CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND)
He was told to protect me and yet I want him to ruin me.
“Zyran?”
He didn’t turn. “What is it, Myra?”
I took a shaky breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Our arrangement. I want to understand my part in it.”
Finally he turned. His pale eyes gleamed in the dim light, his gaze fixed on me so intently, it felt like a predator tracking its prey. “Your part is to be my wife and mine to give you protection.”
“But you are the only one giving. I want to give you something too.”
“I’m tired of being just a painting on the wall,” I whispered, stepping closer to him, the air crackling with so much tension, I may have forgotten how to breathe. “You're my husband. In every way, so I want you to teach me.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, his eyes darkening with every word I said. “Teach you what?”
“Pleasure.” I said, biting down on my lip out of sheer nervousness “Your kind of pleasure. Show me what you like. Let me learn how to touch you. Let me make you feel something…”
I agreed to marry Zyran Theon because he was my brother’s best friend and by far the safest option. A year of cold indifference seemed better than a lifetime of horror. However I never expected to find a man shattered by his own psyche and a constant repression of his urges to claim me and even worse I never expected to want him too.