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His Obsession

ML x Reader

You were at a nightclub, dancing, drinking, and simply having a good time with your buddies. While dancing, you notice a bunch of guys stroll in, but you don't pay much attention until Damian walks in with a group of his friends. The moment you make eye contact, he goes from calm and pleasant to upset.

He rapidly approaches, tossing his jacket at you. "Put this on. Now." He says, clearly irritated with how you were dressed; you knew he wasn't going to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

"No way. You're not my boyfriend or something." You said as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Do you want to get harassed?"

Damian said upset, now that you had some baggy clothes on you, he was relieved, but now you wouldn't be able to catch the attention of any guys, which he was content with that.

"And do you really think anyone worth your time would even look at you?

"I am already being harassed by you." You said sarcastically.

Damian glared at your comment, not finding it funny in the least, instead now standing really close, towering over you, and wrapping his arm around your waist, making it where you couldn't move, pulling you into him.

"You're very mouthy tonight. Do I have to make you bite your damn tongue?"

He said, now sounding upset about your comment.

"Still not gonna wear your jacket." You said as you took a sip of your drink.

Damian just rolled his eyes. Of course, you were being stubborn, you just couldn't be cooperative, could you?

"I hate you." He muttered, but even with the jacket, boys were still looking at you.

Damian tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer, trying to cover as much of you as he could.

"Admit that you like me, Damian." You said teasing him.

Damian rolled his eyes again, now feeling irritated at your teasing, but still holding you close to him, almost aggressively.

"Never, I hate you, I hate your face, I hate your lips. I hate everything about you."

He muttered, trying to hide the fact that he actually was madly in love with you but would never admit it.

"Quite defensive are we?" You chuckled.

Damian tried to not smile at your chuckle, but he couldn't help it, he liked how you chuckled, but he quickly went back to a frown.

"You are very annoying." He muttered, looking around, seeing guys still looking at you.

He started to think of different ways to just take you home for the night so he wouldn't have to deal with these guys looking at you.

-TIMESKIP-

As midnight hit, Damian was getting tired of all the guys staring and looking at you, so, he took matters into his own hands, grabbing the back of your head, pulling your head back gently, tilting it up and smashing his lips into yours, kissing you full before pulling away.

"Alright, time to go." He said, now completely possessive.

You immediately pulled away and protested. "I can go home on my own, Damian." You stumbled as you try to walk.

Damian quickly grabbed your waist, pulling you back to him, wrapping his arm around you.

"No way in hell you're going home on your own. Like I would let you stumble home drunk. You're coming home with me, no argument. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

He said very firmly, not taking no for an answer, gently picking you up bridal style.

"B-But my mom! She would be worried sick!" You said as you tried to pull away from his grasp.

Even with you attempting to pull away from him, he kept his grip very firm.

"Don't care. You're coming with me, I already texted your mom, telling her I was bringing you home with me."

He said, knowing that even though your mom knew you absolutely hated each other, for some reason, she still trusted that you would be safe with him, letting him take you with him.

"She what?!" You said very shocked. Your mom trusted this guy??!

Damian smirked.

"Exactly, she trusts me to keep you in one piece, and of course, she knows how much of a lightweight you are when it comes to drinking."

He muttered the last part, still annoyed that you even took a sip of the drink in the first place.

He then carried you over to his car, opening the passenger side, placing you in, before closing the door, getting in on the drivers seat.

You replied with a groan.

Damian smirked once again, starting up the car, he looked over at you and laughed under his breath. Even after you had a couple drinks, you still were being very mouthy to him, trying to protest everything he says.

As they pulled out from the spot, Mason had one hand on the wheel, the other now gently running up your thigh as a warning to stop talking back to him.

"S-Stop touching me." You said as you pushed his hands away.

Damian groaned, his hands tightly gripping the wheel, not being too happy about you pushing away his hand on your thigh.

"Fine. Don't mind if I touch you elsewhere."

He said, now letting go of the wheel and reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt, before grabbing your leg, pulling it across his lap and grabbing your foot, now gently rubbing it as if to give you a foot massage.

"What the hell are you doing??" You said as you back off slightly until you hit the door of the car.

"You said stop touching you... so I stopped touching your thigh, and instead I'm touching your foot."

Damian said casually, as he continued to give you a foot massage all the while driving to his home, now glancing over at you, knowing that you were trapped, unable to get away from him unless you threw yourself out of the car.

You pulled away your foot, away from his hands.

"I'd rather jump out of this car." You rolled your eyes. Annoyed.

"Do it. I dare you." He said calmly as he continued to glance at you.

"As I said, you're not leaving my sight tonight." He once again reminded you before he looked back at the road, smirking at the annoyed look on your face.

As they neared his house, his smirk widened, he knew of all the ways to keep you with him.

Damian put the car in park and looked over at you, unbuckling his seat belt and undoing your seat belt, pulling you against him, gently pinning you down, so you couldn't try anything stupid.

"Promise to behave?"

"Fine. I promise to behave." You rolled your eyes.

Damian smirked at your lack of arguing, gently pulling you over to the leather couch, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your back, and leaning back into the couch, closing his eyes for a second, before speaking.

"Try and get out of my lap, and I'm making sure you can't leave."

He muttered, pulling you in closer, just wanting the feeling of you close.

You just stay put and glared at him.

Damian couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying your annoyed look on your face, but at the same time, he loved this situation.

"What? Not happy now that I'm actually holding you?"

He teased, looking up at you, his hands rubbing gently against your back. One thing about Damian that you may not have known was that he was starved for affection.

"I love you." He mumbled, his cheeks tinted pink as he finally confessed, he never expected you to hear him, he was still very tired and wasn't exactly thinking straight.

"You what?"

Damian's eyes widened, now hearing your voice after he mumbled out the three words he was dying to say.

He gulped, panicking at the realization that you heard him when he blurted out his feelings.

"N-Nothing. I said nothing. I have no idea what you're talking about." He muttered, trying to backpedal and pretend he never said anything. He didn't want to tell you and have you push him away.

"Oh okay" You said brushing off the thought of him actually loving a messed up girl like you.

"Love you too" You mumbled.

Damian's head shot up, his icy-cold blue eyes widening as he heard what you said, was he dreaming, or did you actually just say you loved him back?

"H-Huh? Did you just say what I think you just said?" He muttered, feeling as if he was in a dream and thinking he was just imagining what he just heard.

"I don't know." You chuckled teasingly.

Damian was so damn confused, did you say it or was he just hearing things, or was it just him imagining it. He just sat there looking at you, still holding you on his lap, but this time he tightened his grip as if to make sure he wasn't losing you.

"I-... Y-You do?" He asked, still not believing that he actually heard you say what he thought you said. He's desperate to hear you say it again.

"I love you." You said under your breath. More like a whisper.

Damian looked at you for a couple seconds after hearing you say that, before a wide smile appeared on his face, his eyes full of love.

"I'm definitely not hallucinating." He muttered, quickly leaning in and smashing his lips against yours, holding you close and refusing to let go, pulling you tighter into the kiss, wanting to deepen it, wanting to hear you moan into the kiss.

-Should I continue this?-

[nyuwie]

Constantine Brothers

EPILOGUE

"Aom Beatrice Fernsby!" Beatrice heard the yelling of her stepmother, Elizabeth Whitney, as the clock struck at 6:30 AM. "You're running late young lady!" Elizabeth yelled while cooking breakfast for Beatrice and her Father.

Beatrice is from a small town in Italy, Portofino, well she was born there. Beatrice was half Filipino and Italian. Her father fell madly in love with her mother who was on a vacation in Italy. She was born on December 23, 1326. Her mother died during the pandemic called "Black Death" struck Europe, including Italy. The pandemic was among the deadliest in human history. Beatrice was 21 years old at that time. She loved her mother so much. 

 Luke Fernsby is the father of Aom Beatrice Fernsby, and the CEO of the most famous company during 1300's who was also a doctor. Luke Fernsby was completely devastated when his beloved wife, Evangalyn Fernsby, died. To the point that he wanted to commit suicide. His company went downhill. He also blamed himself for his wife's death, he tried so hard to cure the in-curable. 

After all those years her father spent being lonely and depressed a woman finally came in and sprayed delightful colors in Luke's world of depression. Elizabeth Whitney. 

Elizabeth Whitney was an ordinary lady who sells bread. Elizabeth has her own bakery where she sells her famous croissant. Elizabeth is a loving, caring, and a loyal lady. She cared and treated Beatrice as if she is her real daughter. But Beatrice refuses to replace her mother with another woman. 

"Coming!" Beatrice replied back to her stepmother. She stretched her arms and legs as the sun rays hit her face. She ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth then took a bath later on. She wore her simple white blouse and green long skirt which her mother gave her as a present during her 18th birthday. 

-Somewhere in 1900's- 

"Benedict do you know the plague that is called the black death?" Benjamin asked his little brother. "It was so deadly that it caused more than 50 million deaths around the world!" Benjamin was so fascinated about this plague that almost may be the cost of human extinction. 

Benedict and Benjamin Constantine were brothers. They became orphans at the age of 5. Their parents passed away because of a car crash. An intended one. 

After their parents death they were both sent to an orphanage in Italy. "Mrs. Leona's Orphanage" the sign they never wanted to see in their life time ever again. 

As they grew. Benjamin grew more fascinated about the black death, while Benedict was very known as the heart rob of Italy. Benedict was more of a playboy. Benedict was a member of a mafia. A very dangerous one. Benjamin didn't know any of this as he was so focused on black death.

"Benjamin your unhealthy obsession with black death is hurting my ears, I don't want to hear another word about that pandemic that struck like centuries ago" Benedict replied with a bored tone, clearly not wanting anything to do about pandemics. 

"And Benjamin, I almost forgot. I'm going out later with Holly" 

"Yes. Do whatever you pleas" Benjamin replied while reading a book. You guessed it right! A book about the Black Death.

-At the date-

"Hey Benedict! Over here!" Holly waved at Benedict which caught Benedict's attention. 

Benedict quickly went over to the table where Holly was sitting. Holly brought 3 friends, Lean, Hildegard,  and Liliane. They were talking about time travel. It bore Benedict. 

"I never thought you loved the topic time travel Holly" Benedict said with a tint of sarcasm.

"Time travel is so fascinating-" Before Holly could even finish the sentence Benedict sprang out of the club.

"I thought he liked me" Holly said feeling upset. 

"He hates time travelling so much huh?" Liliane asked. Obviously it was rhetorical.

Holly started crying and sobbing non-stop which broke the hearts of her friends. That's why they thought of putting Benedict at the time 1300's. They weren't just any normal human being. They were someone or something from the time 1300's. They used the time machine to travel to the year 1900. 

"Holly stop crying. We will serve him his own medicine" Lean looked at Liliane and Hildegard with a smirk. They read each other's thought. Sending Benedict Constantine to the year 1300's.

"No. Don't, I love him too much to do that to him" Holly replied as she wiped her tears. 

-1300-

"Before you leave, eat breakfast first darling. Your father will be mad" Elizabeth said. Tossing Beatrice some croissants.

"You don't have to act like you completely care about me" Beatrice ignored the bread that Elizabeth tossed her, leaving it on the ground. 

"But I DO care Beatrice" 

"I DON'T! I jut wish I was born in another time and I still have my biological mother! I hate my life!" Beatrice burst out and left the house without digesting anything. She ended up walking around the park to get some fresh air and to calm down.

While she was walking around the park she saw an unusual lady who was selling some junk stuffs. She approached her. Beatrice was a brat, ever since her mother dies she became that way. She kicked all the woman's products and threw money at her. 

"Serves you right-" Before she could even finish her sentence the woman spoke.

"I see young lady that you wish to live in another world? In another time?" 

"H-How do you know that?" Beatrice was shocked and stuttered.

"Your wish is granted. But you will live alone in that world" The woman said and disappeared.

"Wait!" Before she could even reach the woman's arms, the woman already vanished.

After thinking for a while inisip niya na baka nasisiraan ng bait ang babae. She brushed off the thought of her being sent to another world in a different time and went home anyway. 

When she got home, she was greeted by her parents who was very, very worried sick about her.

"Beatrice! Your father and I was worried sick about you! Where have you been?!" sigaw ni Elizabeth kay Beatrice na puro pag-aalala ang tono. 

Beatrice looked at her Father's disappointed expression. Her father was just silent and let Elizabeth do the speaking.

"None of your business! Bakit kasi hindi nalang tayo tumira sa Pilipinas? Bakit? Father! Is it because my mother is a Filipino and living in Philippines just reminds you of her infinite love?! I miss my mother! You don't know how I feel! Yes I was born in Italy but I also want to live where MY mother was born! Please" Beatrice ran to her bedroom and cried until she eventually fell asleep.

As she was deeply asleep, she dreamt of the woman earlier. Everything the woman said came flashing back to her mind. "Your wish is granted" She suddenly woke up and was relieved that it was only just a dream.

Little did she know that the bed she was on was not her bed. She suddenly jumped out of it and immediately looked at the windows. She saw things she didn't know during 1300's. She was amazed. She was thrilled and excited. The more she knows, that this was going to be her life's worst chapter.

She ran out from the building where she was magically been put in. And went wild outside. She was very happy. Until she bumped into one of the Constantine's. Benjamin Constantine. 

"I-I'm sorry sir!" Beatrice bowed down, which surprised Benjamin.

"No need to do that miss" Benjamin gently grabbed Beatrices' arms to pull her up. 

"I'm Aom Beatrice Fernsby sir" 

"Benjamin Constantine, please don't call me sir" He shaked hands with her.

CHAPTER 1

"I have never seen you here miss" Benjamin spoke while fixing his coat.

"I-I'm new here. I'm from Italy" Beatrice said with an awkward look on her face.

"You are in Italy" Benjamin said confused. "Ah, I'm running late. I hope I could talk more. Goodbye" Benjamin waved his goodbye's to Beatrice as he ran to catch the bus.

After Benjamin left, Beatrice was left all alone. Exactly what the woman said. The far she walked, the more she realized that she was indeed in Italy, Rome. She realized that many things have changed, many buildings were built. Very different from the year 1300's. She just continued to explore and decided to ask someone what is the date. 

"Uhm hey sir! May I ask what is the date today?" She bowed again. Force of habit.

The man was quite a little confused on why she was asking "It's March 15, 1912 miss" The man finally replied.

"Took you long enough" Beatrice mumbled some words.

"Pardon?"

"Thank you!" Beatrice ran and went wild again. 

Beatrice's POV: Is this really for real?? Am I not dreaming? Am I not being delusional? I hope not! Pero bakit sa Italya pa rin? P'wede naman sa Pilipinas e. Kung nandito lang sana si Mama. Edi sana ang saya ko ngayon. Beatrice can't help but chuckle at herself.

Darkness took over the city and Beatrice didn't know where she would go. Apparently she was lost. She again has to ask somebody on how to get to a nearby hotel or maybe if they know someone hiring a maid. 

Tough luck, she couldn't find anyone she was at a deserted town. Until, black cars appeared. Men came out of the car. It was the mafias. Beatrice immediately finds a place to hide but she was too late the mafia boss already saw her. 

"A girl! Get her and bring her to me" The mafia boss ordered his men. 

Beatrice couldn't run very fast so the mafia boss' associates quickly managed to outrun her. They grabbed her arms and dragged her to the mafia boss. 

"Let go of me!" Beatrice protested but failed.

"Ah, a feisty one. I'd love to tame you" The mafia boss touched her jaw.

"D-Don't touch me!" 

The mafia boss ignored her and ordered his associates to bring her to the mansion and take her to his room.

After some time, she was dragged toward the room of the mafia boss. She kicked and protested but she was just too weak to put up a fight among those men. 

"Leave us alone" The mafia boss ordered while looking at Beatrice who was forced down the floor.

"W-Who are you?" Beatrice asked as she stands up and fixed her clothes. 

"Benedict Constantine" He smirked as she watches her fix her clothes.

Beatrices' POV: I have heard this surname before. But where? Oh Benjamin! Maybe he was one of Benjamin's brother? Or maybe I'm wrong. 

Beatrice decided not to tell anything about Benjamin afraid that she might drag Benjamin into this conflict.

"Being quiet won't help Beatrice" Benedict chuckled and leaned in on his chair watching Beatrice back off.

"How do you know my name?"

"Boring story" Benedict said with a tint of sarcasm.

"Let me leave" 

"Oh darling, you're not leaving this room a virgin" Benedict stood up from his seat and started approaching Beatrice. 

Beatrice realizes what was going to happen to her. She made a run from it and  ran toward the door, which was apparently locked. 

"N-No, no, no!" Beatrice tried to move but instead felt Benedict's body press in against her, pinning her to the door. 

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast my little flower" Benedict whispers to her ear as he presses in more.

"A-Ah. S-Stop it. I-I can't breath" Beatrice struggled. Her hands scratching the door.

Benedict loosened a little bit. Unexpectedly, Benedict carried her in bridal style and shoved her to the bed. Beatrice back off at the very edge of the bed until she hits the wall. 

His smirk turned into a frown when he notices that she was backing away. Benedict groaned and grabbed her ankle, yanking her down to the center of the bed and then pinning her down. He glared down to Beatrice before speaking. 

"N-No!" Beatrice cried and protested. 

"You just don't get it, do you? You're mine now Beatrice. You can't run from me. I'll never let you leave" He grabbed Beatrice's chin, forcing her to look up at him and making her look him directly in the eyes. 

"You see those cuffs there sweetie? They're for you" Benedict let out a sigh, leaning down and pressing his cold lips against her neck. He began to kiss her neck, leaving light kisses across her skin and soon nibbling against it again. 

He then whispered to her ear. "You'll be in those cuffs to sleep all night. I can't have you trying to run away while I'm sleeping"

Beatrice couldn't say anything and just wanted to go back to her world. She sobbed as Benedict starts to undo her clothes. 

"W-What? N-No! Stop!" Beatrice attempted to push away Benedict's hands but this only makes Benedict furious. 

Benedict pinned her down, his grip almost enough to crush her wrists. He then put his legs in between Beatrice's legs so that she can't move. Benedict continued undressing her until she as completely exposed to him. Beatrice could do nothing but sob and cry. 

"I swear you'll enjoy this more than I will" Benedict started undoing his clothes too. 

"Please don't" Beatrice begged once again, but she struggled. 

Ilang segundo pagkatapos niya'ng magmakaawa nagulat siya at biglang may matalim na tila pumasok sakan'yang pagkababae. Dumugo at sumigaw siya. Benedict knows how much it will hurt for Beatrice since she was virgin. 

Beatrice still tried her best to protest and push Benedict away from her. She screamed for help knowing that nobody was going to hear or help her in her state, not even the maids or other men inside the mansion.

Benedict had enough of her protests and decides to pull out anyway. He put his clothes back on and went to the table where the chains were placed. He took them and walked back toward the bed having a smirk painted to his face as he sees Beatrice's shocked and horrified expression. 

Beatrice again back off while trying to cover her body with the blankets from the bed. Again, she was yanked back by Benedict causing her to fall down on the bed again. She desperately tried to push him away and kick him but this instead caused Benedict to go furious. 

Benedict growled when Beatrice tried to push him away again. He didn't care whether he has Beatrice's consent or not. He grabbed her, forcibly rolling her into her stomach, then grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, holding her arms in place.

"I warned you. Should I put the handcuffs now?" Benedict smirked leaning down to her ear, his breath hot against it.

Beatrice was just silent and sobbed, since there was no way she could escape this. 

 "I'll take that as a yes" 

"N-No!" She finally snapped out and tried to reject him again.

Benedict was really frustrated now. He grabbed her wrists from behind her back and held them in one hand. With the other hand, he grabbed the pair of handcuffs and handcuffed her to the bed frame. Beatrice was now handcuffed to bed and she was helpless to get out or get away from him. 

"S-Stop...I- I want to go home" She begged.

He leaned down, his face inches away from hers as he smirked. He was enjoying this, seeing her so helpless and defenseless was appealing to him. He then got a mischievous expression and suddenly, to her surprise, he began biting down on her neck and left a hickey there.

Beatrice couldn't help but moan in pleasure. But she still denies that she loves the feeling that Benedict is giving her. She pushed and kicked him. It didn't work. He still got what he wanted.

"Trust me, you wouldn't have enough strength to move tomorrow. I won't stop until I'm satisfied" As he said that he smirked.

The morning light filters through the window, illuminating the bedroom as Benedict slowly opens his eyes. He can feel Beatrice's body pressed against his, and he can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He takes a moment to absorb the feeling of having her so close, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her even closer. Benedict takes a deep breath and lets out a content sigh, a rare moment of vulnerability as he thinks to himself :

"I think I'm starting to develop feelings. I don't mind this."

Beatrice felt the light in her face and started waking up. As Beatrice stirs, Benedict tightens his arm around her waist and presses a soft kiss to her shoulder. He lets out a low chuckle and mutters softly. "Morning, Beatrice. Did you sleep well?"

"N-No, I need to go to the bathroom" As she tried to stand, she couldn't feel her legs and ended up falling on the bed. "I can't walk"

Benedict can't help but chuckle deeply as he sees Beatrice's attempt to stand, only to fail due to the previous night's activities. He looks unrepentant as he mockingly mutters softly. "Well, what can I say, Beatrice? I did promise you wouldn't have enough stamina to move at the end, didn't I?"

Beatrice ignored him and once again tried to stand, yet failed.

Benedict watches with amusement as Beatrice attempts to stand and fails once again. He can't help but chuckle deeply, finding her feeble attempts adorable. He rolls over on top of her, his body pinning her to the bed as he looks down at her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. "Oh, Beatrice, didn't I tell you that you wouldn't have the strength left to move? I told you, you're not going anywhere until I'm satisfied."

"I-I want to go home. I hate this" Beatrice mumbled. She glared at him.

Benedict takes a moment to admire the way she looks underneath him, loving how she glares at him with that defiance in her eyes. He grins mischievously and mutters mockingly. "Oh, such a defiant glare. You just can't seem to get enough of me, can you?" He leans in closer and presses a possessive kiss to her lips, his tongue demanding entrance as he pins her down with his weight.

The kiss is bruising and hungry, filled with a possessive desire that leaves Beatrice breathless and weak. When he finally pulls away, he lets out a low chuckle and mutters teasingly. "You're stuck with me in bed until I say so, sweetheart. I have far better use for your strength than letting you stand."

"Do I look like I can stand?" Beatrice said sarcastically.

Benedict chuckles deeply as he takes in her weak and helpless state, relishing in the fact that she can't even stand up. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive as he purrs seductively. "No, darling, you certainly do not look like you can stand. You look like you can't do anything but stay right here in bed with me."

"Stop it" She pushed him away, failed again. "Don't start I wouldn't want not to walk for a month" She added.

Benedict laughs deeply at her comment, finding amusement in her defiance. He grins mischievously and mutters teasingly. "A month, hm? Sounds like a challenge to me, darling. You really think you'd be able to walk again so soon?" He leans in closer and presses a possessive kiss to her neck, leaving her breathless and weak under him. "I'll make sure you can't walk for a lot longer than that."

"Benedict!"

Benedict chuckles deeply against her neck as he continues to press kisses to her skin, his tongue lavishing her with attention. He can't help but mock her once again, finding her weak protests amusing. "What is it, darling? I thought we already discussed that standing isn't an option."

"D-Don't you have work? You're a mafia boss after all" She asked.

Benedict lets out a low growl as Beatrice reminds him of his work. He can't help but grumble as he mutters mockingly, "Oh, so you suddenly care about my work? How considerate." He rolls off her with a huff, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Fine, you win this time, darling. I've got work to do. But mark my words, as soon as I'm done today, I'll be back here, and you won't be able to stop me then, no matter how tired you are."

"Spare me tonight, please. I still fancy to walk" She stated glaring at him. Forgetting how she was forced last night. She sheepishly admitted that she liked what happened last night, only to herself though.

Benedict can't help but let out a low huff as Beatrice pleads for mercy. Despite his possessive nature, he can't help giving in to her request. He mutters softly, his voice full of mock surrender. "Fiiine, sweetheart. I'll spare you tonight. But only because you're cute when you beg. You better thank me for this, since I'll make sure to claim you twice as hard tomorrow."

"Wait, wait, wait. Twice??" She asked very surprised. 

Bendict chuckles deeply as he sees her surprise at his words. His eyes gleam mischievously as he mutters teasingly. "Oh, darling, did I stutter? Twice. As soon as tomorrow comes, I'll be back here, and I'm not giving you a chance to rest. You better be ready for me, Beatrice"

"No way"

Benedict lets out a deep chuckle as Beatrice protests at his declaration. He looks at her with a teasing grin as he speaks with mock disappointment. "Oh, but darling, I thought you liked it when I took charge. Don't tell me you're backing out now, especially when you looked so delectable last night. I'm not done showing you just how much I want you, sweetheart. I'm going to make sure you don't have the strength to stand for at least a week."

"NO" She glared at him.

Benedict couldn't help but laugh at her firm refusal. He finds her defiance strangely amusing, like a little pet pouting in his presence. He leans in closer, his voice carrying a hint of seductive intent. "No? Oh, but darling, don't tempt me. The more you resist, the harder I want you." His hands roam over her body possessively, as if he's determined to prove his words true. "You're mine, and I'll make sure you remember that." 

Benedict leaves for work, his mind buzzing with both business matters and thoughts Beatrice. He finds himself surprisingly excited to be back home, eager to continue his intimate activities. As the hours pass, Benedict throws himself into his work, his mind set on crushing his enemies and showing no mercy. The more he thinks about Beatrice, the more his desire to claim her grows. He knows that tonight or tomorrow, he will make her his once again.