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"Look at me."
Pau didn't. He had his face pressed into the silk pillowcase, fingers knotted in the sheets, every muscle in his body trembling as Marc's cock slid into him again, slow and deep, stretching him open until there was nowhere left to hide.
A hand caught his jaw. Not gentle. It never was.
"I said look at me, Pau.
He turned his head because his body obeyed before his pride could stop it. That was the worst part. The bond didn't ask permission. Marc's voice went low and rough, and something in Pau's spine simply gave way.
Marc bernal was braced over him, dark hair damp against his forehead, jaw tight, amber eyes burning the way they only did when the alpha in him was close to the surface. Twenty-six years old and he looked like something carved to be worshipped and feared. Sweat ran down the ridges of his chest. The mating mark on his own shoulder, the one Pau had left in a fit of rage three weeks ago, had healed into a pale crescent.
He wore it like a trophy.
"There," Marc murmured. "Those eyes. You hate me, don't you?"
"Yes," Pau gasped.
"Say it again."
"I hate you."