His Eyes Knew My Ruins

His Territory

Rafael dragged her to the bed, tearing at her clothes with ruthlessness. The sound of fabric ripping echoed in the room, sharp and final.

And then he removed his belt and entered her in one go without showing any forgiveness. Sarah covered her mouth as pain tore through her, her body tensing instinctively. He didn’t slow down. If anything, his movements grew harsher, more merciless— he grabbed her breast without restraint.

Then he flipped her suddenly, separating her with both his knees effortlessly, as if her resistance didn’t exist. Then he took her from behind. The pain became unbearable. Sarah cried out, sobs breaking free as terror flooded her.

Something dark had awakened in him.

Something that would not forgive her tonight.

Leaning close, his breath brushed her ear as he spoke, his voice cold and lethal.

“Any idea of yours that excludes me from your life,” he murmured, “will destroy someone you love.”

His grip tightened, he grab his hair and slapped her on her back side so hard until her breath hitched. The anticipation, the fear, the helplessness—it overwhelmed her completely. He did it untill her skin became red from his mark. Then he grabbed her breast from behind.

Then he turned her again and penetrate her.

He claimed her lips like a beast, consuming, silencing, owning. Time blurred. Pain and sensation tangled until she could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. He came with a loud thrust with spilling all inside her.

“f**k” - his voice was hoarse, edge with the aftermath of restrained control.

When it was over, he placed his hand on her lower belly—possessive, deliberate.

“You will bear my babies,” he said calmly. “As many as I want.”

His thumb pressed slightly, a silent warning.

“Never think of erasing my proof from your body. If you do, I will fill you up again and again until your body remembers who it belongs to.”

His voice carried command. Ownership. Finality.

Sarah understood then—this wasn’t punishment.

This was permanence.

And it was never going to end.

Sarah turned her face to the side, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Please, Rafael… please spare Nadia.”

The words came out broken, uneven—carried by pain, exhaustion, and fear.

Yet what struck him was not the plea itself, but the fact that even now—after everything—she was still thinking about someone else.

Someone weaker. Someone she cared for.

Rafael studied her for a long moment.

He shifted slightly, bracing himself with one arm beside her, the other hand reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. His touch was controlled, deliberate—gentle in a way that felt almost cruel given what had just passed.

“She’s the sole earner of her family,” Sarah said, closing her eyes as tears escaped despite her efforts to hold them back. “This job means everything to her. Because of me… she’ll suffer.”

Rafael understood then.

Her self-respect wasn’t fragile. It was stubborn. Deep-rooted.

And right now, he was standing on it—claiming it.

If that maid lost her job—or worse—Sarah would carry that guilt forever. He had seen while watching camera how her guard lowered around the maid, how her voice softened, how she found brief, fragile comfort in her presence.

Her emotion was an anchor.

And Rafael never destroyed what helped him maintain control.

Before a single question was asked, Rafael had given his order.

The maid was not to be killed.

He needed her alive—to keep Sarah exactly where he wanted her.

His gaze returned to Sarah.

“If you kiss me now,” he said calmly, “I’ll forgive her.”

He had always known this moment would come—but not yet.

He wanted her response, not her fear. Her surrender, not her resistance.

Sarah didn’t hesitate.

She lifted herself weakly, hands trembling as they found his shoulders. When she leaned forward, he stopped her with quiet authority.

“The kiss should satisfy me.”

She froze.

She had no experience, no confidence—only desperation and the weight of another woman’s fate pressing down on her chest.

Then she kissed him.

Carefully. Slowly. Uncertain.

Rafael felt something tighten inside him.

He took control instantly—his mouth claiming hers, his presence overwhelming. The kiss deepened, consuming, until it felt as though he was pulling something out of her—her hesitation, her strength, her sense of self, her soul.

His hand slid into her hair, not rough, not gentle—possessive. He shifted them, placing her above him, the moonlight catching her bare form, the pendant resting against her skin like a silent reminder of who she belonged to.

When she felt his hardness, she instinctively tried to pull away.

He didn’t allow it.

He guided her and placed her against his hardness and insert her while still kissing her until a broken sound escaped her lips. The pain from earlier hadn’t fully faded, and it showed in the way her body stiffened.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He guided her movements while holding one hand with her, her fingers intertwined with his, instinctively reaching for the strength she lacked. He was f*****g her from below as she was riding him from above, until the tension snapped and they both collapsed—breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, the room heavy with what had passed.

Rafael had never allowed any woman to take the lead—not until her.

Never yielded even a fraction.

But Sarah was different.

In his world, power ruled everything.

And in that world—

only one woman would ever matter.