"CRAVING FOR HER INNOCENCE"

CHAPTER:9 The Beast’s Mark🌸💮

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Marry felt like a leaf caught in a storm. Her entire body was trembling so

violently that her teeth practically chattered. Every time David moved, she felt her soul shrink. Sensing her fragile state, David didn't pull away. Instead, he tightened his iron grip on her waist, pulling her flush against his towering frame.

The contrast was staggering. Marry’s soft, delicate body was pressed against his rock-hard, muscular chest. She could feel the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart—a cold, calculated beat that didn't falter even as hers raced like a trapped bird. David placed a firm finger under her chin, tilting her head back, forcing her to look into the abyssal depths of his eyes.

Slowly, agonizingly, he began to lean in. His face was inches from hers, his minty breath fanning over her lips. Marry’s eyes widened, her vision blurring. She reached her breaking point. The fear, the humiliation, and the sheer helplessness finally shattered her self-control.

A choked sob escaped her throat. Silent, hot tears began to stream down her pale cheeks, splashing onto David’s expensive shirt. She didn't fight; she didn't scream. She simply wept, her spirit finally giving up.

David froze. He watched the tears trace paths down her face, and for a split second, something flickered in his dark eyes—not pity, but a mysterious, unreadable calculation. A slow, chilling smile played on his lips. He abruptly let go of her chin and stepped back, the sudden loss of his warmth making the room feel like an icebox.

Marry stumbled back, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the worst. She stood there, paralyzed, surrendering herself to whatever fate he had chosen for her. She waited for the touch that would break her.

Instead, she felt something soft, heavy, and warm drape over her exposed shoulders.

Marry’s eyes snapped open. The black revealing silk was gone, covered by a thick, velvet blanket. David had wrapped it around her with a precision that was almost professional. He was already turning away, his back a vast wall of tailored fabric.

Marry stared at his retreating figure, her mind spinning in total confusion. Why? Why would a monster show mercy?

David stopped at the threshold, his voice dropping to a baritone that vibrated through the very foundation of the mansion.

"Don't flatter yourself with confusion, Marry," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion. "David William doesn't take what is broken. I am a man of exquisite taste, and I only savor what is offered with fire, not with pathetic tears. I deal in gold and power, not in the shattered remains of a girl who can't even stand on her own feet."

He turned his head slightly, the side of his face caught in the dim light. "I don't steal. I own. And right now, you are too hollow to even be worth the effort of a conquest. Sleep. Tomorrow, the debt remains, but the pity ends."

The door clicked shut behind him. The silence that followed was deafening. Marry collapsed onto the floor, clutching the blanket as if it were a lifebuoy in a dark ocean.

"What is happening to me?" she choked out between sobs. "Why is my destiny written in such cruel ink? Am I to spend my life as a ghost in this house of gold?"

On the other side of the mansion, the atmosphere was far from calm.

In the master suite's sprawling, black-marble bathroom, the sound of crashing water filled the air. David stood under the cold shower, the icy needles hitting his skin, but they did nothing to cool the fire in his blood. He slammed both palms against the wet marble wall, his muscles rippling under the tension.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. He saw the way the black silk hugged her curves, the way her neck looked so fragile under his lips, and most of all—the way her eyes had looked right before the tears fell.

"She is just a deal," he hissed to himself, his jaw tight enough to snap. "A transaction. A line on a balance sheet. Her tears shouldn't mean a damn thing to me."

He turned the knob, making the water even colder, but the image of Marry wouldn't wash away. He had meant to break her, to show her her place. But as he stood there in the dark, the most powerful man in the city realized something terrifying.

He hadn't just marked her. She had somehow, without even trying, left a mark on him.

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"Writing this chapter was an absolute emotional rollercoaster! We finally see the two sides of David William—the ruthless man who marks what he owns, and the man who refuses to break a soul that’s already shattered. That blanket scene really shows that beneath his cold exterior, there's a complexity we haven't fully explored yet.

My heart breaks for Marry; she’s trapped in a diamond-encrusted hell, fighting to stay strong. Is David’s 'mercy' real, or is it just the beginning of a deeper obsession?

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