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"I can't be a victim of your jealousy every time..."
She hissed at him angrily when he tossed her on the bed.
"You are anything but a victim."
He mocked.
She quickly sprinted towards the door but he grabbed her waist and pulled her away after locking the door.
She started punching his chest.
"Leave me... You are a psycho... I won't let you use my body whenever you want.... I don't want you to touch me, I don't like it..."
"Really?"
He pushed her again onto the bed.
She glared at him when she bounced on it.
He smirked and took off his belt, making her eyes go wide.
"What are you doing?"
She thought he was going to hit her.
Egon climbed on the bed and locked her body with his, her struggles were of no use.
She screamed and yelled but he didn't move.
She looked at him in disbelief when he tied her hands with his belt.
"Egon___"
He placed his fingers on her lips to muffle her words.
"Now let me see if you really don't like it or are lying to me..."
He mumbled on her lips.
"And if you are lying then get ready for the worst."
She watched him, scared as he pulled her under him, it was hard for her to move due to the belt.
A loud gasp escaped her lips when she tore her panties and spread her legs.
"No!"
She warned, knowing she won't be able to control herself and he will prove himself right.
He just smirked in response and kissed her clit, sensations rode through her veins. This is what she didn't want to happen.
He inserted his tongue inside her and her back arched in response. She could feel the warmth as he licked her. Her heels dig into his back as he sucked on it.
Waves after waves rushed through her body. She lifted her hips, asking for more.
He looked up through his eyelashes and saw her in bliss. Those beautiful lips were wide open, eyes were closed, hands were curling around the belt and hair was sprawled on the pillow. He loved the sight.
She moaned and cried in pleasure. It was so hard to control under his touch.
Her legs were all over his back, he placed them on his shoulder and smooched her clit, making her jolt with the spark. She tasted like heaven.
Emerald was in bliss but the thought of him leaving her alone in the bed after this crossed her mind. She can't do this.
She is a queen, and getting treated like a whore by the man she loves is not acceptable for her.
He will do this every time and it will become a habit. She fell for him because he loved her, but what they have now is not love.
It's hate, obsession and lust.
She can't let him treat her like this, he can't touch her when he wants and however he wants. No matter how much she likes it, she has to stop it because, for him, she is a girl whom he wants to destroy.
He doesn't love her.
She cried when she hit the orgasm and rolled her head on the pillow.
He stopped and got away from her sensitive core.
"What do you have to say about it now?"
She was breathing heavily.
"No matter how much I like it, I don't want it... There is a difference."
He hovered over her, his hardness poked her thigh.
"You are not supposed to like it, it was your punishment?"
"Do you punish all your captives like this?"
She mocked.
"Why am I special?... You should punish me like everyone else... That would be fun. Or you want to use my body because it's easy to do?"
He nodded.
"Fair enough! I should punish you like everyone else..."
He released her hand and pulled her dress down.
She frowned at him confused when he dragged her out of the room.
Her stomach churned, not knowing what he was going to do.
He pushed her in front of Ruby who was sitting at the table, scared and crying.
Emerald's heart stopped beating for a moment when she realised that he was going to make her kill Ruby.
She will die if she does that, she has sheltered and protected Ruby her whole life.
She can't kill her, it would be easier to kill herself than her little sister.
"Come on, you know what to do!"
Egon patted her back and handed her the gun.
"You want to get punished like other people so we will do that... Come on!"
He pushed her towards Ruby and stood there with folded hands. Watching her with a mocking face.
Emerald looked at the gun in her shaky hands and her world spun for a minute. Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at Ruby who was trembling.
"Queen, please don't kill me!"
Her little sister begged.
Emerald closed her eyes and recalled how she had killed each and every person who ever tried to put bad hands on Ruby, how every man who tried to touch her badly had vanished mysteriously. She kicked her out, but she made sure that she got all the luxuries.
She can't express it openly, but Ruby is her heart, and she can't kill her.
Ruby, on the other hand, was watching her death in front of her. She thinks Queen doesn't like her so she will kill her in a minute.
Egon was watching it silently, he had a hint that Emerald loves her sister, but tonight he will know the depth.
Emerald took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She tightened her hold on the gun, and Ruby started crying loudly. She covered her face, thinking the bullet would hit her at any time.
Egon was quick to grab Emerald's hand when she placed the gun on her head instead of shooting Ruby.
"I can't kill her, I can't..."
She screamed at him as he snatched the gun from her.
Ruby froze when she saw what Emerald did.
"Please don't kill her, Egon..."
Emerald begged him.
"You kill me but not her... She is innocent, she hasn't done anything... Please don't kill my little sister, she is far from the darkness... If you want to kill her then kill me first..."
She threatened.
Ruby looked at her, shocked. She was thinking that Emerald hates her, but here she was ready to die for her.
Why would she care about her so much when she has silently killed other family members?
Ruby looked at Egon, not sure if he would keep her alive because other people are dead. She is the only living family member of Emerald.
"Do you hear me, kill me first!"
Emerald screamed at Egon and he unlocked his gun.
Author’s POVYears had passed, yet time had failed to soften the legacy of Egon and Emerald. Their empire was stronger than ever, feared by the underworld, respected by allies, untouched by enemies. Their castle was rebuilt stone by stone, not as a reminder of their wounds but as a monument of their victory over destiny.What destiny meant for destruction, they turned into forever.And the world watched them with the same disbelief even now the two villains who were destined to destroy each other… chose to build a kingdom together.The ocean breeze still roared against the cliff walls, just like the night they reunited. But now, the castle didn’t echo grief. It echoed laughter, command, and absolute power… especially from the new heir they raised.Ragnar Bismarck.The one who carried both thrones in his blood.Sixteen years old, the age when most boys were still discovering themselves. Ragnar already knew who he was. Trained in martial arts since he could walk, he moved like a predato
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Author's POV Egon held her like a man who had been starving for years and finally had something warm in his arms again. His arms tightened around her lazy morning frame, almost too tightly, as if she might dissolve into thin air the second he loosened his grip.“To be honest,” his voice came out low, a confession dragged straight from the center of his chest, “I thought you would never accept me again.”His thumb brushed her waist in slow circles — a habit he developed long before, one that never truly died.“I still don’t feel deserving of you,” he admitted, the words cracking slightly, “even though I’m selfish enough to not let you go.”Emerald’s answer came not through words at first, but through the way she burrowed even closer, nuzzling into the warmth of him like she was trying to sink into his bones. There was no fear, no hesitation — just a quiet, hungry comfort she had missed far more than she had expected.“I was in the same dilemma,” she murmured.She tilted her head to me
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Author's POV The ocean was about to witness their reunion again.Egon’s lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been rotting in his chest for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss — it was a claim, a scream, a desperate pull of two halves that had been cut apart and finally slammed back together. Emerald clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, dragging him impossibly closer, like she wanted to pull him under her skin.He groaned into her mouth, a raw, broken sound that betrayed every night he spent missing her. His body pressed into hers as the waves curled around them, cool on their skin, nothing compared to the heat rising between them.Her hands cupped his jaw, fingers shaking as they memorised him again — the stubble, the sharp lines, the warmth that had once been her home.“Egon…” she whispered against his lips, breath trembling.He closed his eyes like her voice hurt him. “Say it again,” he murmured, forehead resting on hers. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe without it.”She di
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