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Rhianna's POV

"I would rather you kill me than f*ck me. Because... when you touch me, I feel like I am dying slowly. I will choose to die instantly, then," I said without backing off.

He snarled at me, his eyes flashing murderously and punched the wall. I didn't even flinch away from him. I just stood there, my eyes cold, unwavering.

I was even surprised at myself right now. Nia would have appreciated this, appreciated what I was doing now.

The last two weeks had finally caught up to me. I had done everything he asked, I had f*cked him because I was so scared... and I was DONE.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind and gone completely crazy. Maybe I had, because this wasn't like myself, this was strange.

I wasn't this woman. I had never talked back at anyone, let alone my strong, powerful mate. He was the king. If he wanted, he could do everything he had promised to do, but...

"Peyton. What about Peyton? You will die and leave her? How can you-" He suddenly looked almost scar