Moments later, upstairs. THE TWINS' DEN.
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Victor didn’t waste time. The she-wolf gasped as her spine slammed into the stone wall of his room, ribs catching hard against stone. Her breath stuttered. Victor’s hand secured around her throat, not crushing, just holding, like a warning made of silence. His grip wasn’t tight. Yet. His obsidian eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t soften. They were dead things, studying her like prey that forgot it was already bleeding. His voice, when it came, was a growl pulled straight from the grave.
„Open your f.ucking mouth.” She obeyed without thinking. Hue pushed his thumb in. He didn’t praise her. Didn’t even look at her lips. Just pressed his palm harder to her ribs, pinning her there like an afterthought, his mouth at her ear.
„You want pain?” She nodded, br
