Chapter 122 On The Brink Of The Mark

• Michael's weight bore down on me, almost suffocating as he pressed his chest against mine. His body radiated heat like a furnace, the intense warmth searing my skin wherever it touched his. The physical discomfort was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil raging inside me—shame, fear, and a deep, gnawing sense of helplessness. His eyes locked onto mine, and the fury blazing within them made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't look away, even though every instinct screamed at me to do so.
• "You belong to me now," Michael's voice was low, a dangerous growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're mine. And that means I can do whatever I want with you. I've been too lenient, too indulgent. But since you seem to think I'm soft, I'll show you just how far I'm willing to go."
• His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, heavy with unspoken threats. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, his eyes raking over my body as if they could strip away my clothing. I felt utterly exposed, as though his gaze alone had peeled away every layer of protection I had. There was nowhere to hide from him, nothing to shield me from what was coming.