Tempting Sin

Hot And Cold

"Allow me a private moment with my wife," Sin commanded, his gaze locked with hers in a battle of will. The tension between them was palpable. Everyone quickly filed out of the room, leaving them alone. Nivi held onto her quivering nerves and matched his glare with her own. She wasn't stubborn by nature. She had always given more importance to others' will than her own but right now she had to stand her ground. 

Sin felt rage simmering underneath his skin. He reached out with his hand, causing her to flinch in response. His features softening as he cradled her face and asked, "What's the matter?" He was trying to keep his anger in check for her.  

"I don't want it," she declared, not moved by his gentleness. He frowned in confusion. 

"I thought every woman wanted kids," he stated, expressing his genuine confusion. They were married now and at the right age to produce. He couldn't wait to start a family with her. To have her mini versions tearing through his house and creating mess everywhere they went. His home had long been void of life and he was impatient to fill it with giggles of joy and innocence.

Her icy glare turned venomous as she pushed his hand away from her face. He bound her with him against her will and now he was confused as to why she didn't want kids. His cluelessness got her temper shooting through the roof.   

"I do want kids but not with you, you Psycho. Your child will be a freak like you," she snapped, blinded by her frustration. In an instant, his hand shot out and clamped around her throat, her eyes widening in sheer horror. His countenance was a mask of wild rage. 

"Fucking say it again," he seethed dangerously, daring her to repeat her words. She paled. His eyes blazed with a deranged glint, sending multiple chills down her spine.

"Let go," she mumbled, dead scared of him. 

"I wouldn't be a psycho if I let you off..." he growled and choked her harder before adding, "...alive." Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated how powerless she was in front of him. 

"Now, are you going to do as I say?" he questioned in a menacing voice. He didn't have to verbalize what he would do if she refused, it was written all over his face.

She shook her head. Not this time. Having a baby isn't a joke, it's a lifetime responsibility. And what if their child turned out to be like him? What if her child also caged someone like her in the future for his/her greed? What would she do then? She will be to blame for her child's sins for she brought him/her into the world.   

Annoyance flickered through his stoned features. 

"Don't make it harder than it has to be," he warned her through his clenched teeth. Tears trickled down her cheeks but failed to wash off the determination burning in her eyes. 

When she didn't budge, he let go of her. While she broke into a fit of cough, gasping desperately for air, he struggled to rein in his rage. He pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled long deep breaths. 

She was still trying to steady her breathing when he stormed over to her and grabbed her hair in a painful grip, forcing her head backward. Her eyes locked with his. 

"I'll give you a day to make up your mind and....." he paused and pulled on her hair tightly, tilting her head painfully backward" I don't want to hear no," he threatened, his visage a cloud of darkness. She didn't dare argue with him. After jarring her to her bones, he released her and stormed off. The door closed with a loud bang, bringing all her emotions to the forefront. She covered her mouth with her palm and began weeping. 

Sin walked through the corridor, exuding a menacing aura. Her words kept echoing in his ear, fueling his fury. His hands were curled into tight fists, his nostrils flaring. She won't have his child. She called him a psycho, a fucking freak. If he was a psycho she wouldn't have been alive to say this in his face. He would have killed her when she fled not once but twice. What he didn't do for her. If there was someone in her place, he would have torn their tongue before breaking their bones in a thousand pieces. She was lucky he adored her too much.