Semua Bab Serpentine Desires : Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Found you, ptichka," he whispered. "Now it's time to play."For the first time, his eyes focused and not wavering, and I realised he was not blind. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, making the fear pound even harder in my chest.This… this couldn’t be possible. How could it be...My lips parted as I looked at him in utter disbelief and startling shock. “This-“His blade pressed against my neck harder and I winced taking in a shuddering breath.His eyes whirled in darkness, like a storm ready to strike me."You make any sound," he warned in a low menacing growl, "I have plenty of ways to shut you up."I swallowed as he pressed the blade deeper, and I winced at the sting. He was towering over me, his body looming like a dark, menacing shadow. His knees were pinning my legs down, and his free hand gripped my wrist, holding it painfully against the floor.I looked around, hoping someone would

It felt surreal, too bizarre. I hadn’t expected Judas to let me go, or even let Kyle drive me to the dorms. Throughout the ride, I was staring out the window. What do I do now? How was I going to escape from this damn country in four days? Something about him told me he wasn’t bluffing when he said he would drag me back to him if I defy him.And I didn’t know what was I to do anymore. I was out of the options.No legal authorities could save me, and I feared that anything higher than him existed.Did that mean I had to sleep with him?I shivered.No, no, no.I’d think of something. Where there was a will, there was a way, right?Why was I even considering to sleep with him? That man was a psycho on the run. I had no resources, no alliances and no one I could trust. Should I take Ivan’s help? No. Not him. Trusting Ivan felt like jumping from the frying pan into the fire.Kyle pulled up in front of t

I gulped.Didn’t Kyle say he’d pick me up? What was this psycho doing here? He shouldn’t be here.I swallowed again, but my mouth was dry, so it didn’t soothe the itchiness lodged in my throat. I did not reply. I just couldn’t. Eyes were staring at me. People around me were gasping, some even pulled out their phones and I heard the haunting sounds of cameras clicking.“What is she doing with him?”“Why is she with him?”Of course, people would question when their beloved bachelor would be found hugging a girl in front of the university. Some unknown, good-for-nothing girl. A desperate girl who sold her soul to the devil just for money. They would gossip. Make me the guilty one. No one would believe me.Breath caught in my lungs. No escape. Trapped in his arms. It was a vortex of despair.The cold hands were strangely warm as the hold tightened and I flinched as his fingers dug into my waist and I was abruptly turned around. Eyes bore into my soul, stripping away the facade. Judging. C

Embarrassed and scared, I stashed the burnt veggies into the dustbin and eyed the remaining stock. There wasn’t much left now after over-cooking the soup four times in a row. I had a shameful confession to make: I did not know how to cook. In my defence, my mother never bothered to teach me, or simply, I never wished to learn. I could do other chores though—washing, laundry, cleaning, mopping, or even repainting the whole house—but cooking? I couldn’t fix a sandwich to save my life.And now, I was saving my life.If this kept up, I hardly thought Judas would let me leave after emptying his fridge and ruining three of his pots.Heaving a defeated sigh, I shook my head in frustration. Cook? What the hell did he want me to cook? Or better, why did he want me to cook? What games he was playing now?Whatever it was, I was glad he wasn’t forcing me or placing his unwelcome lips on mine. His touch infuriated me. My knee-jerk reaction was to kneel him into his precious jewels and scratch his

I woke up with a pounding head and confusion. For a second I couldn’t recognise where I was.Blinking against the haziness, the room slowly came into focus. My thoughts scattered like shards of glass, and cut deeper into my pounding skull. The scent of oud and sandalwood—though faint, yet unmistakable—had me have a mini heart attack.Judas.My pulse quickened and panic threaded through the fog. Heavy curtains were draped over the windows and I realised the room heating system was on.I tried to sit up, but the dizziness pulled me back, pinning me to the bed. The events leading up to this moment were a blur, fragmented images that refused to piece together. How did I end up here? What happened?My fingers curled into the soft sheets as I fought to reclaim my scattered thoughts.And then my eyes widened, heart stuttering as I threw off the thick blanket in a panic. Goodness gracious.That bastard.I stared down at myself, horror flooding my veins. He hadn’t even bothered to put my jeans