Chapter 37 - If You Chase, You Are a Dog
Krieek
The door of the hotel room slowly slid open. Holding Thalia in his arms, Cruxius stepped inside, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the trembling eyes of the girl clutched to his chest.
Her gaze flicked toward the room—the one she had wrecked earlier. Curtains torn, bed sheet ruined, furniture askew—enough damage to make the 5-star rating drop to the gutter.
"No—I-I will call the police if you—" Her voice stammered, grasping onto false hope, eyes darting to him. But it was pouring over her like warm water, the realization that she was once again going to be forced. Cruxius held her firmly as he walked toward the bed.
"They’ll hang up the moment you mention my name," he said, staring straight into her emerald eyes.
As they reached the bed, his hand retreated lower, and for a moment, it seemed like he might gently place her down.
But instead, the second his fingers let go of her collar, he threw her.
"Ah—Ow!"
Thalia’s body bounced lightly on the plush cushion of the mattress. Her back arched instinctively, legs curling up for balance—but the force made her bounce once, twice, before settling.
Her flimsy, thin floral dress fluttered up with the motion, the skirt lifting dangerously high to reveal the soft, unguarded expanse of her upper thighs and a teasing hint of lace between.
Her bare shoulders trembled, flushed pink from the sudden jolt, and her hair spilled wildly across the pillow as her chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked gasps.