LOGINZerina's point of view I was still trying to compare their distinct features. I didn't even realize I was staring that hard until, suddenly, the man behind me slid his hands to my waist, pulling my attention back to him. My heart jumped. "Stop looking at him like that, little one," he whispered close to my ear. "If you keep doing that, I might start thinking you're asking for trouble. And dear wife, this single act makes me want to punish you." The little smile he gave me was almost playful, but it still sent a warm shiver down my spine. I didn't know how to answer that. Why would he punish me? "P-punish?" The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I was kind of confused. "But.. didn't you say you'd only.. um.. punish me if I broke those three rules?" Lysander's lips curved slowly, and suddenly his hand came up to cup my face. His thumb brushed my cheek so gently that my breath tangled in my throat. "Zerina, I never said that I will punish you if you don't ob
Author’s point of view What? They grew up here? Together? Zerina was amazed. It kind of made sense in a way she still couldn't understand. The house looked so ancient like it existed since the 1800's. Or did their parents just build it this way? Was it their taste? And come to think of it...what about their parents? Where were they? Are they dead? A thousand and one question bubbled in her head and as if Lysander knew…the man released a low breath, glaring intensely at his brother for spitting something like that out while Darkling just kept eating without even glancing at him again. He only looked up to smile playfully at the curious Zerina. The room shifted just a little— like the air tightened between the two men. Zerina felt it immediately. It wasn't just the sharp kind of tension. It was quieter, heavier like two storms sitting across from each other. And somehow, Mrs. Aveline's warnings about Darkling only made the weight on Zerina's chest grow stronger. Yet at the
Zerina's point of view My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the plate. His face, which had been calm moments ago, had tightened into something colder. His eyes burned with that terrifying, icy glow I'd come to recognize means he was done being patient. "Now , Zerina!" I swallowed hard and pushed myself up and walked closer to him. His gaze never left me. Every step felt like I was walking towards a storm. When I reached his side, he caught my hand without hesitation... warm fingers wrapping around mine, firm, commanding — and he gently pulled me onto his laps. Yes. His laps again. I froze, halfway perched on his thigh, not even sure how to breathe anymore. I expected him to tell me that I should go to my room. But he didn't.. he didn't push me away. He settled me properly on his lap, one strong arm circling my waist to steady me. I stared at him, stunned. "Take your plate, and continue eating. " I was confused. His voice dropped lower, colder and
Author's point of view This little wife... How could she do this to him? How the fuck is she making him lose control? "Zerina, you're unbelievable." He told her, his eyes suddenly intense again. Zerina blinked in confusion. She doesn't know if this is a compliment or a diagnosis. "You poke it once and I can endure it. Twice and I can tolerate it. Multiple times.. and I managed to keep myself in check." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But waking the beast up, little one, means you're playing with fire." He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked with mine. "Do you know the consequences you will bear if I lose control? What in the world were you thinking?" He asked softly, then the corners of his lips lifted just enough to make the girl's lungs collapse. She knew whatever he was about to say next will be something mischievous. “Do you want more, huh, Zerina?” He asked her, caressing her cheeks with his free hand. "Are you so eager to touch it direct
WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY.Zerina's point of view I turned to look at him.. and I swear what I saw made my heart almost jump out of my chest. Lysander wasn't moving nor was he speaking. He was just lying there... Still, silent. But I felt something was different. He looked.. wrong. No, not wrong. Just.. not like the Lysander I knew. The man who always seemed carved of ice. The Lysander whose expression never cracked. The Lysander whose aura could silence a whole battlefield. Right now, he looked like someone struggling to hold himself together. His forehead glistened. This was real, actual sweat. Beads of it were rolling down his temples as if he had been fighting some invisible demon. My jaw fell open. Was I hallucinating? Or has the mansion's lights suddenly decided to play tricks on me? To make matters worse, his breaths were uneven, too. Deep and slow.. like he was concentrating with eve
WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY.Author's point of view "What do..." Before she could even say anything, Lysander put her hand on his bulge. A series of emotions rushed through Zerina's heart. She was shocked, bewildered, mortified but something else stirred within her— curiosity.Her gaze drifted downward, settling in the front of the man's trousers. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands hovered for a moment before pressing lightly against the big beast. The warmth she felt there surprised her. It slipped through the fabric like there was a hidden ember burning there. She poked gently with her fingertip, right at the center. The beast jumped, a twitch that made her gasp softly. "I understand that this is your first time coming in contact with a dic.. I mean this sort of creature. It would be best if you use this time to get to know this little beast, to familiarize yourself with it. I see you're curious, Z







