensitive nipple, hard, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I screamed, my eyes snapping open to meet his. The raw intensity of his gaze held me captive, and my breath hitched. "I won't tell you twice," he growled, the threat hanging heavy in the air.He tilted my head toward the mirror with his other hand, forcing me to look at the reflection. My eyes widened, seeing the state I was in—flushed skin, swollen lips, and the undeniable evidence of my arousal. I hated how much I couldn't deny what the mirror showed."See for yourself," he said, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction. "Look how wet you are for me. Don't lie to yourself, princess."His eyes in the mirror burned with hunger, like a predator who had cornered his prey and couldn't wait to devour. And for the first time, I wasn't sure if I wanted to escape or surrender.Kannan stood over me, fully clothed, his cold arrogance amplified by the contrast of my vulnerability. His fingers worked relentlessly on my core, eliciting a raw scream from me, "Kannan! Ahhh!" My body writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by sensations that were both unbearable and addictive.Tears prickled in my eyes as the intensity became too much. I was at my limit, trembling with need and frustration. "Please," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper, my pride crumbling like ash in the wind.He paused, leaning closer, his dark eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. "What was that, princess? I didn't quite hear you." His tone was mocking, cruel, savoring my desperation.My throat burned with humiliation as I swallowed hard, my pride barely holding on by a thread. "Please," I repeated, louder this time, my voice cracking under the weight of my submission.He tilted his head, a smirk curling on his lips as his fingers continued their assault. "Please what, princess?" His voice was low, dripping with taunting delight. "You'll have to be specific."I clenched my fists against the restraints, my body arching as he brought me closer and closer to the edge but refused to let me fall. I couldn't take it anymore. The words spilled out of me like a confession. "Please, Kannan. I want you. Please!" I begged, my voice trembling with need, my pride shattered into nothingness.His smirk deepened, his hand leaving me suddenly, leaving me gasping at the loss of contact. "That's more like it," he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine. "But remember, princess, you begged for this."I came undone on his fingers, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My breathing was ragged, and my face burned with embarrassment, but his gaze—dark, hungry, and unrelenting—held me captive. Slowly, he stood, his movements agonizingly deliberate as he peeled off his shirt. Each motion revealed the sculpted planes of his body, glistening slightly from the rain, every line and scar screaming dominance.His raw masculinity made my heart race, my pulse betraying me with its quickened beats. My thighs clenched instinctively, but he growled low, his voice like gravel. "Don't hide from me, princess."As he undid his belt and let it fall to the floor, his eyes never left mine. The hunger in them was scorching, an inferno that promised no escape. Leaning down until his lips barely brushed my ear, he whispered, his voice dripping with sinful promise, "I'll make you forget what it feels like to run. After tonight, there won't be a part of you that doesn't belong to me."My body betrayed me, arching instinctively as his words ignited a fire within me. His hand gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his, then dragged it toward the mirrored ceiling above. "Look at yourself," he commanded, his voice dark and velvety. "Look at the mess you've become, begging for me."He licked his fingers slowly, his eyes locked onto mine as he whispered in a husky, sinful tone, "You taste divine, princess." His words sent shivers down my spine, and my breath hitched, my chest rising and falling in desperate rhythm. I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs release, but before I could move, he firmly gripped my wrists, holding me in place with ease.He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, feather-light, teasing. The heat radiating off his body consumed me, and I was desperate for more. I tilted my head, trying to capture his lips, but he pulled back with a smug smirk, the infuriating tease in his eyes igniting a mixture of frustration and desire within me.My instinct was to close my legs, to find some semblance of control, but his firm thigh pushed between them, stopping me in my tracks. He clicked his tongue, his voice a dark warning. "Don't you dare, princess," he growled, his tone both commanding and seductive."Open them," he demanded, his lips brushing my ear as his hand trailed down my thigh. "Wider."I hesitated for only a second before his piercing gaze met mine again, daring me to defy him. My body trembled under his dominance, my willpower slipping away. Slowly, I obeyed, parting my thighs, his satisfied smirk cutting through me like a blade.I could feel his hardness pressing against my core, teasing me, testing every shred of patience I had left. "Please, Kannan," I moaned, my voice trembling with need and desperation.His lips curled into a wicked grin, eyes burning with a mix of amusement and desire. "Please what, princess?" he murmured, his voice low and taunting, like he was savoring my torment. Even I didn't know what I wanted anymore—whether to beg him to stop or plead for him to end this sweet torture and claim me entirely.Without a word, he shifted, peeling off his boxer in one smooth motion. My breath hitched, and my eyes widened as I caught sight of him—hard, thick, and ready. A mixture of fear and something darker, more thrilling, curled in my stomach. I gasped softly, unable to tear my gaze away, the sheer size of him making my pulse race.He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Don't be scared, princess," he whispered, his voice dripping with sinful promises. "I'll make you feel things you didn't know you could."He didn't hold back anymore, crashing his lips against mine with a fiery intensity that left me breathless. I kissed him back, pouring all the emotions I had left into it—anger, passion, desperation—until I broke free from his grip. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a battle of wills, a struggle for dominance. But when his teeth grazed my lip and his tongue claimed mine, I surrendered this time—but silently vowed that next time, I wouldn't.Before I could process anything, he gripped my hips and thrust into me without warning. The sudden stretch was overwhelming, a sharp, intense pain ripping through me as I screamed, "Ahhhhhhh!" Tears spilled from my eyes as I clutched at his shoulders, trembling beneath him. He was too big, too much, and I couldn't handle it. My body felt stretched to its limit, struggling to accommodate him."Fuck, you're so tight, princess," he groaned against my neck, his voice deep and husky. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, even as I whimpered in pain. His lips brushed against my temple, his breath warm. "Relax," he murmured, almost tenderly, but the hunger in his voice betrayed him. "You'll take me—you're mine."My body writhed beneath him, torn between pain and the unfamiliar sparks of pleasure building within me. I hated how he made me feel so powerless yet utterly consumed, as if I belonged to him and only him.In a trembling voice, I managed to stammer, "Protection... ahh... Kannan?" My words were barely audible through the haze of sensations coursing through me. His eyes darkened, his lips curving into a sinful smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear."I want to be inside you raw and bare," he growled, his voice dripping with possession. The sheer audacity of his words sent a shiver down my spine, and I gasped in disbelief. He was insane, absolutely crazy, and yet, the way his body moved against mine made me feel like I was losing my mind too.The initial pain began to fade, replaced by a slow, burning pleasure that built with every movement. My body betrayed me, arching into him, needing more. The friction was unbearable in the best way, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips."Faster... ahhh... Kannan," I whimpered, my voice breaking as I clung to him, nails digging into his back. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin, before gripping my hips and driving into me harder and deeper."You're mine, princess," he said in a tone so possessive it left no room for argument. His movements quickened, each thrust pulling me deeper into a blissful abyss where I couldn't think of anything but him.I finally understood why he brought me into this room of mirrors. It wasn't just about dominance—it was his way of carving himself into every corner of my being, of showing me how deeply he was etched into my soul. Every thrust, every demanding look in the reflection screamed his claim over me. He wasn't just breaking my body; he was breaking my will, consuming every ounce of resistance I had left.He was insane, dangerous for my sanity and health, yet I couldn't resist. In the mirror, I saw the truth—how helplessly my body betrayed me, responding to his every touch, his every word. The reflection showed a version of me I hardly recognized, surrendering to his maddening hold.I was close, so unbearably close to losing myself entirely. My breathing grew erratic, my body trembling on the edge. He must have felt it because his dark, husky voice broke through the haze, commanding, "Don't you dare come before I say."I whimpered in frustration, my body begging for release. "Please, Kannan... ahhh..." My voice cracked, a desperate plea for mercy. But he wasn't done tormenting me. His pace quickened, pushing me further to the brink as his grip tightened."Louder, princess," he demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I want the whole mansion to hear you."Tears pricked my eyes as I fought against the overwhelming sensation. The rain lashed violently against the windows, a storm raging outside to match the one within me. My body arched against him, completely under his control, as his relentless rhythm pulled me closer and closer to the edge.His firm grip on my hips was almost bruising as he drove into me with raw, relentless thrusts that sent shockwaves through my trembling body. Each movement was filled with an intensity that left me utterly undone, my nails digging into his arms as I clung to him for any semblance of stability.His other hand found its way to my breast, teasing and kneading, sending jolts of pleasure that only heightened the chaos within me. The combination of his brutal pace and skilled touch had me spiraling, every nerve on fire as I felt the inevitable approaching.I could tell he was close too—the way his breath hitched, his grip tightened, and his rhythm grew erratic. His low, guttural moans mixed with my cries of ecstasy as we both teetered on the edge, holding out for just one more second.And then it hit—an explosion of pleasure that tore through me, leaving me shaking and gasping for air. My body convulsed around him as his deep, final thrust sent him over the edge. The warmth of his release filled me, dripping from my core as he stayed buried inside, both of us riding out the high together.The room was silent except for our ragged breathing, the storm outside now seeming like a distant whisper. His forehead rested against mine, his dark eyes piercing into mine as if daring me to say anything. But I couldn't—I was too overwhelmed, too consumed by the fire he'd ignited within me.