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Dearest Reader… It is with joy in my heart that I write you this note. We have successfully created ten chapters of Accidentally Bound…and as yoi can see, things are getting heated. Thank you for coming this far, for allowing me to share this story with you. I would love to know your thoughts about the book so far though, so let’s start an interaction thread under this story, because I would love to hear from you. Comment and let me know what you think - what you would love to see in coming chapters, what you are predicting already, or who your favorite character is! I will be looking forward to your comments. PS: Please, do support the book with gifts and gems when you can, as it helps with the book’s exposure so the algorithm can push it to more readers. And guess what? Because I love my tribe so much, I will be creating bonus chapters [Which you don’t have to pay for] from time to time…but your support will go a long way. Thank you. Signed, Your Author. Author Annes“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hissed, rubbing my stinging palm.The people around us were staring now, whispers already starting to spread through the ballroom. But I was too angry to care about who was staring or listening to our conversation.“What is wrong with me?” Enzo grabbed my arm. “What the hell are you doing here? Flirting with every man you see?”I gaped at him. The fucking nerve of this bastard.“What I do and where I do it is none of your fucking business, mister!” I yelled, wrenching my arm away from his grip.“Like hell it isn’t, Kamari.” He stepped closer, and I could see the fury radiating off him. “You are my mate. Body and soul, which means that you belong to me. Get it? You are fucking mine so you have no right—”I slapped him again.Harder this time, putting real force behind it. His head snapped to the side before turning to me and, for a short moment, he said nothing—just staring at me with a heated gaze, chest heaving up and down as if he was barely stop
About twenty-four hours later, I was standing in front of the mirror, staring back at a reflection I could barely recognize.The dress I’d found buried in the back of Kamari-2’s closet was stunning—a floor-length sky-blue gown with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt that made me look like I’d stepped out of a fairy tale. The fabric shimmered when I moved, catching the light in ways that made my skin glow.I’d never worn anything like this before.In my world, my life had been tactical gear and dark colors designed to help me disappear. Practicality over beauty… so I was taught. There was never time or need to pay attention to looking pretty or any of that shit.But this?This was pure femininity.I turned slowly, watching the dress swirl around my legs, and felt something unfamiliar bloom in my chest at how beautiful I actually looked.Not just attractive or presentable—but feminine in a way I’d never allowed myself to be. The dress hugged my curves, the neckline showed just enough ski
When I got back home the house was still quiet — thank the gods for small mercies. Daniel and Sage were out, probably spending his money on whatever overpriced restaurant she’d picked — which meant I could collapse without having to maintain the façade of being the broken housewife.I went straight to my room, not bothering to change out of my clothes, and fell onto the bed.It didn’t take long before sleep claimed me.🪷🪷🪷The fire started small.Just a flicker at first, dancing across my mother’s fingertips as she tried to teach me control. I was ten years old, sitting cross-legged on the floor of our living room, concentrating so hard my head hurt.“Focus, baby,” she said gently. “Feel the magic, don’t force it.”But I couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t control it. The harder I tried, the more it slipped away from me.And then something inside me snapped.The fire exploded outward, engulfing everything. The curtains, the furniture, and my mother.She screamed—God, she screamed—and I coul
I had no idea how long I’d slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows at an angle that suggested it was well past morning.Noon, maybe. Or later.I stretched, my body deliciously sore in ways that made the events of a few hours ago come flooding back in vivid detail. The feeling of Enzo inside me, the way he’d made me scream his name, his tongue stroking my clit until—I reached across the bed, expecting to find him beside me, but the sheets were cold.He was gone.A small pang of hurt shot through my chest before I could stop it, and I immediately shoved it down, annoyed at myself for even feeling it.What was I expecting? Cuddles and breakfast in bed?I sat up, looking around the empty room. His side of the bed was rumpled, which meant he’d slept here at some point, but there was no sign of him now.With a frown, I grabbed the first thing I could find…which turned out to be one of his oversized T-shirts that smelled like him. I pulled it on b
We barely made it through the door.The second it closed behind us, Enzo grabbed me, spinning me around and pressing me against the wood. His mouth crashed down on mine—hungry and desperate—while his hands roamed everywhere…my waist, my hips, sliding up to cup my face.“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been?” he whispered against my lips, kissing along my jaw. “How crazy you’ve been making me? I can barely think straight when you’re near me.”“Good,” I gasped as his mouth found that sensitive spot below my ear. “You’ve been making me insane too.”He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to do so many things to you. Want to taste every inch of you. Want to make you scream my name until you forget everything else.”“Is that a promise?”“It’s a guarantee.” He kissed me again—slower this time, more thorough. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Kamari. Going to worship every part of you.”“What happened to ‘just the tip’?” I teased, even as my hands slid under his tan
I woke up early, grateful for the silence.Daniel and Sage were still asleep—I could hear his snoring even from down the hall—which meant I could slip out without the drama of another confrontation.Small mercies.I dressed quickly, pulling on workout gear because I had a feeling today was going to require physical activity. The address Enzo had sent me last night was for his private residence, not his office, which meant this was personal.Good. We needed to clear the air before the mission.The drive took less than twenty minutes, and by the time I pulled up to the gate of his estate, the sun was just starting to rise.The guard waved me through without question—apparently Enzo had told his security to expect me.I parked and made my way to the front door, but before I could knock, I heard sounds coming from inside. Grunting and the clang of metal.I followed the noise to what looked like a home gym visible through the large windows—and froze.Enzo was lifting weights.Shirtless.We







