Chapter 4 Bound by Darkness
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The man harshly pinned Katherine down, his large palm pressing her hands firmly against the bedsheet. He looked down at the woman beneath him from his lofty position.
Though it was dark, he could see the pain and defiance on her face. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as she pouted and whimpered.
“Ahh… It hurts. You devil, let go of me! Please…”
“Pleading? Haha, Miss Sinclair, do you also have such humble moments?” Hearing Katherine's pleas, Leon felt no sympathy or pity; to him, it was a ridiculous joke. He mocked her in response.
When Katherine heard him use her family name, realization dawned through the pain. “You know my surname — Sinclair? You know who I am? So this was deliberate! Who are you?!”
“Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is whether I can make you happy.” Leon leaned in close to her ear, repeating the words again and again. His voice was like a nightmare, a suffocating presence that wrapped around her like chains.
As if he wanted to tear her apart, piece by piece.
Katherine — always proud, always admired as the third Miss Sinclair — had been pampered her entire life. Now, for the first time, she was being trampled, humiliated beyond words. It was the most brutal blow to her dignity.
Tears trickled down one by one. Her heart ached as she thought of the angelic woman who had once adored her, who had cherished her like the most precious treasure.
But…
She would never see her again.
Subconsciously, she whispered, “Sister… Sister…”
Upon hearing this, Leon's body stiffened. He stopped moving, sitting half-erect on the vast water bed like a statue. A trace of grief flickered in his deep, bottomless eyes.
Katherine noticed Leon's strange reaction. Enduring the discomfort between her legs, she forced herself to sit up and shoved him away fiercely. Like a threatened little beast, her entire body tensed as she glared at him viciously.
“Don't come near me. Dont…”
Leon's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking in the heavy silence.
Biting her lip, Katherine wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. Her fear drained the color from her lips. Her body trembled, yet she remained stubborn, refusing to surrender.
Leon took slow, deliberate steps toward her. Suddenly, he yanked the silk quilt away, his voice a low command:
“Come here.”
“No way!”
She shrieked, instinctively curling up as her bare skin was exposed under his gaze.
The moonlight filtered through the fine curtains, illuminating his powerful figure. With his bronzed skin, sculpted muscles, and chiseled features, he was the man most women would fall for.
But for Katherine, he was repulsive. Nauseating. Disgusting.
Leon said nothing. Instead, he reached out his long arms, yanking her into his embrace. His fingers gripped her chin tightly.
“Woman, you're courting death.”
Katherine turned her face away, gritting her teeth. “Yes! I am courting death. Kill me if you dare! Then see if you can continue living peacefully in this city!”
“Hahaha…”
Leon laughed wildly, his grip tightening. Pain shot through Katherine's face, but she refused to make a sound.
Leon leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.
“Want to die?” His voice was dark, menacing. “Not so easy. I'll make you suffer through every torment imaginable. I'll teach you what actual pain is.”
“Pervert!”
Katherine glared at the cruel man, trembling with rage. He was a madman—a complete lunatic!
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