Semua Bab My mate is my enemy : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable.Zara sat beside me, her hands resting lightly on her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. The soft lights from passing streets reflected off the diamond chain around her neck it looked like stardust resting against her skin.I couldn’t stop stealing glances.She was... breathtaking. And not in the overused, shallow sense. I mean it in the kind of way that makes you forget how to breathe for a second. Her dress simple but elegant hugged her frame like it was made just for her. Her hair was swept into a loose bun, a few strands brushing her face just right. And her scent Goddess it messed with my head.She didn’t say much. But I noticed how her fingers fidgeted slightly, betraying her nerves. I wanted to say something to reassure her. But for once, I didn’t know how to speak without sounding like a fool.Instead, I just watched her. Her profile, calm and composed, was illuminated every few seconds by the glow of passing lights. She didn’t re

Before I could blink, Savik grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed me hard against the wall. A sharp, blinding pain shot through me like lightning. I couldn’t think straight. “You’re bad at everything!” he snapped, breathing heavily. “You’re just useless. A waste of time. So you couldn’t kill the damn man—all you do is f**k him! and you dear to talk back at me?” I felt disgusted know it's my own bother that's saying this things to me.His words hit harder than the wall. My heart dropped. My skin turned ice cold.His grip tightened, yanking my head back. I cried out in pain, tears stinging my eyes as I was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were full of something dark and vicious—pure rage. Then I saw it.Something shiny.He pulled it from under his coat—a gun.A cold, black gun.The moment he pressed the barrel against my cheek, my whole body froze. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. My entire body turned into stone. The touch of the metal was like death itself whispering in my ear

Vulvan's pov.woman here was driving me crazy. Every time we hit a speed bump, she would bounce—her hips pressing hard against my growing bulge. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress, right there in full display, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I loved the view. The car had an inbuilt divider separating the driver from the back seat. I wouldn’t want another man staring at what was mine.The car came to a halt, finally indicating we were home. I took off my suit jacket and used it to cover her exposed chest. It took a bit of effort to adjust it right to make sure she was decently covered before we stepped out.“Hold on tight,” I told her as I placed my hand on her tummy. She let out a painful groan, but it wasn’t too loud. I didn’t think much of it—maybe she was exaggerating. Drunk people do that a lot.As soon as we entered, we were met by Dax. He had a smirk on his face.“Oh hey Dax!” she screamed, loud and clear—right into my ear. I turned to glare at her. Why

I turned to look at him with teary eyes, hoping he’d have mercy. But it only made his smirk grow deeper. It gave him more reason.Spank!His hand came in contact with my skin—harder this time—leaving a sting like the rest. It was just spanking. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I became a crying mess. I felt violated. Treated like a child being punished.“Please, I…” my voice cracked.“Does it hurt?” he asked, placing his hand on my neck and turning my face toward him.“Yes, please just stop. It’s hurting really bad.”“Good,” he said coldly. “That’s what I want to hear. I’m not halfway done with you yet. Begging me is just a waste of time.”I adjusted myself on him, barely able to sit properly. “How many are you planning on giving me?” I asked the one question that had been lurking in my mind.He adjusted himself too, holding me steady with firm hands.“Hmmm… it depends,” he said thoughtfully. “I guess… as many as my heart wishes—until I’m satisfied.”I wiped the tears streaming down

Vulvan's pov.She froze for a second before ignoring me. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Vulvan.”I stood, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face me. The towel slipped slightly. My breath caught.She glared at me, chest heaving, lips trembling. But not from fear. From rage. From the maddening confusion I planted in her heart.“You don’t get to decide when the game ends, Zara. Only I do.”She snatched her hand away and stepped back. “You keep pushing, and one day I’ll push back hard enough you won’t like it.”I smirked, stepping forward again. “Good. Fight me. Push me. Scream at me. Just don’t ignore me.”She blinked. Her breath hitched.I leaned in, voice dropping, “I don’t want your silence, Zara. I want your screams. I want your curses. Your fists if it comes to that. Anything but silence.”“Why?” she snapped. “So you can feel powerful? So you can control me like some puppet? I said I was sorry, Vulvan. You’ve punished me enough. How much m