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He didn’t bite. Not yet. That was the worst part. He liked the waiting. The trembling. The way her breath hitched as he lowered his lips to her ear.

She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist. Not painfully. Worse. Possessively. diabolik-lovers

She didn't dare lift her spoon.

“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.” He didn’t bite

“Beg me,” he whispered. “Not for mercy. For the pain .” diabolik-lovers