All Chapters of His Sinful Pleasure : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Author's point of view This little wife... How could she do this to him? How the fuck is she making him lose control? "Zerina, you're unbelievable." He told her, his eyes suddenly intense again. Zerina blinked in confusion. She doesn't know if this is a compliment or a diagnosis. "You poke it once and I can endure it. Twice and I can tolerate it. Multiple times.. and I managed to keep myself in check." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But waking the beast up, little one, means you're playing with fire." He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked with mine. "Do you know the consequences you will bear if I lose control? What in the world were you thinking?" He asked softly, then the corners of his lips lifted just enough to make the girl's lungs collapse. She knew whatever he was about to say next will be something mischievous. “Do you want more, huh, Zerina?” He asked her, caressing her cheeks with his free hand. "Are you so eager to touch it direct

Author’s point of view What? They grew up here? Together? Zerina was amazed. It kind of made sense in a way she still couldn't understand. The house looked so ancient like it existed since the 1800's. Or did their parents just build it this way? Was it their taste? And come to think of it...what about their parents? Where were they? Are they dead? A thousand and one question bubbled in her head and as if Lysander knew…the man released a low breath, glaring intensely at his brother for spitting something like that out while Darkling just kept eating without even glancing at him again. He only looked up to smile playfully at the curious Zerina. The room shifted just a little— like the air tightened between the two men. Zerina felt it immediately. It wasn't just the sharp kind of tension. It was quieter, heavier like two storms sitting across from each other. And somehow, Mrs. Aveline's warnings about Darkling only made the weight on Zerina's chest grow stronger. Yet at the

Author's point of view The moment Zerina stepped out of the dining room, it felt as if the air itself grew colder. The silence she left behind wasn't peaceful—no. It was heavy. Like the whole mansion was holding its breath because she wasn't there to soften the atmosphere anymore. Darkling watched her go before he sat down, pushing his plate aside. Lysander's gaze followed Zerina until she completely disappeared from view. Only then did he turn back. The softness he had shown her, that warmth he reserved only for her vanished in a blink. His entire aura shifted just like a predator tossing away its disguise. "What do you want, Icarion?" Lysander's voice was cold. No emotion. Just pure, frigid command. Darkling's jaw clenched. The sound of that name, Icarion—slithered under his skin like poison. "There we go again, brother," he said with a smirk, even though his fists were curling tight. "Calling me the name you know I so much despise." Lysander's lips lifted into a slow,

Author's point of view Lysander had faced assassins without blinking, stared down monsters without flinching, and negotiated with men who would gladly kill for less. Yet, somehow, nothing had prepared him for this. As the main page showed up, Lysander looked at Zerina with astonishment. This was what she wanted to play? What the fuck was there to be excited about? He felt the need to facepalm himself. But then again, what was he expecting from this little wife? He couldn't believe that a King as himself was one day going to play such a childish game. He briefly closed his eyes, resisting the urge to question every decision that had brought him here. He considered leaving but when he glanced at the little girl beside him, nearly glowing with excitement, he leaned back against the bed instead and accepted that this was his fate. Zerina, meanwhile, could hardly sit still. She clutched her game controller. Her eyes were wide, focused and sparkling with excitement that made no