(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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"You won't resist?"

Zamiel stared into her emerald green eyes. There was innocence and vulnerability in them. He could tell she didn't know much about the world and it's people. She was raised sheltered and learned to love and trust. And here he was, knowing and feeling nothing but resentment. How different they were.

For a brief moment, he actually thought of compelling her. The urge to bite her had been so strong that it swayed his judgement.

"I.. I..." Was she hesitating? "I don't know." She admitted.

This would change things if she became willing to be bitten. The mark would not fade away as quickly. The mark stayed longest when both parts consented to the bond.

Stupid girl. Maybe he should have scared her even more. Just in case he become willing in a moment of weakness she would still be unwilling.

The damn witch would enjoy this if she was still alive. Him biting a witch as soon as the mark faded.

The more he resisted, the quicker the mark would fade and the more he would need to fight the urge to bite her. There was only one way out. If he resisted the urge long enough without biting her, then it would disappear forever and he would be free from the bond.

Zamiel heard that resisting the urge was almost impossible, but he was different. He had already endured so much pain, a little more wouldn't hurt.

He grabbed her wrist over the dress and took her back to her room. She looked around surprised before looking at him.

"Thank you." She breathed.

When he dropped her arm her eyes darted in panic. She didn't want him to leave. He should have frightened her more.

"You look sick." She pointed.

Yes, he weakened himself so he could fall into a deep slumber until the urge disappeared, but she ruined his plans. Now he would have to start from scratch and try for several days, maybe even weeks, before he could fall into a deep slumber.

"Heaven. Next time you come to meet me, I'll send you to heaven." He threatened.

To his surprise, she smiled. "How can you be sure I'll end up there? I thought all witches were bad and would end up in hell."

She baffled him. He didn't know what to respond, and that caused her smile to widen.

"I think deep down you know I wouldn't hurt you." She said.

It should have been the other way round. Him telling her he wouldn't hurt her, but she understood the true meaning of hurt.

"If I come to you, then you should hurt me if you don't want me to bite you."

"If you come to me, then I understand why."

He wished he could shake the innocence out of her.

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Suddenly someone materialized into her room. It was the man she called friend.

"Heaven!" He drew his daggers.

Heaven turned to him, startled.

"Zarin!" He could hear the shock in her voice.

Zarin kept his gaze fixated on Zamiel while his eyes?blazed with anger.

"Get away from him!" He ordered.

Again with the ordering around.

"It's not what you think." She held her hands out, signaling for him to calm down.

If he didn't Zamiel knew the perfect way to do it.

"He is not here to hurt me." She said.

Zamiel fought the urge to laugh, but Zarin was not amused at all. As if disappointed, he dropped his arms.