You are Mine Now (Rinharu Fanfic)

Chapter 3

You Are Mine...
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Chapter 3 (Rin's POV)
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I wake in the next morning feeling rather relaxed. The "Silent Fish" is sleeping peacefully next to me, still in his restraints. The events of last night crash into me all at once and I tense at the sudden memory.

A small twitch guilt sweeps through my conscience as I look over him, checking to see how his condition is.

I seem to have left a rather nasty looking bite mark on his right shoulder which is followed by small bruises where I had sucked on his skin. Dried tears sit on the edge of his eyes and the side of his face.

"Please stop"

His cry for mercy echoes through my head. I gather my face into my hands and sigh deeply.

This isn't what you planned to do you moron, I chastised myself, Weren't you going to treasure him?

Frustrated with myself, I stand up and cover the sleeping boy with a thin blanket. I look over the bruises on his wrists and hands, caused by his earlier struggle with the restraints. I grit my teeth and groan.

This is treasuring him?!

Tearing myself apart at what I had done, I storm off to the bathroom and put on a new batch of clothes. Without thinking, I grab another pair for the boy and head towards the bedroom once again.

The bandit lays still on the bed, unconscious with his arms tied above his head. I can't help but marvel at how beautiful and precious he looks, even though just a couple hours ago I couldn't have cared less about his beauty as long as I had gotten my point across him.

Although there was one thing about him that I could never stop looking at that night..... His eyes.

They are a perfect shade of a dark blue, the color of the sea. When he had cried last night his tears had reflected that blue so perfectly it had turned me on even more. I was tranced by those deep blue eyes.

I turn around and smack my forehead into a wall.

Get a hold of yourself and your damn kinks, your suppose to love and nurture this guy. Not use him as a way to get off.

I slam my head two or three times more into the wall before maids rush over to the bedroom door to calm me down.

Before the maids could reach the doorknob I prop myself up against the wall, blocking off the entrance. Hastily dismissing them, ensuring them that I was fine.

After a couple of concerned comments from the maids, they leave and to proceed to cleaning and cooking breakfast. Much to my relief, the maids seem to believe that the cause of my questionable actions is the pressure of being a king at the age of 16.

I could care less about my position, but as long as they do not discover the real reason I am fine with whatever they think.

A small amount of rustling catches my attention. I turn my head to see the bandit waking up, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

I walk over to the side of the bed and place his clothing next to him. He jumps away from me, suddenly thrashing to and from. The only things keeping him from getting any farther are the restraints over his wrists.

"Stay back" he warns, finding the one spot on the bed that would be farthest from me. His eyes flash a chill down my back that could freeze every oasis in the Sahara. 

I sigh and sit down on the opposite side of the mattress. It's not like I didn't expect this reaction from him but the fact that he doesn't even want me within five feet of him still kind of stings. Slowly, I undo the restraints on the bandit's hands, much to his surprise.