UNWANTED DEVOTION

CANCELING THE MARRIAGE

Kian's POV

Today, Mom called me again. The topic? My goddamn marriage. For fuck's sake, how many times do I have to tell her I don't want to marry? And not to that fucking uneducated slave of ours.

The thought alone made my blood boil. She's a pathetic mess, always crying and clinging to the walls of our home like some forgotten ghost. What spell has she cast on my parents to make them so desperate to see me shackled to her? It's almost laughable how blind they are. Mom and Dad—the people who should know me best—actually think I'd agree to tie myself to that miserable excuse of a woman.

But no. This ends now. I need a plan to stop this insanity for good.

I was lost in my thoughts when Rose strutted into the room, her curves flaunting through the thin fabric of her dress. She looked as hot as ever, and her presence was always a distraction I welcomed. Without hesitation, she sauntered over, plopped herself on my lap, and looped her arms around my neck.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she purred, her tongue gliding along my jawline.

An idea sparked in my mind. A devilish smirk tugged at my lips. "Hey, gorgeous. We're going to my family's home, and you'll act as my lover," I ordered, gripping her waist firmly.

Her mischievous eyes widened with delight. "Why act, Daddy? I already love you. Don't you love me too?" she teased, pulling my hands from her waist and sliding my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them like the good little slut she was, her tongue swirling as if she knew exactly how to drive me insane.

I hummed, letting her continue, my dark thoughts momentarily dulled by her antics. Maybe I did love her. Or maybe I just loved the control I had over her. Either way, she served her purpose.

Hours later, we sat in my private jet, the tension still crackling between us after an intense round of fucking. Rose was curled up in the seat beside me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she dozed off.

Rose was insatiable, desperate to be taken, and I loved every second of it. She thrived on my dominance, craving the pain I inflicted as much as the pleasure. She was a masochist, and I was her perfect match—a sadist who took what he wanted without a second thought.

The plane touched down in Emberlands, the city that belonged to my father, Czar Blackwell. As I stepped out, the familiar scent of home filled my lungs. Emberlands wasn't just a city; it was a kingdom built on blood and fire, with my father reigning as its ruthless king.

Years ago, this place was nothing more than a wasteland. But now? It was a thriving empire. My father had clawed his way to power, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake, and I was proud to follow in his footsteps. My life was carved out of chaos and violence, and I loved it. Every shattered life, every broken bone, every drop of blood spilled—it was all worth it to see the world bend to my will.

"Holy shit," Rose whispered, her eyes widening as the car approached our estate. I chuckled at her reaction. The sprawling mansion never failed to impress.

"Let's go," I said, smirking as I stepped out of the car.

Rose's eyes darted around, taking in the opulence. "Can I steal something?" she asked, her voice dripping with greed.

"Control yourself, bitch," I snapped, my tone cold enough to make her flinch. She knew better than to test my temper—it had landed her in the hospital more than once.

We entered the house, and I was immediately greeted by my parents. Mom threw herself into my arms, tears streaming down her face as she clung to me. "I missed you so much, my boy," she cried, peppering my cheeks with kisses.

Dad, however, wasn't as emotional. His sharp eyes zeroed in on Rose. "Who's she?" he asked, his voice devoid of warmth.

"She's my girlfriend, Rose Wilson," I said smoothly, pulling Rose close to me.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. My parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. Rose, oblivious as ever, fidgeted in her seat, her gaze darting to the expensive antiques around the room.

"Dad," I began, but he cut me off sharply.

"Ella!" he barked, his voice echoing through the hall.

I frowned, my jaw tightening as an old maid scurried upstairs. My eyes followed her as she disappeared into a room near mine.

"We'll discuss this once she's here," Dad said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

" My gaze was focused on my mom and dad's faces, which just looked angry. Suddenly, I heard a small sound... of slippers, making me turn my head upstairs.There I saw a beautiful side profile, a girl with a lean figure, her ass looking bubbly while her black hair touched it again and again. 

Then she turned. 

Now I could see her clearly: creamy white skin tone, cherry red lips, small nose, green seductive eyes, chubby breasts, small waist, thick legs, a walking perfection, making me poke my tongue in my cheek, making me lose control, wanting to fuck her, just on the sight with my dick inside that bubbly ass, spank it again and again until it turns red from my handprints. I wanted to insert my finger inside those holes she was hiding from me, wanting to rip every piece of clothing off her and bite that flesh inside them to see how long it would take to bleed. 

 "Stop your dirty imagination, Kian," Rose whispered in my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts.

The girl—Crystal—didn't even glance my way as she sat beside my father. Her intoxicating scent lingered in the air, making my fists clench with restraint.

"This is Crystal," Dad said, introducing her with a smirk that sent a chill down my spine.

"Hey, Crystal! I'm Rose, Kian's girlfriend!" Rose chirped, her voice grating against my nerves.

Crystal sighed softly, and for some reason, that single sound sent a wave of anger crashing over me. She wasn't relieved to see me; she was relieved I had someone else. The audacity of it made me want to drag her to her knees and force her to acknowledge me.

"Do you object to him having a girlfriend?" Dad asked suddenly, his voice sharp and direct.

Crystal's answer was equally cutting. "I have no objection. I cancel this marriage here and with my full will."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I hadn't even noticed when they'd discussed the marriage, too lost in my lust-fueled haze. Her soft, unwavering voice rang in my ears, a stark reminder that she wasn't the weak little slave I'd pegged her to be.

And for the first time, I felt something new—an uncontrollable desire to break her spirit until she belonged entirely to me.

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