All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The door to his place hadn't even fully clicked shut before he had me pinned against the wall possessively.When his lips met mine in a magical way, I mindlessly reacted, feeling daring enough due to the alcohol, and kissed him back.He tasted like expensive bourbon and dark intentions, a mystic sync that drowned out the echoes of Edric’s laughter and Amie’s smirks.He pulled back just an inch to catch his breath before trailing his finger to my neck. With a low chuckle, he stepped back, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood pump faster.I didn't want to be gentle. I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons until I ripped the fabric open, exposing his ripped muscles and inviting abs."Eager, are we?" Zayne’s voice was a husky growl.Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my back against the chilling wall, the predatory weight of his body crushing mine. Locking my one hand beside my head, his grip on me was firm, chaining me against the wall l

“Kristine Iglesias is pregnant with Zayne Nightwood’s child! Yes! She was in love with his rival, Edric Carton, but their breakup led to a twisted one night stand where she is now pregnant with Mr. Nightwood’s baby.Is it for revenge or a beginning of a new bond that is yet to find out. We are waiting to hear further from Miss Kristine and Mr. Nightwood. Are they going to keep the child? Stay tuned with us to find more!” The headline glared at me from every digital billboard in the city. Two weeks. That was all it took to drop the bomb of the scandal.We were the new hot topic, a vicious headline plastered across every digital and print tabloid. I knew it was an incredibly low blow, but wrath had blinded me.I sat in Zayne’s high-rise office, legs crossed elegantly, watching the news cycle churn, indulging in the rage unfolding.SMASH. The remote shattered against the massive LED screen on the wall. He turned, his blue eyes burning with a cold but terrifying fury.“What the hell i

“That’s right, Baby. Scream. Tell me who owns you now.” Zayne demanded darkly, thrusting with a force that earned him a sharp cry.“You…! You do!” I whimpered, biting my lips to muffle the sound but to no avail. He had decided to spin my world and fuck obedience into me. My head was hanging low, gripping the cushion with his toned chest firmly pressed over my back, driving into me from behind with a ferocity that made the world vanish.His heated body was right over mine, one hand on my hip, other over my throat, choking me and I swayed in pleasure.The intimacy was raw, a collision of anger and an attraction so toxic it induced a dark thrill I never experienced in my entire life. He was punishing me with his touch, asserting his dominance in every movement, every breath, and every sharp, demanding kiss.“You want to question me, Kristine? Then learn the cost.” he murmured, biting down my shoulder and giving me a sudden, hard thrust that tore a surprised gasp. “Every time you push,

I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the disaster. Antler’s entrance showed I may have left my family, but they won’t.Zayne would definitely know about the uproar at the boutique. Before I could think of an excuse the door knocked.I frowned. I swear, if it was Antler back for another round of vitriol, I would snap his head open.“What the hell do you want–” I pulled the door open, the retort dying in my throat, only to go completely still when I found the dominating presence.Zayne.In a black buttoned shirt, two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled perfectly to the elbows. A silver pendant hung against his chest, enhancing the features.His hair was wet and messy, as if he had come straight from a shower or a storm but undoubtedly the devilishly handsome man.Opening the door slightly, I observed his undeniably irresistible form, “Zayne? What are you doing here?”“Do I need a reason to see my fiancée?” Smirking darkly, he invited himself in with a casual a

What the fuck was happening?During the reception, all eyes were locked on us but my mind was elsewhere, not only the dizziness, a strong nauseous sensation within me grew that I barely controlled.The scent of the expensive floral arrangements, thousands of lilies, the scent of meat, suddenly felt highly unsavory. The room tilted dangerously for me.“You are pale, Kristine,” Zayne whispered, his eyes tracking the way my breaths hitched. He brought us extremely close, helping me to stand, “Is the victory not as sweet as you imagined?”“I.. I am fine,” I managed to lie but it was not convincing enough.“Your steps… they are stumbling.” He pointed out, his grip was the only support for me to stand properly and not collapse to the floor..“Yeah, I don’t want to dance anymore,” I mumbled.Glancing at him expectantly, hoping he won’t force me to maintain his ‘perfect’ reputation.He saw the tiredness, the half-lid eyes and twisted facial expression and returned me a nod of approval. “If