"Please," Aurora whispered, her voice shaking. "Please don't do this."

Damian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. His voice was mocking as he spoke. "Do you know you're killing my urge?" he asked, a dark laugh escaping his lips.

Aurora's heart raced as his hand moved to her neck, pushing her back against the cold marble wall. Her towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in front of him. Damian's eyes were hungry, devouring her every move. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way his body seemed to tower over hers, pressing against her. His arousal was clear, and it made her stomach turn. He was enjoying her fear, feeding off it.

Damian leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against her damp skin. He inhaled deeply, his voice low and dark as he spoke. "You smell so sweet," he murmured, the words sending a chill down her spine. "But not sweet enough to satisfy me."

His hand moved down her body slowly, his thumb circling her nipple. It hardened under his touch, and Aurora couldn't stop it. Her body betrayed her, responding to him even though her mind screamed for her to resist. The heat of his touch burned her skin, making her want to both pull away and melt into him at the same time. It was wrong, all of it was wrong, but her body didn't care.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice so quiet she almost didn't recognize it as her own. But Damian didn't stop. His touch became more insistent, his fingers brushing across her sensitive skin. The shame of it made her want to cry, but she forced herself to stay quiet, to not show him how much he affected her.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stop the whimper that threatened to escape. Every part of her fought to push him away, to regain control. But his touch was like fire, searing through her defenses. She wanted to fight, but she wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.

Damian chuckled darkly as he stepped closer, trapping her between his body and the cold wall. "Your innocence is so charming," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing along her jawline, his eyes never leaving hers. His presence was overpowering, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

Aurora's heart beat faster, her breath shallow and uneven. She pressed against him, her hands resting weakly on his chest as if trying to push him away, but he didn't budge. He was a wall of muscle, and no matter how hard she pushed, she knew it was useless.

"Get off me," she spat, her voice a mix of fear and defiance. But Damian only laughed, the sound low and mocking.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy breaking you," he whispered, his hand moving down her body again, this time brushing against her thigh. The contact was slow and deliberate, and Aurora's body shuddered in response. She could feel herself reacting against her will, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear turn into something else.

His fingers moved higher, brushing against the sensitive skin between her legs. Aurora's eyes went wide with horror as a wave of involuntary pleasure shot through her. It was disgusting, vile, and yet, her body betrayed her.

"Stop," she choked out, her voice trembling. "Please, I don't want this."

Damian ignored her pleas, his hand moving to her leg, easily lifting it and pressing it against his side. His thumb grazed her clitoris, making Aurora gasp and recoil. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She wasn't supposed to want this, but her body was reacting to him in ways that made her sick.

"Your body will learn to crave me," he murmured, his voice a promise of the things he would do to her. The idea sickened her, but her body couldn't help but respond to the pressure he was placing on her, to the way he was touching her.

Aurora's hands gripped his chest again, her fingers digging into his skin as she pushed with all her strength. It was futile. He didn't budge. "No," she said, her voice hoarse. "Please, don't do this."

Damian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. His lips were hard against hers, demanding, forcing his way into her mouth. Aurora tried to pull away, but he was too strong, too overpowering. She twisted in his arms, her nails raking down his arms, but it did nothing to stop him.

He lifted her off her feet, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the massive bed. She struggled weakly in his arms, but her efforts were no match for his strength. He laid her down on the soft mattress, her body trembling with fear. The contrast between the plush fabric of the bed and the coldness of his touch made her stomach churn.

Aurora knew what was coming, and every part of her screamed for it to stop. But Damian was relentless, his eyes burning with desire, and there was no escaping it.

Her mind raced, searching for an escape, any way out of this nightmare. But she knew, deep down, there was no way out. She was trapped.

In a sudden burst of panic, she kicked her leg up, her heel connecting with the soft flesh between his legs. Damian let out a gasp of surprise, and for a moment, he stumbled back, loosening his grip on her. The brief moment of freedom was all Aurora needed. She scrambled off the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins.

She ran, her feet stumbling across the floor as she tried to escape. The cold tiles bit into her skin, but she didn't care. All she could think about was getting away, getting out of his reach. The door was just ahead. She could make it.

Her fingers grabbed the doorknob, but before she could turn it, Damian yanked her back by her hair. The sharp pain made her scream, but she didn't stop struggling. She twisted in his grasp, her nails digging into his arm as she fought for her freedom.

But Damian was too strong. He slammed her back onto the bed, his hands gripping her throat as he stared down at her with a mixture of anger and desire.

"Why are you so stubborn?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the first girl who's ever frustrated me this much. And you dare to kick me like that?"

Aurora's mind was racing. She couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything but the pressure on her throat and the fear that consumed her. She gasped for air as Damian's grip tightened, his eyes burning with rage.

His thumb brushed her lips, his gaze cold and calculating. "You'll learn to obey me," he muttered, his voice low and threatening. "Soon enough, you'll beg for me to touch you."

But Aurora refused to let him win. She wasn't going to let him take everything from her, not without a fight. She had to survive. She had no other choice.