ログインZAYNE’S POV*****************I stared at my hands. They were trembling. Me, the man who had stared down the boards and iron-fisted dictators without a flicker of a pulse. Me, whose death-stare was enough to suck a life out of a person.And yet, one broken, tear-stained woman had managed to peel back my skin and find the hollow space beneath.‘You don’t know how to love.’The truth of it was a poisonous blade that pierced through my heart because she was right. I… truly didn’t know how to treat the ‘stranger’ in my bed, also known as my wife, and the mother of my child. “Damn that woman.. Always… always…” I couldn’t speak further.I thought if I provided the best, if I tracked her heartbeats, if I replaced her pain with luxury, she would be mine. But, she didn't want a king, she never did. She wanted a man. A Knight one might say.I turned, to follow her, to show her but stopped. Firstly, I needed to get rid of one nuisance. I grabbed that goddamn cupcake plushie in her studies.
Anger, lust, submission, and the list goes on. I was counting…. I think I am getting somewhere. Somewhere I didn’t want nor could I handle it. I was lost in my thoughts the next day, trying to understand the man known as my husband who had begun to exist in the center of my thoughts since our one-night-stand."Come with me.” Speaking of the devil, he popped out of nowhere.“I have prepared a surprise. A peace offering." Zayne said expectantly, his voice softening, almost melodic. He reached for my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles. “I don’t think I-” "I am sorry, Kristine. I didn’t mean to stress you out," I wanted to refuse, but the exhaustion of the day, the weight of this forced silence- made me follow. I expected a gift, perhaps another diamond to add to my collection. When we entered my home office, I was expecting the familiar comfort decors, things I collected from my old undesirable life but they were once and still are cherished by me.Instead, I walked into a showro
He wants submission? He will get it. But, how ‘I’ will give it to him.For three days, I wore the dresses he chose, the tracking bracelet, and followed his schedule. I obeyed him how he wanted. But, with lifelessness.During breakfast, I was twirling the fork around my fingers with my eyes affixed at the savory food.Zayne’s eyes were observing me closely, “The architects sent the revised sketch for the nursery.”I picked up my tea, took a sip, and set the cup back down on the saucer without giving him a reaction that pissed him off.“Kristine? Did you hear me?” He placed his cup down angrily, creating a rattling sound, uncaring if it spilled a little.“I asked you a question.”I glanced. Stared dead into his eyes to let him know I heard. I had just decided to ‘ignore’ it. He sent a warning stare to unshackle my tongue which I didn’t.Silence. That was all he was going to receive from me, for now.“Fine. Don’t answer. Sew this tongue.” he snapped, standing up so abruptly his chair
Zayne had reserved the entire rooftop for dinner because, according to him, I needed a ‘stress-burster’ after my oh-so-hectic week.He reached across the table. Took my hand. He put a bracelet on my wrist. It was a chain made of white gold with a blue diamond.Swallowing the bite, I let out a smile.“It’s beautiful, but, what for?” I whispered, admiring the way it sparkled but noticed something odd about it.“It’s more than beautiful,” Zayne smirked.Undoubtedly wicked eyes affixed on mine, pulling my wrist to press my palm over his heart.“It’s a tether. Synced to my phone. If your heart rate spikes, if you move too far from the estate without the security... I’ll know.”I froze, trying to yank my hand back, "You’re seriously tracking me? I was joking about that dragon thing.”“I am merely protecting my world, from her world.” His grip tightened, just enough to be a warning, not permitting me to release my wrist.“Did you forget where you come from?”There was not a single hint of s
I was in my home office, utterly focused, humming a melody to myself, holding the cupcake plushie Edric gifted. I was used to it, I loved that plushie, I couldn’t discard it.The door opened softly. I glanced and saw Zayne who hadn't entered yet. He simply leaned against the frame, holding two glasses of a vintage red.“You have been staring at those chemical structures for two hours, Kristine.”"The balance is off, Zayne. I need to finish this before tomorrow’s meeting."He walked over, not to look at my work, but to stand behind me.His hands dropped onto my shoulders, his thumbs massaging the base of my neck with a smoothness that made my head lean back. “The board meeting has been moved to Friday. I spoke with your assistant this afternoon.”I froze, my head shot in his direction, “You did what? Why?”“You were pale this morning. The doctor mentioned stress management.” He leaned down, his lips hovering over my temple. “I’m not stopping you, Sweetheart. I am simply ensuring yo
We did not exchange any more words.The tension in the car was already filled with unspoken desire, one could smell the lust in the air, and I was drowning in it. Zayne, on the other hand, held a mystifying front but I saw the way his hand crawled to his thigh.He was attempting so damn hard to be controlled and focused. Forming my lips in a thin line, considering silence the best for now, I waited, until we reached our home. The second the doors to the mansion closed behind us, the control slipped through our fingers like sand. “Come here, dammit.” Zayne didn't wait for the light to be turned on. He grabbed my waist and pressed me against him, his mouth crashing onto mine with a wild, uncontrollable hunger that made my knees numb.“Zay–”“Shh.” This wasn't the punishment of last night. This was an explosion of all the emotions he held at bay in these weeks. He was at his limit.“The doctor said it’s okay,” he groaned, his lips brushing against mine.His hands desperately found







