Chapter 65

Katarina's POV

“Arrghhhhhh!” I whimpered out loudly.

“Tell me, Katarina!” He groaned. “Who the fuck do you belong to?” I felt the familiar hum of possessiveness and excitement rushing through his body and seeping into my soul.

Our betterment hadn’t changed a single thing when it come to making love. Making love? Xerxes didn’t know that term–instead fucking me until I only remember his name was his sole motive. Strange how he was the man who destroyed me yet I find solace in him.

Grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head as he pinned them with his one hand, he bent down to level his eyes on my face, the thick sweat running down his forehead as he glistened like a sacred beast.

His eyes holding mine like his heart had a tight hold on me as he thrust deeper and deeper, hitting every forbidden spot that I was unsure if he was fucking me or killing me. There was a hint of warning in his touch, and I instantly knew what he wanted from