When love hurts

Kiana's Pov:

The moonlight shone through the open window of this penthouse, the room smelt like a mixture of sandalwood and expensive cologne as my body ached badly on Maddox's luxurious bed.

The scene from a moment ago couldn't leave my mind, the way that innocent boy stood in and begged on my behalf even though he had no idea why I was being treated like that.

He was such a sweet soul for being brave enough to fight Maddox. Only if he knew what I did, only if he knew how miserable my life was…he wouldn't have gotten himself involved either.

This was just a normal routine for someone like me who yearns for love like how a vampire yearns for blood.

Anytime he senses a boy around me or even a flicker of interest in me, that's when his beast comes out. And the only way he could keep me grounded was to punish me even if he had to involve his friends.

My body was weak and sore but he still insisted on taking me tonight. After all the pain he has put me through, his gaze never showed me a flicker of sympathy. It was as if he was doing me a favor for keeping me by his side.

But I had no choice, not when I was down to earth for him. Not when my wolf screams for his touch, his love and very existence.

Maybe this is how it should be, I will be the one to love him, care for him and be his anchor no matter how beastly he could be. This is my fate, and I hope he'll one day show me some love and treat me with care.

Then suddenly, the mattress dipped beneath his weight, dragging me back to the present.

His hand seized both my wrists, and pinned them above my head against the sheets in a swift motion.

Then he leaned in, his lips hovering above mine and whispered in a dark husky tone.

”Did you enjoy making me the villain in front of the boy? Was it all that you wished for when you opened your darn mouth to shout for help.”

I shook my head slowly, my gaze locked on his. Words refused to form; my mouth felt heavy, as if thinking itself had frozen. As everything else—my breath, heartbeat and the world faded into a blur.

He instinctively tightens his grip on my wrist then sticks his tongue out to lick my lower lips without kissing or biting it.

Then in a teasing and daring tone he purred between licks.” Tonight I'm going to let you pay for all the energy and time I've spent on you.”

Before he moved his lips to my temple and grazed my skin, hard and unrelenting, trailing rough kisses down the curve of my neck.

My breath caught in my throat, torn between the sting of pain and the ache of longing.His grip was unyielding, as his strength forced me into stillness.

He lowered his face, his breath hot against my skin, and pressed his mouth to the hollow of my throat. His kisses were rough, biting—marking me like territory rather than showing affection.

My body tensed, but my wolf stirred wildly inside me, clawing for more, aching for what only he could give.

“Look at you,” he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive curve before dragging slowly upward to my ear. “Weak, broken… and still craving me.”

I swallowed hard, shivering as his tongue traced the edge of my jaw. His free hand slid down the side of my body, pausing at my waist as he squeezed possessively as though I were nothing but his to claim.

“Maddox…” I whispered, my voice trembling, though I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or need.

He stared at me dead in the eye for a second, then smirked against my skin, biting down just enough to make me gasp. “Say it again,” he ordered, under his breath.

“M–Maddox…” I whispered softly, aching badly into his touch.

Then his lips crashed back to mine, hard and demanding, swallowing the sound of my surrender.

His hand left my waist only to roam lower, exploring, teasing, reminding me that no matter how much pain lingered in my body, my wolf’s desire for him burned hotter still.

Pinned beneath him, I hated myself for the way my heart raced, for the way heat pooled low in my stomach despite knowing this wasn’t love but possession.

And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from arching into his touch every single second.

Maddox’s smirk deepened as if he could read the betrayal of my body. Then took his lips to my chest and began sucking desperately.

As he still kept my wrists locked above my head, holding me effortlessly with one hand, reminding me how powerless I was beneath him.

“See?” he breathed against my ear, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Your body knows who owns it.”

Then his lips returned to my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving trails of fire across my skin. I bit back a whimper, but he caught it and laughed darkly before crashing his mouth over mine again. His kiss was deep, consuming, a demand rather than a gift.

Slowly and agonizingly, his hand teased the hem of my clothes, sliding under fabric to find bare skin. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, pausing just short of where I needed him most. I writhed, unable to stop myself, torn between shame and desire.

“Beg for it,” he murmured, his lips brushing my cheek as his fingers hovered maddeningly close to my heat.

I shook my head, but a choked sound caught in my throat. But the ache inside me betrayed me, my hips rose helplessly to meet his touch.

And that did it, he groaned softly with a satisfied face and licked my lower lips whilst choking me with his hand.

“Mhmm, I can't breathe.” I whimpered under my breath between kisses, trying to free myself from how tight his grip was on my throat.

“Uh-uh, trying to free yourself kiki?”he breathed, as his eyes darkly dared me to say a word. But I didn't, and that made him finally take his hands off my throat.

But that hand went straight downwards to part my legs wider before finally pushing in with one deep thrust.

A breathless moan escaped my lips. And as my back arched, my wolf clawed at me from within, desperate for more.

Maddox’s pace was deliberately slow but controlling—forcing me to feel every movement as his cock stirred and teased my hormones from inside until my breath came in shallow, uneven bursts.

Every slide of his waist was daring but gentle,drawing me higher and dragging me into a haze where pain, shame, and pleasure tangled until I couldn’t separate them anymore.

His grip on my wrists never loosened, holding me in place as if reminding me that I belonged only to him.

“Maddox…” I whispered again, but it came out more like a moan, my voice breaking under the rhythm of his body against mine.

His smirk never faded as his pace deepened, each stroke hitting harder, dragging my wolf into a frenzy.

The coil inside me wound tighter, tighter—until I was trembling, my breath coming in desperate cries I could no longer control.

“Say it,” he growled into my ear, his teeth grazing the shell. “Say who you belong to.”

“You…” I gasped, my back arching helplessly. “I… I belong to you Maddox.”

That was all he needed. With a final punishing thrust, Maddox groaned low in his throat, his release crashing into me as mine tore free with a cry I couldn’t hold back.

My body shook, the pleasure bursting through me so fiercely it drowned out the shame and the pain, leaving only raw surrender.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but our ragged breaths, the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets, and the undeniable truth of what had just happened.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, then without sparing me a single glance, Maddox dragged the blanket over himself and sank into the mattress.

For a fleeting moment, I let myself imagine this closeness meant something—that maybe, just maybe, he would finally hold me.

But his next words cut through me like a blade.

“This…” His voice was low and sharp.“This was just one of my mistakes, so don’t read the meaning into it, Kiana..don’t you dare think this is love.”

My heart stuttered, the fragile warmth inside me shattering.How long will he always call every sex between us a mistake? How long will he possibly recognize my sacrifices?

I turned to him, my throat tightening as I searched his face for even a flicker of softness but there was none.

“Maddox… then tell me something.” My voice trembled. “When the full moon comes, will you attend the mating ceremony? Will you… accept me as your mate if the bond chooses us?”

His jaw flexed, his eyes dark and unyielding as they finally met mine.

“No.” The word fell from his lips like stone. “No matter what you do, Kiana, you’ll never be the girl I want. You’ll never be the one I love. Even if fate itself ties us, I won’t accept you.” he replied.

The air in my lungs left in a rush, my chest aching as though he’d ripped something vital from me.

Tears blurred my vision, but he’d already swung his legs over the bed, tugging on his pants with the same cold detachment as if nothing had happened between us.

He paused at the door, his back to me and muttered."You can leave… or stay tonight. I don’t care,but make sure I never see you near that boy Jeremy again.”

Then the door slammed shut behind him, leaving me crushed in the silence. My sobs broke free, loud and ragged, echoing against the walls of the penthouse.

“Why?” I screamed at the empty room, my fists pounding weakly against the sheets. “Why do you treat me like this? Why do you break me, and still keep me here?”

“I've endured all the pain, torment and torture for your sake—but yet, you shut me out every single time.”

But there was no answer—only the sound of my own cries, and the hollow ache of a love that was never returned.