Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: 310-Not Yet Enough

Verity:

I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes widening. What he said next left me completely stunned.

He shrugged, as though what he was demanding was no big deal.

"Look at yourself, Verity. This is all your fault," he remarked.

It was unsettling. I stood there silently while he looked me straight in the eye.

"You’re so physically attractive, so beautiful. Whenever you walk, you set something on fire inside me. So tell me, how is any of this my fault? I want what you’ve been showing the rest of the world. Your body," he continued, as though my mere existence was somehow to blame.

"So come on. Strip," he ordered, snapping his fingers before reaching for his belt.

I had no idea what else he had planned. That fucker acted as though nothing could stop him.

He removed his belt and fashioned it into a noose, then took off his tie and fastened it to one end.

"Come on. A leash for you," he announced excitedly as he began taking off his clothes.

I pretended I was going to undress as well, which made him hurry.

But once he was finished, I stopped.

I pulled my zipper back up and watched him.

That asshole had already opened his shirt and taken off his pants. He was ready.

"Only do what you’re prepared to be held accountable for," I warned him, reminding him that he was crossing every limit.

But he remained completely confident, as though he believed he was untouchable.

"Oh, come on. Shut the fuck up. I’m not listening to you. All I hear is whining," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Come on, let’s get started."

He gestured for me to continue.

I stayed exactly where I was before finally folding my arms across my chest.

"No." I met his gaze directly.

"What?"

Was it really that difficult for him to understand?

"I said no," I repeated calmly.

"You do realize this could land you in trouble, right?"

He chuckled, but when he realized I wasn’t going to budge, the amusement disappeared from his face.

I watched his expression harden as his irritation turned to anger.

"I mean, I don’t care." I shrugged.

"You should, darling. Now that my clothes are off, you’re already mine."

The second he said it, he lunged at me and grabbed my arm. His shirt was already open.

I fought back, scratching at him as he ran his hands over my back, trying to drag the zipper down.

While we struggled, several bright lights suddenly came on around us.

He recoiled at once, instantly trying to cover himself, but the lights were blinding.

Through the chaos, I watched shock take over his face. Until now, he had always been the one watching other people panic.

Apparently, he had no idea how to react when he was the one caught off guard.

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