Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Kieran's POV: I blinked. “Done what?” “Let someone touch me when I was… like this. So weak and vulnerable." He confessed. My chest tightened. I lifted his hand and kissed the knuckles, one by one. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Especially when you are with me." A flicker of emotion crossed his face like that word struck deeper than he was ready to admit. So I didn’t push. I kissed him again, slower this time. My hands roamed carefully, always mindful of the bandage. I traced the uninjured side of his torso, mapping the curves Every time I touched him, he seemed to breathe easier. His hand slid into my wet hair. His mouth opened under mine. This time, the kiss wasn’t hesitant but hungry. His lips met mine and my body pressed against his damp skin. His fingers tightened in my hair as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Water streamed down between us. Still, it was not enough to put out the fire burning in us. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly. He didn’t speak ri

Kieran's POV: He used his fist in my hair to shoved me harder against him so he can fuck my mouth. I choked on him, my saliva was dripping from my lips to my chin and further down to my chest before it washed away. No one has been this rough to my mouth and it made me see stars. My vision was hazy and I was having a hard time breathing. Thus, I reached up and my palm spread on his hard abs, I tugged on his nipple, pulling and squeezing it hard. Adrien hissed and groaned. “I… I am…coming, Kieran…fuck… I am coming…” I paused for a split second. This is the first time he has called me by my name. At least in front of me and at the moment when he was chasing his pleasure. It sounded so beautiful and erotic that I almost cum right then and there. Even though I have not touched myself at all. However, seeing him so engrossed in his own pleasure, I was tempted to touch my own cock. Thus, with one of my hands, I started to pump myself. Meanwhile, his thrusts turned animalistic as he dro

[Mentioning of self-harm.]Kieran's POV: The greenhouse was warm, quiet, and full of the kind of peace I never got anywhere else. This is my favorite place for a reason. Adrien and I had found ourselves here more often lately. Because this is the only place in the humongous palace where we can g

Kieran's POV: Soon, I found myself seated in a small, private lounge. Adrien stood behind me like he always did. But now I was hyper aware of his presence and his words still echoing in my head. Only for you. My father stood across from me. Stiff but not cold, not today. “I came to give you this,” he said, setting a small, leather box on the table between us. “These belonged to your brother.” I blinked. “Noah?” He nodded. “His journals. I couldn’t bring myself to read all of them. But I think you should.” I reached out, my fingers already trembling. The weight of the box was nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest. He sat down across from me and sighed. “In one of the entries, he wrote about being threatened. Said they were forcing him to abdicate… and if he refused, they would kill him.” My heart dropped into a bottomless pit. He looked down while his voice was low. “I didn’t know. I should have-” I cut him off gently. “You did what you could.” "I didn't." He saw d

Adrien's POV: I frowned and raised my fists. “Come on. Focus." He let out a sharp breath and finally lifted his arms in a loose guard. I moved in quickly, aiming a light jab at his ribs. He barely blocked it. “Again,” I said and threw another jab. He dodged too late and stumbled back, almost tripping over his own feet. “Kieran! What the hell is wrong with you?” I did not care about the title. He is my student at the moment and I can call him by his name. “I am fine,” he muttered, brushing it off. “No, you are not,” I snapped, stepping closer. “You are not even here.” “I said I am fine,” he said louder, his eyes flashing for a second and it was not due to anger. He just looked.... exhausted. Something was eating him alive. I took a breath and tried again. “You can’t train like this. You are gonna get hurt.” “I can handle it,” he said through clenched teeth. So I nodded. “Fine. Let’s go again.” This time, I didn’t hold back. I moved faster and threw a punch, jab a low ki