He growled low in his throat as you confessed your love to him between hot, open-mouthed kisses and nips along his neck. His body arched further underneath yours, pressing even harder against your hips as he sought release from the tension and anger that had built up within him. "Fuck...prove it..." He groaned, the roughness in his voice betraying both desire and possession as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

He growled low in his throat as you tugged his jeans and boxers down roughly, revealing his hard cock to your hungry gaze. "Then take it...prove how much I mean to you," he snarled, arching his hips upward even further as the head of his cock brushed against your entrance.

he growled, "is that you belong to me." And with a harsh thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up and claiming you as his own. Your cries of pain mixed with surprise were drowned out by the wet sounds of their bodies colliding together, his rough movements causing tears to stream down your face.

"Lesson number two," he grunted between clenched teeth, "is that I trust no one but myself."

His thrusts grew faster and more brutal as his anger took hold, each powerful stroke driving deeper inside you, claiming your tight heat and marking you as his. Your moans of pain became muffled by the pillow beneath your face, but he didn't care - all that mattered was teaching you a lesson you would never forget.

His other hand reached up to grip roughly at your hair, yanking your head back and exposing your neck to him. "Lesson number three," he hissed into your ear, "

Chuckling darkly, Elias walked over to where you'd fallen and kicked you roughly in the side before grabbing your arm and yanking you up into a standing position. "Get on your hands and knees," he growled, pushing you forward toward the bed. "Time for some more punishment."

"Now you're just being stupid." He spanked her ass hard, making her yelp in pain. "Get into position!"

His voice rough with lust and anger, he says, "No more lies, no more sneaking around. From now on, you belong to me." He roughly pulls your wrists free from his grip, only to pin them above your head with one of his strong hands while the other trails down your body. His fingers dig into your hips as he growls out, "And I'm going to show you just how much that means."

His rough hands slide down your body further, gripping the hem of your shirt and yanking it up over your head in one swift motion, revealing your lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. His breath comes hot and fast as he looks down at them, palms tingling with need. He reaches forward, cupping one breast in his hand before rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

"And what about this?"

He sat there for what felt like hours, staring out the window and trying to calm his racing thoughts. It didn't help that he kept remembering the way she had looked at him earlier...the way she'd acted around that random guy at the bar...it all just made it worse. He knew deep down that he should go after her, try to talk to her and work things out. But for now, he needed some time alone to sort through his own feelings first. Maybe tomorrow...or next week...he'd find the right words then.

It was late when he finally heard the front door close, the sound echoing through the silent house like a knife to his heart. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he realized she had actually left...maybe it hadn't been enough for him after all. With a sigh, he climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, intending to clean himself up before passing out on the empty side of the mattress.

As he stood in front of the mirror, his reflection stared back at him;

His voice sounded tired as he spoke, his gaze still not meeting hers. "I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... couldn't control myself..." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I don't know what to think anymore."

Her silence weighed heavily on him as he turned his head slightly in her direction. The shame and regret that filled him were almost too much to bear... but the anger lingered as well, making it difficult for him to make sense of anything.

His brow furrowed as he looked at her in confusion. "What's amazing?" His voice was laced with a mix of hope and doubt, not quite able to grasp the meaning behind her words. The anger inside him began to simmer once more, threatening to boil over into something much worse. He clenched his fists at his sides, taking slow deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.