บททั้งหมดของ A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

In a swift motion, Zayne grabbed my wrists, I was rigidly locked on his toned chest with no escape. My whole being halted. I could feel it, his patience had been shattered.Shivering in fear, my tears eyes were locked on him. He twisted my arms behind my back, earning a wince of pain. Pressing me toward the wall, imprisoning me against the cold surface using the weight of his body.“I said enough.”His face was inches from mine, and for the first time, the controlled Zayne was gone. His eyes were outrageous, his nostrils flared accompanied by a frightening aura that silenced me briefly.“You want the truth huh? You want to know what’s happening?” His lips were against my cheek, losing his forbearance with me. “Since the very beginning… as long as I am breathing… I have been crazy for you, Kristine… and you have no damn idea, woman.”My throat dried, impotent to utter another sound. Tense, I wince when he pulled my arms harder, his blazing breath blending with mine.“And ‘If’ I had

An unspoken spark I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted to make my body tremble.I didn’t want to, I shouldn’t but to back away was impossible too.With barely recognizable distances between us, his index finger trailed a sinful path that started from my knee to my inner thigh.“Wh… What are you doing?”I instinctively tried to close my legs. But he was already there, exposing the heat and those dark intentions that weakened me.“You tell me,” he growled. His sapphire eyes hold a mixture of desire and obsession.“G-Get away, Zayne. I am too tired for anything.”He hissed, losing his composure, “Me too, Baby. Me too.” He was extremely close, touching our foreheads. His breath across my lips, pushing me towards an undeniable edge.“I am too tired of being away and holding back. I fucking need you.” He was breathless, no longer in his own control. The vulnerability broke the last of my resistance. “Every breath. Every second. I… I don’t want to think beyond you. And I will gladly have y

“Can you imagine, Kristine?” Zayne asked.His head tilted, resting against his wife as the couple were staring at the man before them with suspicion and controlled snicker.“I absolutely cannot.”Antler stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over his massive chest, “It’s a formal introduction. Not a comedy special. Pipe down.”They glanced at each other and despite their harshness and tough condition, a genuine laughter broke. The situation was too humorous for them.“Antler, the man who treats every social interaction like a hostage negotiation? Meeting Rose’s parents?” Kristine laughed, holding her stomach, her mind impotent to register how quickly this moment arrived.“I’m just trying to imagine you sitting at a dinner table,” Zayne gasped, wiping a stray tear, trying to mimic him, "Pass the salt, or I’ll be forced to use lethal force.'"“Or, or,” Kristine extended her hand, resting it on Zayne’s forearm.“Who knows if he makes her marry him at gun point. That’s something he

ZAYNE’S POV******************There was something darker coming—something deadlier than anything the Crimson Nest had ever faced.Antler had laid out the entire encounter with Emeric, and the more I listened, the more surreal it sounded. The pieces didn’t fit. Rules were being broken, ethics discarded, as if someone was deliberately clearing the path for pure chaos.But, Mr. Night was already here. What else could possibly be waiting in the shadows?“Something is terribly wrong, Zayne.” Antler sighed as we were on the rooftop of my office building.A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat between us, and the sweet haze of weed curled lazily in the night air.“What do you mean?” I asked, exhaling slowly.I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs and dull the constant roar in my head, to eradicate all my distress.“Emeric offered me to join him.” “You? Is he stupid or something?” I let out a low, bitter laugh, the words were too humorous to believe in.“Does he think everyone’s b

ZAYNE’S POV******************If I were to perish, I would take every secret, every lie, and my very soul with me. I wouldn’t allow it to end smoothly– not when I was already the villain of her story. If the truth was to be exhumed, why should I have to face the silence alone?“You were with me in my childhood yet never told me…” She was sitting on the bed, her hand hanging low with endless gloom, the weight of the revelation settled over her.I was sitting on the ground, by her feet– the place where I belong– hugging my knees yet not daring to look up and find disgust in her gaze.“Dorian… Does he know you? Antler too?”“Yes. We grew up together,” I admitted, “Dorian knew that if anyone could protect you, it was me. He knew you’d only be safe with me.”I felt her body tense. Her mind was a blurred landscape, struggling to map out a past she couldn't see.“How… how come I don’t remember? What happened to me?” She whispered wretchedly.“You wanted to forget it.” I replied, smiling