UNWANTED DEVOTION

YOUR DEVOTEE

Knock...

A soft knock came from outside my room. I placed my feet on the floor, letting them feel the coldness, and with soft but unsteady steps, I opened the door.

There stood Kian, accompanied by some maids holding boxes. Kian took my hand and pulled me along with him. I let out a small sigh and followed him.

The maids placed the boxes on the bed and left, leaving Kian and me alone. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a black suit, but unlike before, this one was extravagant. It spoke of royalty and dominance, making him look like a king—but not the noble kind. He looked like an evil king. His eyes were as dark as his suit. His face was clean-shaven except for a small beard, and his thick eyebrows framed his moisturized lips.

"How do I look, Birdy?" he said in a husky voice, his hot breath touching my face and sending a shiver through my body. I didn't say anything and quickly averted my gaze.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"That's not the answer, Birdy. I asked how I look," he said again, his face getting closer to mine. I tried to turn away, but he held my face firmly, forcing me to look straight at him. His forehead touched mine, and he asked again, his voice trembling slightly as he took deep breaths.

"When I ask something, you have to answer me, Birdy, or it won't end well," he warned. I closed my eyes, then opened them again before letting out a small word.

"Good," I said. He released me and said, "For today, 'good' is enough for me, but next time I want to hear something else, Birdy. And you know what I mean."

I nodded and stood silently in front of him.

"I am here to prepare my bride for marriage," he said, and I widened my eyes in shock. What the hell is he even saying? He pushed a dress toward my chest, which I quickly grabbed with both hands, covering myself with it.

"Go and change," he said, and I couldn't say anything as he pushed me into the washroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. What was even happening in my life? I removed the engagement dress and put on the wedding dress.

When I emerged from the washroom, Kian quickly turned toward me at the sound of the door opening. His eyes darkened, and a low groan escaped his lips. He took heavy steps toward me, pushing me back into the washroom. His hand grabbed my waist, lifting me onto the bathroom counter. His lips found mine, pulling me into a messy kiss. His mouth sucked every bit of my saliva, his tongue rolling over mine. His teeth bit my lips repeatedly, making me taste my own blood.

I was relieved I had removed the makeup, fearing it would dirty the white dress. My hand unconsciously went into his hair, brushing it softly, trying to calm his hunger. But if only I knew his hunger for me would never be sated. His hand moved from my waist to my stomach and was about to go lower when I pushed him with all my force. He was only slightly disturbed.

"Kian, stop," I said between kisses, and he finally sucked my lips one last time before releasing them. We were both breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine, his hand still near my clothed body.

"Birdy," he whispered, and I hummed in response.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered again, looking into my eyes. I didn't respond. He picked me up by the waist, my legs automatically wrapping around his torso, while his hands moved lower to support me.

We left the bathroom, and he placed me on the bed. He began looking for something, and when he found it, he brought the boxes to the bed.

One was filled with makeup, another with jewelry, and the third with hair accessories and a veil.

He picked out a small moisturizer and took a small amount on his finger, applying it to my nose, cheeks, and forehead. His rough hand made contact with my cheeks, slowly smearing it on my face. Then he picked out a concealer, applying it to some small areas and blending it with a brush. I wanted to ask how he knew everything about this, but before I could, he replied, "I've seen girls applying it, Birdy. I'm not a professional, but I don't want anyone else touching you after today."

He picked up a small lip balm and applied it to my lips, taking deep breaths. Once he finished, he let out a deep groan.

"You are perfect, Birdy. So perfect for me," he said in a raspy voice while opening his eyes. My eyes never left his face, not even when he said those words. They didn't affect me, but I couldn't look away.

He took out a small hairbrush and started brushing my hair. He did something to my hair that I couldn't see. I stood up when he ordered me to, and he stood behind me, attaching the veil to my hair. Once everything was done, he pushed me near the mirror, his chin resting on my shoulder. We both stared at our reflection. I wanted to chuckle at how I looked. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either.

"Don't we look perfect together?" he said, kissing my neck softly. I arched my neck after that soft touch.

"Why didn't I stay here, Crystal, with you?" he asked. I didn't reply, but I wanted to push him away after hearing that.

"If I had, you would already be having my baby," he said again.

"Kian," I whispered, slightly pushing him away from my back, but he didn't budge and tightened his hold on me.

"It's okay because in the end, you will be mine," his voice darkened, and he suddenly turned me toward him with a jerk.

"You will be mine, right, Birdy?" he asked, his voice becoming more dominant, demanding submission. I looked down before meeting his gaze again.

"I will be yours, Kian. From now on, your devotee. Isn't that what I've been taught from day one?"