Something.. More

Serafina's POV

[A Hotel Suite | Night]

If someone told me this would happen, I would've laughed.

I would've laughed at the thought of me, Serafina, leaving my husband, Roderick, on the altar. Laughed at the fact that he got taken into an ambulance and I didn't care.

Laughed so fucking much at a prediction that Roderick and Vittoria would betray me.

But currently, there was nothing funny, because everything was true.

Roderick and Vittoria deceived and killed me and Papà and Mamà three years from now.

Somehow – by some miracle, I came back to the past.

I was reborn. I was vengeful.

A newly wedded wife should be by her husband. But I was no wife to Roderick.

Ew.

I never spared the diamond wedding ring a glance after I placed it to the side.

I wouldn't throw it away either – it would serve as a reminder. A reminder for me to lock in and fucking screw that duo up.

I planned to do so in the most twisted way possible, so I started from a single file.

Before I got married to Roderick back then, Papà schooled me about the Seven Deadly Sins.

He wanted me as his successor. His heiress. Oh, only if he knew I ended up becoming his killer.

My chest tightened at the memories of that night years from now.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them.

I knew my parents were alive and well. 

I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now.

I got to work immediately.

Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown.

"Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files.

I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content.

The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. 

I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. And Lust. All had names and pictures I didn't care to memorize.

But the Sin of Pride had nothing. There were records of their operations, and my brows dipped.

Was this an error?

"No" I hushed, then flipped to the previous pages.

This time, I looked carefully until my lips parted in surprise.

In every operation, the Sin of Pride was involved. 

They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it. 

Pride helped, and it instantly clicked.

Could this Sin be their leader?

Papà once said they had no leader—but someone was more powerful. More influential.

I didn't drop the file but swayed slowly to the full-bodied mirror.

I stood there, studying my own body gradually. 

With a simple head tilt, a tiny dot could be seen on my left cheek.

With a slight hand raise, more dark dots rested on my fingers.

Then I lowered my gaze and dragged my gown. My thighs had more dark dots, and I clenched my jaw.

"This was real" I mumbled, my attention crawling back up.

I stared at my reflection for a bit, then faced the file.

Again, I looked at the last part – the empty part – then smirked.

"I need to find the Sin of Pride" Determination coated my voice.

To ruin my sister and, as much as I hated to say it, my husband, I needed Pride. But how?

★

[The Hotel Bar]

I tried to swallow the urge to call my parents.

So, I kept gulping down more shots of vodka than I could count.

"Again!" I demanded, slamming my glass on the counter.

I didn't look up at the bartender as he poured. I nursed my glass, letting the amber liquid blur my thoughts.

"I wanna call Mamà" Still, I mumbled, my words slurring.

I needed something stronger to push my guilt away. I needed it so bad unless I'd never go to them.

Urgh, how I hate this.

"What a drag" I sighed out, forcing myself to stay hunched on the stool.

The bar was barely noisy, and slow songs played. Right.

This was a bar at a five star hotel, of course no one could walk up to a drunk woman willy nilly.

I thought so until I felt a presence besides me.

I didn't turn even though the scent of ceder filled my nostrils.

With my vision already blurry, and my limbs, heavy,I swirled on the stool, ready to leave.

"My, what an unappreciative Bride you are" A low, velvety voice stopped me.

I paused, then spun slowly. First, I saw a chest tucked in a fine suit that glimmered in the dim.

Then I lifted my head, gaze crawling past the sharp jawline, full lips and slightly crooked nose.

Finally, I stopped as I now stared at grey eyes. They were as sharp as blades, and I blinked.

This man was .. handsome. He was dangerously good looking and he knew it.

"What did you just say?" I whispered, head still tilted.

"What did you hear, Miss Tipsy?" He whispered back, and I felt goosebumps pepper my skin.

Okay, my mind was fuzzy but not dumb - there was something eerie about this man.

So why did I foolishly open my mouth and keep talking to him?

"I'm not tipsy."

"But you are" His tongue was as sharp as his eyes.

Then he lesned in, and my bones tensed. I felt cold radiate from him, and I shifted.

He paused, lips curling into something uncommonly sinful. Into a smirk.

"You're drunk"

"No" I said firmly, my nose scrunching. 

"I'm just trying to.. forget"

Again, I sighed, my shoulders dropping. 

Truly, I tried to stop myself from thinking about Papà and Mamà. Stop myself from the guilt. The rage. The pain. The bitterness of it all.

"Alcohol is a great memory wiper" I hushed, letting my gaze drop to my glass.

"Wrong"

I could swear a chill ran down my spine.

When I looked up, he was close. Too close, and his dark hair shone.

"It's a great wiper when accompanied by something more"

I didn't try to move away as his breath fanned my face. After some seconds, I met his grey orbs then smirked.

“Oh. Serafine would like to know what exactly is this ‘more’..”

He cocked his head a bit, his nose brushing mine. 

“Aleskander will be more than happy to show you”

*

More stood for sex. 

I knew that of course, so when my back slammed against the door of my suite, I gripped tighter to his bugling biceps.

I had no idea when we left the bar. Or when he claimed my lips. Or when I lost my clothes.

I only realized what was happening when he broke the kiss.

My vision swam, and finally dipped onto his muscular back that glistened.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned at something warm against my middle.

I tried to move back but bigger hands gripped my thighs. They pulled me straight into something hot. Unholy.

Something known as his mouth.

He dragged his tongue from my folds to my clit then began the teasing.

"Shitt! Oh ..!" I cried out, arching so much until his head disappeared between my thighs.

I believed I saw stars then the fucking moon when he plunged two fingers into me.

He kissed, licked, tongued my pussy. He set a fire within me, and every inch of me burnt.

"I'm bout to cum!" I cried out, tears rolling out of my eyes like juices from my middle.

Then he paused.

I gasped sharply, watching this handsome stranger tower over me.

His face was slick. Not with sweat but my juices, and my insides clenched.

"You're about to what?" He asked, and his husky voice made me puslate.

He leaned in until something long and hard rode against my pussy.

"Just put it in already!" I heaved, trying to get a glimpse.

But his hand caught my hair. I winced as he yanked it back.

Those blade like eyes cut through me, exposing my raw, needy desires.

He lowered his face until his lips found my breasts. My nipples stood erect, twitching and begging to be sucked.

They begged, and he..he tortured them. 

His long pink tongue snaked out but never - never curled around them.

"Say it nicely, Serafina"

How the fuck could I say anything when he dragged his tongue against my nipple?

I shivered endlessly as he licked all the way to my collarbone.

"P-put it in, p-please!" I whimpered, clenching my hands to his hair.

He kept sinking in, and his coated cock pressed my opening.

I knew my wetness had soaked his boxers. I tried to grind against him, but he clasped down on my thigh.

"Aleskander!" I cried out, pain, need and pleasure shooting through my veins.

Aleskander placed kisses all over my collarbone. My chin. Then finally my lips.

We held eyes as he shoved his tongue in me. I tasted myself and my eyes rolled.

"Please Aleskander. Please!" I begged through blurry vision, and he smirked before capturing my lips again.

~

[Next Morning]

I woke up with a start, sheets tangled around my limbs, heart hammering like a mad thing.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. My body still buzzed from last night, from the heat, the fire, the… Aleskander.

He wasn’t there.

Panic prickled at my skin. 

My chest rose and fell too fast as I scanned the room. I stupidly expected him to be leaning lazily against the wall, smirking like he owned me already.

Well, he treated me like his last night. 

But he wasn't around but something else was. A tiny necklace. 

I palmed the sheets to myself as I moved closer to it. 

Soon, the pendant gleamed in my hand and I curved my brows deeply. 

"This looks familiar" I mumbled, watching it dangle. 

Its engraving were strange, and very hard to read. Wait... They were hard to read just like that signature! 

Immediately, I scrambled out of bed. I didn't mind how my body or my middle ached. 

I rushed straight to the centre table then fell on it. I scrambled for the file, and with a quick flip, I sighted the signature in between a report. 

No.. no fucking way. 

Every nerve in my body screamed so much I slumped on the floor, shoulders sagging. 

Aleskander was the Sin of Pride. 

That was him. The one behind the operations, the one stronger than any of the other Sins. The one nobody even dared speak about.

The one I just had a nightstand with!?