All Chapters of Shadows Of The Dark Heart : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria’s POVI don’t know why he’s doing this. When he came here, I thought he’d drag me out. But he didn’t. Now he’s sitting here as if he has every right to be here.Calmly answering my mother’s questions, without any sugarcoat, just straight.He was behaving so normally, as if he wasn’t a monster wrapped in human skin.And it’s terrifying.Because I know this monster. I know what he’s capable of. I’ve seen the blood on his hands, the ruthlessness in his eyes.Why?Why is he here in this small, cramped home when he has a palace of heaven of his own? I watch him in fear.A piece of food he takes in his hand. He leans forward and places it in front of me. He doesn’t even hesitate.I meet his eyes. His eyes are not asking they are commanding.My mother watches us with soft eyes, probably thinking this is love.It isn’t.My lips tremble as I open them, and he feeds me like I’m some delicate thing, not the prisoner he’s chained to his side.Because I don’t know what he’s planning, and that

Vincent's POV I tugged her dress down toward her breasts. Her hand flows to grab my wrist, her eyes are showing fear those brown colour orbs that always my heart flutter and my body tightness with need to feel her at deepest pathI want to burn myself in her sweet pussy and feel her deepest in my nerves.Her lips parted as she took deep breaths.The water drop ran from her hair to her neck, then to her collarbone, and at last to that deep valley of her breast.Her lips moved to speak but I shut her with my lips.I kissed her slowly, deliberately. One hand slips to the small of her back, the other tangles in her hair. Those lips are the sweetest thing I ever test. I want to grab her and eat whole. I suck harder, a whisper leaves her mouth and disappears in mine.In a swift motion, my hand moved to get rid of her dress. I can’t wait even a second, but the fucking dress gets stuck, and in the next second, I tear it off.The fabric peels away, my lips parted away from her. She gasped and

Author's POV He was serious? They had just come down from an overwhelming high, and she could barely breathe, let alone take more of his intensity. The thought crossed her mind as her eyes stayed on his.Her body was tired, her legs weak.The idea of him taking her from behind, so raw, so dominating, sent a flush of fear and helplessness through her.She shook her head. "I can’t," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I’m... I’m too tired."His expression was blank and unreadable. She closed her eyes, expecting the force of his will.But instead of harshness… there was silence following.The shower water stopped.She felt the gentle press of a towel against her damp hair. Her eyes slowly opened in disbelief. His movements were slower and, as always, quieter.He wrapped the towel around her, scooping her up into his arms.He carried her into the dressing room. As he opened the cabinet, her eyes widened. One side was filled with men’s clothes, and the other one was filled with women’s cloth

Author's POV Aria stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. Her eyelashes were heavy from exhaustion. Her body was too tired to get up, but her old habits made her sit up on the bed slowly, rubbing her eyes, trying to wash away the sleep.She blinked once, twice, looking around, trying to adjust to the light and understand where she was.As her gaze moved around the familiar walls, the soft curtain light slipping through the window, she realized… she was home. At her mother’s house.In confusion, she looked around again in realization.Because the last thing she remembered was the beach, the house, the glowing water and Vincent’s memories came rushing back into her mind.She remembered everything, the intimacy, the drinking, threatening him but most of all, the most embarrassing part was trying to squeeze his ass and calling it cute.Her hand flew to her face in horror.“I did that?” she whispered to herself in disbelief. “You should have listened to your inner voice, idiot.” S

Author's POV She pulled her legs close to her chest, burying her face in them. Tears ran freely like a river that was not stopping anytime soon, nor calming down.She could feel his intense gaze piercing through her sharply. It was heavy, but she didn’t care. Her emotions were shattered, scattered all around like sharp glass. Every piece would hurt more if she tried to collect them, so she just let herself cry her heart out.She didn’t lift her head from her knees, didn’t try to speak or protest.Because what was the point?He was taking her away from everything. From her mother. Making her lose control of her emotions. She didn’t want to go not to a place where monsters wore human skin, not to a world where her voice got lost and her body was a toy.She wanted to scream, to fight for herself, to argue.But in the end… she already knew.She would lose.She was nothing in front of him, she thought. Maybe running would save her from him, but no here she was again in his grip. She could