LOGINArdonis’ point of view.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the cold expanse of my penthouse. Nyra followed me out, with nervous steps, as if her presence was unwelcome. The wedding had been a spectacle, every forced smile she gave the cameras, every polite nod she gave my associates, was all a lie that I paid for.
“Home sweet fucking home” I groan.
I don’t spare her a glance as I head down the hallway and finally into my bedroom. The lights were low and the king-sized bed was laid neatly to perfection. I turned to her. Her wide green eyes were fixed on me, a look of fear I’d grown tired of seeing swam in them.
“Take your dress off”, I ordered. My voice flat, devoid of any warmth.
She flinched but didn’t argue. With trembling fingers, she went to the back of her dress. The white fabric whispered as it slid down her body, pooling at her feet leaving her in nothing but a set of lacy white bra and panties.
I took her hand and led her to the bed; she lay down stiffly looking like a sacrificial lamb. This was the part I have been dreading, touching her. But it was necessary, a biological procedure. I knelt on the bed, parting her legs with my hands. Her breath hitched. I ignored it, leaning down and pressing my mouth against her core.
She tasted clean and pure. I spread her folds with my thumbs, my tongue finding the sensitive nub of her clit. I sucked, hard, knowing the reaction that would cause. Her body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. Good. A response meant arousal and arousal meant a higher chance of conception.
I worked her methodically, licking upwards of her cunt to her stomach, my mouth finding the tight peak of her nipple. I bit down gently, then soothed it with my tongue, feeling her body arch beneath me. A shudder ran through her and she let out a soft cry. She orgasmed. One box ticked.
I slid a finger into her, then two, feeling the tight unyielding barrier of her. She tensed, a whimper of pain escaping her.
“Please”, she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Be gentle. I’ve never done this before.”
I ignore her and scissored my fingers inside her. Stretching her, preparing her. It was a matter of efficiency. When she was sufficiently slick and widened, I rose and unfastened my trousers, freeing my cock. It was a tool, nothing more.
“Look at me”, I command. “I want you to look at me when I take you.
I positioned myself between her legs and drove into her with one sharp thrust. as I tore through the barrier of her innocence, she cried out, a raw pained sound that grated on my nerves.
I felt her tear, as the brief resistance of her virginity gives way. I set a hard, fast rhythm. My only goal was release, to deposit my seed and be done with it. I watched her face turn to the side a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. Pathetic. I closed my eyes, focusing on the friction, on the end goal. Finally, my own orgasm hit, a wave of pleasure that was more relief than ecstasy. I came deep inside her, then pulled out.
The sound of her silent tears filled the room. I stood, putting on my clothes without a backwards glance. Without a word, I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me and leaving her inside. I make way to my home office.
In my office, the silence was a balm. I poured myself a stiff drink, the whiskey relaxing my tense muscles. I pulled out my phone and dialed Elara’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Well?” she purred. “How was the wedding night husband? Did you enjoy deflowering your little bride?” her tone was smug, amused.
I downed the rest of my drink in one go. “It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do,” I said, my voice low and tight. “She just lay there crying. It was like fucking a corpse.”
Elara laughed a low husky sound. “Poor baby. But you did what you had to do for us. For our future.”
“I had to.” I confirmed, staring out the window into the city lights. “The sooner she gets pregnant, the sooner I can serve her the divorce papers. I can’t wait to be done with her.”
She laughed softly, the type that turns me on. “You sound bored. Good thing I’m here to…...liven things up. How soon until you come to me?”
I stared out the window into the night. “Soon. My love. I tire of pretending. She’s fragile. I miss being with someone who understands who I am.”
“Someone who wants what you are.” She said, then lowered her voice. “You’ll come back to me, won’t you? After you’ve done your duty?”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “I can’t wait to be with you again. To feel your warm….” I cut myself off, tightening my eyes. “To feel all of you.”
A brief silence floated between us before she spoke again.
“Just remember Ardonis…. The clan sees everything. Your marriage is not the only thing they are watching.”
“I know the consequences.”
She hummed. “Good. Because if you forget…well, your uncle’s warning wasn’t a suggestion.”
And just like that the memory crashed into me.
I stood before my uncle, high lord Marcus, inside the ancient stone chambers of our clan hall. Torches flickering along the walls.
His deep voice boomed along the aged walls “You are the last of your line Ardonis. In the past decade, we have lost three of our strongest males to this disease.” He pauses then continues. “They’re targeting us. At first, they say they want to make peace with us but now, they turn around to stab us in the back. Slowly killing us off one by one.”
I remained silent.
Marcus leaned forward, laying his cold grip on my shoulder. “Whether you love her or not is irrelevant. You will marry. You will breed. Our bloodline must survive.”
I don’t flinch.
“If you die without an heir, our enemies win. If Elara can’t give you one, then you will find another woman. Do what you must.”
I inhaled deeply as I come back to the present.
“I haven’t forgotten,” I murmured into the phone.
“Good.” Her voice sharpened. “Then don’t get distracted by her tears.”
I clenched my jaw. “I won’t.”
I ended the call without another word.
Outside my study, I could still hear the faint echo of her tears. And for a single fleeting moment……
No….. I just need a child, and I’m done with her forever.
Nyra’s point of view.We grabbed a boat and headed for town due to Ardonis’ claim that he “Knew a guy.’ The boat ride into town was a stark contrast to our peaceful island. The port was a chaotic scene of shouting men, screeching gulls, and the constant rumble of engines. There must be at least a hundred boats lined here. Ardonis expertly guided the boat into a crowded slip, his movements sure and confident. He grabbed a large, black duffel bag from under the console, and I couldn't help but wonder what, exactly, he had brought with him. It was heavy, that much was clear.He led me through a maze of narrow, winding streets, the air thick with the smell of diesel, fish, and spices. We stopped in front of a dingy, unmarked office building, the kind of place you'd never look at twice."The man we're meeting, Younis” Ardonis said in a low voice, his eyes scanning the street, "is the top supplier of medical supplies to underworld doctors. The kind who work exclusively for drug lords, maf
Ardonis point of view.As I hauled the last of the broken metal slabs into the disposal pile, my muscles burned with a satisfying strain. Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my arm, I watched Nyra's retreating back. What the hell was that? One minute we were working together like a well-oiled machine, her barking orders and me and Jorge following them, the next she was running away like there was a fire.Things had been... good. Easy. The banter, the shared work, the quiet moments. I thought we were finally finding a rhythm that wasn't weighed down by our past. But all of a sudden, her mood changed. I wonder why?Curiosity, and something else I wouldn't name, pulled me away from the wreckage. I found her at the outdoor tap by the side of the main house, her back to me. She was splashing cool water on her arms and face, trying to wash away the grime and frustration of the day. Her thin shirt was damp with sweat and water, clinging to the curves of her back and shoulders in
Nyra’s point of view.I’m woken up by the guttural roar of a diesel engine and the screech of grinding metal. My eyes snapped open. Ardonis was already awake beside me, blinking in the dim light, his expression confused. The jacket he'd given me was still draped over my shoulders."What is that?" I murmured.A loud CRUNCH echoed from the lab, followed by the groan of stressed steel. Ardonis got on his feet in an instant, moving to the shelter door and pulling it open. The main lab was a disaster. Sunlight streamed through a massive hole in the roof where a giant, old tree, had crashed through.Its trunk and branches had completely destroyed the workstations and shattered equipment. And there, standing in the middle of the devastation, was Jorge, expertly maneuvering the arm of a small excavator, pushing the splintered remains of the tree away from the mangled lab door.I went up to meet Ardonis my hand flying to my mouth. "Oh my goodness," I breathed. "What a mess."Everywhere smelled
Ardonis’ point of view.The next few days fell into a rhythm of work and quiet companionship. We spent hours in the lab, with her testing everything possibly testable. She does not like to leave rooms for mistakes. I found a strange peace in it, being the subject of her singular focus. It was the one place where the world, with its betrayals and complications, couldn't touch us.Tonight, we were deep into it testing my bloodwork for the third time this week.When without warning, a huge bolt of lightning, thundered in the sky.Nyra froze, her head snapping up from the microscope. "What was that?"Another deafening crack of thunder shook the entire building, and the lights flickered violently before dying, plunging us into darkness, save for the emergency backup lighting that cast long, eerie shadows. The wind began to howl, a furious, screaming beast that rattled the windows and tore at the walls of the lab."A storm must have moved in fast," I said, my voice calm as I moved towards
Nyra’s point of view.The boat ride back was filled with the lingering energy and excitement of our small adventure. Ardonis carried the massive tuna like it was a loaf of bread, and I couldn't help but watch the easy way his muscles bunched and shifted under his shirt. When we reached the dock, Olga was there to greet us, her eyes widening at the sight of our catch."Madre de Dios!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her cheeks. "Jorge, you have outdone yourself!""It wasn't me," Jorge said, a proud grin on his face as he gestured to Ardonis. "It was Mr. Ardonis."Olga looked from Ardonis to the fish and back again, her expression a mixture of awe and delight. "I will cook this for you tonight. A feast!""That sounds wonderful," I said, a genuine smile on my face. "I'm just going to take a quick shower. I feel... filthy."I escaped to my room, the promise of hot water pulling me. The steam filled the large bathroom, fogging the glass as I stepped under the spray. The water flowed ove
Ardonis’ point of view.After the assessment was finished, I felt a strange sense of lightness. The decision was made. The fear was still there, but it was no longer paralyzing. It was just... a fact. A risk I had chosen to take.Jorge was waiting for me by the door to the lab as I stepped out, pulling my shirt back on. "The boat is ready, Mr. Ardonis," he said with a respectful nod. "Thought I might do some fishing before the sun gets too high."I turned back to look at Nyra, who was sanitizing her instruments with a focused intensity. "Jorge and I are going fishing," I said. "You should join. Get out of this lab for a few hours."She didn't even look up. "I have work to do.""Nyra," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "The work will be there in two hours. You need a break. You're not a machine."She finally stopped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She let out a sigh, then looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Fine," she said. "I'll go."A short while later, w







