INICIAR SESIÓNAfter cleaning up, we laid back down on the mattress but there was no sleep coming for either of us.“Are you happy after getting what you wanted, again? Is my submission to your satisfaction, Mr. Nightwood.” She mocked.“As a matter of fact.” I chuckled huskily, stroking her cheekbone with my thumb.“Yes. It is. Reasonable enough for me to survive.”“Don’t give me these talks now.” She muttered, removing my hand. I smirked triumphantly, “I don’t need words. I am certain you know this extremely well.”She pouted and was about to pull away but my hand held out to catch her. My arm slowly swept around her waist to place her on top of my bare chest and gain my tranquility.But as our skins collided, the synchronization of our heartbeats made me realize she was my compassionate companion and truly deserved to know my silence.But, should I?Maybe I should. She had all the rights to know. “Kristine…”“Hmmm?” “Edric… killed my family…” I began slowly, swallowing hard, “All because I wo
But even as our lips met again, I sensed the last threads of her resistance which I must erase. “You…” Her body arched into me, yet her hands trembled against my chest, pushing and pulling in the same breath, unsure what to do.“You are doing this again, Zayne. Using sex to distract me…”“No. I am not, Kristine. I swear I am not. Not this time.” I pulled away slightly, my lip still attached to hers.But my hands gripped her elbow tightly with a desperation I failed to hide. “Right now, I just want you to realize my feelings. To understand my desperation. Please, let me.” My lips quivered, kissing her again, and again, but it wasn’t enough.Nothing was. Not anymore.She gasped against my mouth, turning her face slightly to break our kiss, “But, this doesn’t fix anything. You can’t just—”I silenced her by pressing my index finger on her lips while my other hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.“Shhh…I’m not trying to fix it either,” I murmured, lips brushin
With my one hand handling the steering, my other hand was itching to hold the woman next to me. A light, genuinely amused smile playing on my lips that was completely contrary to her constant growl.She tried to ignore my smile but soon grew weary and whispered sorrowfully.”You said you would let me go, Zayne—that you would grant me my freedom.”“And I did,” I replied smoothly, glancing at her with a soft chuckle. “You are the one who agreed to come with me, sweetheart.””Because you gave me that look!” Her head turned to me, her eyes flashing with indignant anger. ”That didn't mean I was ordering you to come. You came of your own free will.” I teased her, dripping an effortless charm that only exasperated her further and I found it utterly amusing.Thousand times better than her silence.“Maybe it's your love for me, meaning you understood my heart without words.” ”I thought you were threatening me.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. I smiled widely, ”I was not.” ”Asshole.”
The crushing weight of Dorian’s rejection followed me all the way to Antler’s doorstep. My hands were still shaking as I rang the bell, the world blurring into a haze of heartache until I was with him.“How could he do this to me, Antler?” I whimpered, letting out soft cries, clutching a pillow against my chest.“I honestly don’t blame him, Kristine. Dorian’s return had caused an immense shift in the underworld.” Antler sat beside me, his posture rigid but his gaze remarkably soft, pushing a glass of water towards me.“Things are extremely chaotic right now, and his ‘precious asset’ is in an extreme state of vulnerability. He will soon be forced to make a definitive decision.”I shouted wretchedly, slamming the pillow down, the tears I held back began to roll down unstoppably. “That doesn’t mean he will send me away so ruthlessly, Antler!” My sob and yelling caused him to soften more. His eyes narrowed, hand slowly extending to rest on my shoulder for comfort.“I agree his method w
KRISTINE’S POV*********************I wasn't going to forgive him easily this time. I couldn't. Every time I softened, he used my tenderness to rewrite the rules of my confinement, use one way or another.If he intended to control me, I shall also test him with his most sensitive nerve—my absolute silence. At night, I was on bed, scrolling through my phone when he entered, looking drunk and disheveled. His eyes were clouded with thick clouds of yearning.“Kristine…” His desperate voice called, dragging his feet silently on the floor. I didn’t look up, let alone acknowledge his presence.His desperation doubled, causing his lips to quiver and, without a word, he sank on the floor beside me, his head reverently resting on my knee.“Please. Don’t turn away from me. Talk to me…” “I told you this morning, Zayne. I have nothing to say to you,” I replied without shifting my eyes from the screen.He kissed my knee, voice breaking, “I am sorry. I am so deeply, truly sorry for last night.”
“—Don’t bring her. Don't punish her for what I did.” What the fuck?The cruel, dark amusement was entirely murdered out by distressful anticipation of Dorian's statement. Did he really think I was going to physically harm her?My obsession was malicious, I agree. But, despite knowing my love since the beginning, he failed to understand.“You think I would lay a finger on her, huh?” I growled, closing the distance between us until we were chest-to-chest, glaring right into his soul.“She is my wife, Dorian. My woman. I worship her, from the very beginning, you have seen my devotion to her yourself.”“Then why this revenge?” He hissed, almost powerless.“My target is your bond. Not my marriage.” I enunciated strictly, adjusting my cuffs.“If I have to lose my family then you must lose yours too.” Dorian blinked, a mixture of intense relief and dread coming to his face.“But, Zayne, she's drowning—”I punch the table outrageously.“She is drowning because you don't let her belong to me!
Just because I had behaved possessively didn't mean my feelings for my Kristine were insincere. But how could I make her understand that? How could I show her that my dark obsession and my worship of her were born from the exact same heart?“Are you going to remain furious with me forever, Kristi
ZAYNE’S POV******************Why wasn't she comprehending the depth of my emotions? Frightening her was never my intention. But, my unstoppable desires had worsened things. Panic control me, and I ended up repeating the same fucking mistake: Caging the only soul that held me to sanity. By midn
The tie on my wrist was a cold reminder of the boundaries Zayne would stupidly draw between us. My wrists weren't chafed though, Zayne was too careful with that, even in his madness. But, he must realize one mustn’t solve problems the way he does. This was no cure, no answer, no… love. He was cho
“Zayne, let me go, dammit. Stop using intimacy to hide your flaws, dammit!” I yelled, struggling under the tie but he did not let me move an inch.“No.” Smirking darkly, he placed his palm on my thigh, pressing it down on the mattress, “Let me enjoy this sight a little more.”“Asshole! Stop lying t







