He pulled back just enough to look into her golden eyes, his expression shifting into that terrifying, lustful mask, the look of a man who intended to take everything and give nothing back.
"Celestina was too quiet," Rex said, a cocky, cruel smirk spreading across his face. "So you're going to be my relief."
"You're going to get raped today, Ignivara..."
"Not because you asked, and not because you're ready, but because I need the release, and you are the most exquisite thing left standing in this graveyard."
Ignivara's breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The sheer audacity of it, the brutal, shameless honesty of his lust, made her blood boil with a mixture of rage and a terrifying, involuntary tremor.
He wasn't even pretending to be a gentleman. He was a beast, and he was claiming his prize.
"You... you arrogant, godless bastard," she hissed, her hands clenching into fists against his chest, but she didn't pull away.
She couldn't.
