His Bloodstained Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 46

Raven’s PovIt was the fourth day.Four fucking days in this cell.Kaylin or Kaelan, whatever name this psycho bastard claimed, thought he was breaking us by feeding us once a day and letting us rot in here. But he didn’t know me. Not really. I came from suffering. I grew in it. This wasn’t punishment, it was memory.The food? Pathetic. But I ate it. Miguel did too, even though he barely spoke unless it was something sarcastic or blunt. I think it was his way of coping, and honestly, I respected that.The same maid kept bringing the meals, Naomi. The one who had taken me to the dining hall that first night. She always looked nervous, like she was waiting for something to explode. I started making small talk with her when I could, soft, seemingly casual questions that I layered with smiles I didn’t mean. I had a plan. And if she was part of it, even better.That morning, or maybe evening, who knew anymore…Naomi showed up empty-handed.“I just wanted to let you know,” she whispered. “Ki

Raven’s PovMy mind was screaming at me to stop. Every nerve, every instinct, was on high alert, but my body—traitorous, eager, betraying me in the worst way—was already moving on its own. I found myself pulling closer to Alessio even as he closed the distance between us, his hands pressing against the curve of my waist like he had every right to hold me there. We melted into each other, like heat meeting gasoline.And then I moaned.A real, unfiltered sound escaped my lips, raw and aching for more. I hated that I wanted this. I hated how good it felt.Before I knew it, we were no longer standing. I didn’t even remember how we got to the bed. My back was against the mattress, Alessio’s body pressing into mine, his mouth on my neck, branding me with every slow, deliberate kiss. His lips traveled lower, and my breath caught in my throat. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my body burned.But just as his touch dipped past the edge of reason, something snapped inside me.“Stop,” I gaspe

Raven’s Pov“Are you mad?” I blurted, staring across the table at Alessio.He didn’t flinch. “Why would I be mad?”I squinted at him. “You just casually said you’re going to make me fall in love with you. What makes you think I’d ever let that happen?”“You don’t have to get all worked up,” he said, leaning back like this was a joke to him. “If I didn’t think you were going to work with me or if my plan didn’t matter—I wouldn’t even bother saying it.”“So your plan,” I scoffed, “is to spend quality time resisting the urge to sleep with me, make me fall for you, and then what? Dump me?”“Not all men are like that,” he said calmly, eyes fixed on mine. “I don’t know what men have done to you that you won’t tell me about, but… not everyone is the monster you think they are.”“Whatever,” I muttered, stabbing a piece of food with my fork. “I’m never falling in love with any man. Especially not you.”He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you have a particular problem with me?”“I don’t have a proble