LOGINAuthor's POV Iris’s lips trembled silently as she gulped. Her half-torn shirt hung low around her breasts, revealing the star-like mole near her nipple.His eyes lingered on her breasts, wild lust running through them, making her breath hitch. Her hand reached for the torn cloth as she tried to cover her half-naked body, but it didn’t help much.Iris tried to wrap her throbbing, pain-filled hand around her chest, clutching the shattered piece of cloth.She looked up, only to meet his hungry, feral brown eyes, making her heart pound in her chest.She tried to create distance between them by taking a slow step backward, but before she could, his hand reached her, gripping her pants from her waist his finger ran deep as he pulled her toward him in a swift motion. Her body crashed into his.“Being smart, aren’t we?” he mocked her.“Try to hide your body from my eyes, and I will fucking make you walk naked all over the mansion.” His deep voice came as a warning, making fear crawl through
Author’s POVHis hot breaths brushed against her ear, making her heart pound violently in her chest. She had never imagined, even in her wildest dreams, seeing a whole room filled with her paintings made by him.He was dangerous, terrifying, and utterly unhinged.It was difficult for her to digest the thought of him making those realistic paintings. They carried something alive in them; every brushstroke felt as if it was looking straight through her.He was obsessed with her, dangerously obsessed, to the extent that it would ruin her.Her hands trembled as his warm lips lingered on her skin, slowly traveling down. Goosebumps rose across her surface. His hand slipped inside her shirt, his rough palm moving over her soft skin. As soon as his warm hand touched her cold skin, she flinched hard.She wanted to struggle, to protest but where would it lead her? Nowhere. He was a beast. He knew what he wanted and how to get it from his victim.She knew there was no way out of this. If she tri
Author's POV Hours passed. She was sitting there; sleep had consumed her, but her body was far from calm. Her hands were trembling silently, her brows knitting together. Sweat covered her forehead as her lips fluttered with words. A nightmare was chasing her.“Chi-ld, please,” the whisper left her lips. Her body was shaking, her hands forming tight fists. “L- leave” A scream tore from her throat as her eyes snapped open. Her breathing was heavy as her eyes roamed the darkness, trying to find something desperately.Her trembling body slowly rose from the floor as she placed her hand on the wall, supporting her shaking form.Tears streamed down her face, emotions gathering in her throat, but she gulped them down, her trembling hand moved trembling wiping away the tears.The nightmare she was trying to forget for years was crawling in her heart; she doesn't want to cry anymore; she has done enough. While taking deep breaths, she tries to calm herself.She has noticed the automatic sy
Author’s POVThe eagles, ravens, crows, vultures, and condors tore the flesh from the skinned, alive, bloody bodies hanging upside down in the air. The men hanging there screamed with every tear of their muscles, bloody flesh pieces being smashed from their bones. Raw blood spilled from their cut vessels, splashing the ground with a cruel red painting.The wild birds had eaten most parts of the three men’s bodies mercilessly. Their painful screaming was echoing like a haunting sound.Iris’s throat tightened, her stomach twisted in nausea. Her trembling hand clapped over her mouth as tears flowed from her eyes while she watched it all from the balcony. Even from that distance, the screams still tore through her heart.They stood their bodyguards wearing hard expressions on their faces, as if the screams were not reaching their hearing glands.Iris couldn’t tear her eyes away from the haunting scene. Her body was frozen in place, as if paralyzed by fear.As the bodyguards formed into a
Author's POV He finally parted from her. Iris’s hands were trembling. She tried to steady herself, saliva lingering on her lips. His intense eyes were on her, making it hard for her to breathe.“I…I want to use the washroom,” she mumbled, her hand pressed against his chest, pushing him away.It was uncomfortable for her as she felt his body on her.She wanted to get away from him. Xavier’s presence was now making her feel suffocated, trapped in his piercing, unyielding gaze.He didn’t say anything as he pulled his body away from her. A small breath of relief left her lips.Her body was aching as she slowly tried to get up, balancing herself. Xavier’s eyes ran over her. In a swift motion, he scooped her into his arms. A gasp left her lips as she looked at Xavier in shock, but he ignored it.She didn’t protest, knowing her resistance was no use here.He walked and pushed the door with his feet, opening a large washroom. Iris’s eyes scanned it as she saw everything screaming power, mone
Author's POVHis lips moved on hers as he sucked harder on it. Her wounded lips burned, a stinging, burning sensation ran through her nerves. Her hand landed on his chest weakly, trying to push him away from her body, but his grip on her head didn’t loosen as he ran his tongue across her lips, cleaning. Finally, he pulled back after giving a peck on her lips.As his eyes found hers, his thumb brushed against her cheek. Iris was drowning in shame, her hand clenched on her lap.Declan’s ferocious eyes were burning through their bodies. Iris could feel the anger rising into the air, making it hard for her to breathe.Xavier ignored Declan as if he wasn’t present there, his eyes stuck on Iris, as she was the only person who mattered to him.Ice settled in her veins as Iris felt Declan’s piercing gaze on her back.Declan’s hands tightened at his wrists as his knuckles turned white from the pressure. In his life, he had never been disrespected like this….never in his whole life.And nev







