Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

I was expecting to see the furious face I’d always known. I expected a raised dagger, a weapon—anything aimed at my throat to finish what she had sworn to do.But instead…I saw her tear-filled face staring down at me.“Titan… please… please don’t die on me…”I cursed inwardly.That stupid name again.The world dimmed at the edges, like someone was slowly pulling a curtain over my sight.I tried hard not to let the darkness consume me.If I was going to die, it wouldn’t be while she stood over me, watching and pretending to care.My fingers curled weakly against the sheets, but there was no strength behind it.Fuck it all…“Titan… hang on… I will call someone for you, okay?”Her voice cracked like she was really panicking.She must’ve been such a wonderful actress.Because that voice wasn’t the sharp, venom-laced voice I remembered.This one… broke.I forced my eyes open, just a slit.But my vision was blurry and unstable.Then I looked at her again—there weren’t three of her this tim

The silence stretched between us. I continued. “You think me as some weakling who needs their little cousin to decide who gets close to him? I built this empire with blood and fire while you were still learning how to hold a blade. I don’t need protection from her.” Venom’s jaw clenched. She crossed her arms, the leather of her jacket creaking softly. “You’re not that Zayne everyone fears right now,” she shot back. “From all you said, you are more like Titan. Because that Vince's bitch was planted right here to distract you. I won’t stand by and watch you throw everything away for some fantasy version of a girl who used to be your lover and then give her a chance to stab you in the back.” I laughed. It came out rough, broken by a cough that sent fresh fire racing through my ribs. The pain made my vision blur for a second, but I didn’t let it show. “Stab me in the back? You think she will stab me in the back instead of the front?” “You know what I meant, Zayne.” “And

I had carried Aria the entire way, yet she didn't even wake up or stir in her sleep. A deep sleeper wasn't something she was. As a trainee assassin, I expected her to wake up the moment I touched her, but she didn't. It made me stupidly happy to carry her in my arms while she rested without fighting back and cursing at me during training. When I got to my room, I lowered her onto the wide bed with a care I hadn’t known I still possessed, tucking the blanket around her shoulders before stepping back to stare at her. Wondering how long before she gets the job done. While waiting for her to wake up, I reached for a bottle of whiskey from my wine rack and poured a generous amount. I drank until my chest was on fire and I had to take a rest. My eyes were on her again. A lot of things stormed through my head. If she wakes up and sees me dead drunk, maybe it could quicken the process. *Pathetic.* Zayne Bloodfang waiting to be killed while offering himself willingly? Venom was ri

I looked back at her and finally met her eyes. Her eyes widened and another smile broke through her tears. “Could it be… you’ve finally come back to me? I knew it. Deep down, you’ve always been Titan. The one who protects, hates fights and chaos. The one who always treats me like I am precious to him.” I let out a harsh, broken scoff that scraped my throat raw. *Enough of this drama.* “Do you hate me so much…” My voice cracked, thick with pain and whiskey. “Do you hate me so fucking much that you’d throw away every piece of your real self just to get me killed? I know what you are — a focused, ruthless woman who will do anything, sacrifice anything, to finish the job. But pretending like this… acting soft and broken and loving… it must be killing you inside. It has to be uncomfortable. Irritating. Exhausting.” I swallowed hard. My vision blurred as hot tears finally spilled over, running down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. “Why not just quit? You’ve already won. As much as

I wasn't listening. My hands were rough, trembling with fury and need as I ripped her dress open, buttons scattering across the floor like gunfire. The fabric of her dress tore under my fingers and I yanked her underwear down her legs in one brutal motion, not caring if they caught on her ankles, until she was naked beneath me. “Stop pretending, or I will fuck the truth out of you in the next minute,” I growled again, voice wrecked, as I shoved my own clothes off. My shirt went flying while my pants and boxers were shoved down just enough to free my cock — already rock-hard, throbbing painfully, the head glistening with precum that smeared across her thigh as I positioned myself between her legs. She gasped, eyes wide, but I didn’t give her time to speak. I gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and then I thrust in with a savage, punishing stroke that buried me to the hilt inside her tight heat. Balls deep. "Ahhhhh!" The sound that tore from my throat was raw, almost pa