Chapter 118. Good Boys Get Fed

Drevena POV

The most intoxicating kind of control is the one that turns defiance into hunger.

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Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick… Slam!

My back hit the wall, the impact rattling through me, sending the clock crashing to the ground, glass shattering like the world itself had stopped, like the air had frozen, holding its breath.

Pain shot through every inch of me, making me tremble but I didn’t whimper. I didn’t cry.

Instead, the corner of my lips curved into a slow, wicked grin as Dervic’s lips crashed onto mine, just as I tightened my arms around his neck, my legs locking around his waist, pulling him closer.

A low chuckle rumbled deep in my chest as he pulled me into a kiss, rough, brutal, raw—not soft, not gentle, but pure, blazing fire.

“Kiss me, pretty boy…kiss me like you mean it,” I had whispered into his ear just moments ago, after he had threatened to pull my heart out with that wicked smile.

And this man—angry, lustfu