𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 967

The worst part wasn’t how he never kissed you. It wasn’t even how he never praised you after.

It was the way he cleaned himself off with a towel—so casual, so mundane—as if he hadn’t just made you cry and come at the same time. As if your sobs meant nothing.

And they didn’t. Not to him. They weren’t worth a second glance.

“You should clean up,” he said flatly, flicking sweat off his wrist like he was brushing off a leaf.

Your limbs trembled against the bed, hot and ruined. You tried to prop yourself on an elbow, but he stepped past you like you were clutter. A used toy.

You always were, to him.

Still. You couldn’t stop loving him.

You had fallen too fast. Too obviously. And for someone like him, someone who noticed everything, it was humiliating. You wore your crush like a fresh wound—bloody and bright, pulsing for him.

Alhaitham never commented. Never teased. Never offered even the barest flicker of acknowledgment.

Because acknowledging it would ruin you. And he liked watching you degrade yourself with dignity.

He kept you just close enough to taste him. Distant enough to keep you starving.

But he never let you go.

✦✧✦✧

He didn’t need to look at you when he walked in. He could feel you twitch.

You always straightened your back when you heard his boots. Tucked your phone under the blanket. Pretended not to miss him. Pretended not to ache.

Your body betrayed you anyway.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, tone razor-sharp with boredom.

You shook your head. He didn’t believe you.

His hand closed around your throat before your lips parted.

Not hard. Just… enough.

“You never learn,” he muttered.

Your breath hitched.

His thumb brushed your pulse, slowly, as if contemplating whether to crush it.

“Still wasting time on fantasy? Still hoping I’ll hold you after?”

You couldn’t speak. He liked it that way.

You wanted to please him. Obey. Submit. But you were too slow. Too weak. Too obvious. Every time.

His breath grazed your ear. “Don’t insult my intelligence.”

He shoved you backward. Your spine hit the mattress.

A whimper slipped out.

He froze. Then smiled faintly—barely a twitch at the edge of his mouth.

You’d learned by now: that was the only approval you’d get.

✦✧✦✧

Alhaitham didn’t tie you up because he needed to.

He tied you up because he liked the way your wrists looked bruised.

Because he wanted you helpless, dripping, broken—gagging on a name he’d never let you call him.

You weren’t allowed to beg. You weren’t allowed to speak. But he loved hearing you try.

Loved watching you squirm beneath him, shame crawling down your spine like molasses.

Loved seeing how far you’d fallen.

The brilliant girl. The clever little thing who once thought she could read him.

“You thought you could play me, didn’t you?”

He adjusted the knot, cinching it until you gasped.

“You were transparent from day one.”

You wanted to sob. Not from pain.

From how deeply you wanted him to love you.

But he never would.

“I don’t want your affection,” he said, spreading your legs without ceremony.

His gaze was clinical. Cold.

“I want your obedience.”

He slid into you without a warning.

You screamed.

He didn’t stop.

✦✧✦✧

He fucked like a god dismantling his worshipper.

No pleasure. No mercy. No pretense of care.

You were a mind to break, not a heart to win.

His hips slammed into yours, sharp and brutal, forcing your body to remember him.

Every inch of him carved you open. Branded you. Like he wanted to ruin you for anything else.

Your head thrashed against the sheets.

He gripped your jaw.

“Look at me.”

You tried. You failed.

Your eyes rolled back.

Slap.

You blinked. Tears blurred the edges.

“Don’t drift. Stay with me.”

His cock hit your cervix again, precise. Cruel.

You sobbed his name.

He grunted. “Pathetic.”

You loved that word from him.

He kept going until you were nothing but a broken, twitching hole—thoughtless, mindless, obedient.

You came without permission. He didn’t stop.

He never stopped.

✦✧✦✧

Afterward, you curled up, silent.

He cleaned himself. Dressed. Poured tea.

“You’ll need to stay hydrated,” he said without glancing at you.

Your thighs were sticky. Your arms ached.

He placed the cup on your nightstand. Not out of kindness.

Out of control.

“Don’t waste it,” he warned.

You drank.

He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book.

Not once did he touch you again.

But you knew he was watching you from the corner of his eye.

✦✧✦✧

You didn’t know when it began. When the gifts started arriving. The apartment. The silk sheets. The black card with no limit.

You had told yourself it was platonic. That he simply valued your intellect.

Lie.

He picked you because you were predictable. Smart enough to notice him. Starved enough to chase him. Broken enough to submit.

You thought you had choices.

You thought you could leave.

But your name was on nothing. Your contacts, erased. Your location, tracked.

You had become his little study. His perfect pet project.

And the worst part?

You didn’t want to leave.

✦✧✦✧

“You’re lucky I tolerate you,” he said once, when you cried into his coat and begged for affection.

You still clung to him.

Still thanked him.

Because it was the only thing he’d ever given you willingly.

That sliver of cruelty disguised as care.

You lived for it.

✦✧✦✧

He kissed you once.

Only once.

You had passed out from overstimulation. Bruised and crying, a wreck on the sheets. Barely breathing.

He leaned over you and brushed your mouth with his.

It wasn’t love. It was possession.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Then he turned off the light.

And left you there in the dark.

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