جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 20

~Owen~ "Why did you marry me?” Her voice cut through my ears, my eyes returning to her lips which quivered. I noticed she constantly snapped out every once in a while. Ever since we stepped into the house, she had been conscious of the house, perhaps thinking I had things that might eat her alive. This was one of the reasons I had removed all cameras in the room. I didn't want to make her think she was being watched. But seeing the way she was conscious of every little thing, I had to try something to make her feel comfortable, even a little bit around me. However, that ended on a wrong note. Smart as always, she asked that question. I stared at her. I could see that anger building up again, that menace forming in her eyes. I knew she wanted to find out about things about my union with her. I wasn't surprised. She was smart, and knowing that by now it was not just about her father didn't come as a surprise to me. However, I wasn't going to give her the answer she was l

~Owen~ I tore through the forest furs, even as the throbbing force of its claws slammed into my skin, I ignored it aiming at the next target, and with one swift move, another was dead. "Twenty-one," Melvin counted, running over to pick the lifeless animal lying helplessly on the forest ground. "Boss, you said you'd stop at 15 if you didn't see any rabbits with white fur. This is 21 and you don't seem to be getting tired soon." He protested, dropping the dead rabbit with the others. Twenty-one. Yet, I wasn't satisfied. I reloaded the bullet, aiming the gun at the next target. "Twenty-two." Melvin counted almost at the same time as I shot yet another bullet, taking down another rabbit. I would never be satisfied until I get exactly what I wanted. "This too, doesn't have white furs." Melvin declared from a distance, wiping the pouring sweat off his face, barely catching a breath at my speed as he followed me deep into the forest, picking the dead animals as I shot them dead one

~Elowen~I sprang to my feet the moment I heard the creak at the door. My hands went cold.I have been counting minutes, waiting until that door opened and he walked through it. And now it seemed the count was over.He had returned, stepping in like darkness given form, still dressed in the deep obsidian tones that mirrored the cold, dangerous aura clinging to him."Hello, sweet wife." He spoke with that deep octave. The message he had sent me flashed in my eyes, my feet went weak, my hands clutched tight to the soft slip dress I had worn since morning. I had refused to remove it. Refused to wear whatever he wanted me to wear.I ignored him, stepping far away."You can't continue to keep that distance from me. Even if you try, it wouldn't yield anything because you're within my walls now." He smiled, annoying as it is, it kind of relieved the haunting look that seemed almost embedded in that mask.How on earth did he get such a deep scar on only one side of his face? The other side

~Elowen~ His thumb came against the fabric of my panties, making way for his fingers to find my clit. And it did and then paused right there. "No!" I gasped. But he already began circling my clit with agonizing slowness, teasing the sensitive nub making my hip buckle up, and causing the remaining nerve in my body fighting against him to weaken. My legs unintentionally ached for the touch. My eyes went wide. Panic flooding my sensitivity. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead at the intrusion. My walls immediately contracted at the friction, my legs jubilating at the ecstasy. "Oh gosh..." I moaned under my breath, letting my legs spread wide to ease his fingers in there. My panties were shifted, unravelling me. The thought was overwhelming. It was consuming my sanity. He moved his fingers, causing a pulse of heat to jolt right into my legs, my stomach flustered wildly at the motion, a warm glow spreading through me sending sparks of pleasure all over my body. I forced my eyes to

~Owen~ Looking out through the window from the study room where we stood, the moon had risen in the sky, spreading its golden hues across the globe. My gaze lingered on Elder Ashford whose every bit of him spoke nothing short of wisdom. Asking Melvin to get information from him, I knew that whenever he decided to meet me at the mansion himself, there was always a strong reason behind it. "If I'm not mistaken Elder Ashford, it's only two days since I last bought my tea from you. Two teapots are still left untouched and wouldn't finish any time soon before the week runs out. You shouldn't have given yourself the trouble of bringing another, I would've ordered Melvin to get me another one when I'm in need." I spoke. He was not just one of the Elders in the council, he was my watchman who reports to me everything that happens in the council. Settling the teapot on the table, he clasped his hands together staring up at me. "I know, my Prince. I had added a new flavor to the tea.