UNWANTED DEVOTION

THIRSTY , AREN'T WE....

The flight landed after an hour. I was getting sleepy, but I didn't dare close my eyes after seeing the way Kian's eyes bored into my soul, silently warning, "Don't you dare close your eyes."

I let out a sigh of relief when the announcement was made. Kian stood up and offered me his hand. I quickly stood and took it. We both disembarked the plane and started walking through the airport. As I took the first step inside, a sense of unease washed over me—something felt terrifyingly wrong. The entire airport was empty; not even the staff was present. I quickly glanced at Kian, who kept walking ahead with a stone-cold expression.

"K-Kian," I whispered, stuttering, but he ignored me. Suddenly, the sound of loud footsteps echoed through the empty space. I quickly turned toward the noise and saw several men dressed in black, armed with guns. They surrounded us. My eyes darted around in panic, and my grip on Kian's hand loosened. I was about to slip away when he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me in front of him.

"Welcome to my territory, birdy," he said with a smirk before picking me up bridal style. I was confused, scared, and blank—all at once. I didn't even know what was happening.

"Is everything arranged?" Kian asked one of the men in black, who I now realized were his guards.

"Yes, master," the guard replied and then fell silent. We got into a car while the guards sat in other cars surrounding us—there were hundreds of them, maybe.

The car drove on. I could hear the sounds of bikes, cars, and people, but I couldn't see anything because the windows were closed, and I didn't dare ask Kian to open them.

Eventually, the car stopped, and once again, silence engulfed me. Kian's hand, which had been resting on my waist, brushed against me slightly. He got out of the car without sparing me a glance, then opened the door for me. When I stepped out, I looked around at the darkness that surrounded us.

"Where are we, Kian?" I asked softly, not wanting to anger him. He didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. We walked for a few minutes before I saw a huge mansion, painted black with golden lights that added a faint glow.

He led me inside, and to be honest, the house was cozy yet scary. He laid me down on the sofa and then walked away. He took out a remote, and the lights flicked on, allowing me to see the house clearly.

"Welcome, birdy, to our new home," he said. My eyes locked with his, and then he winked, making me gasp. He chuckled at my reaction and then pressed another button before tossing the remote aside. The curtains descended, covering the entire glass window.

I watched Kian's every move.

"Thirsty?" he asked in his deep voice. I nodded, and he started walking toward me. He crouched down, stopping just in front of my face, and said in a husky voice, "I am too, birdy."

I gulped. His hand slid under my waist and pulled me closer. His lips met mine, offering warmth, softness, and harshness all at once. My arms found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, and I started moving my lips in sync with his. He groaned loudly and yanked me closer, making me sit up on the sofa. He kneeled beside me, one leg on each side, and held my head firmly in place, yet I couldn't stay still. My head gently rested against the sofa's backrest. His lips claimed mine repeatedly, sometimes the upper lip, sometimes the lower. One of his hands slowly slid down from my head to my breast, giving it a harsh and tight squeeze, making me moan loudly. As I did, his tongue slipped inside my mouth, thrusting deeply, while mine circled his in response. My saliva began to slip from the corner of my mouth when he withdrew his tongue and covered my entire mouth with his, giving it a long, deep suck before reentering. I trembled at this action. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and the filthy thoughts running through my mind made me feel hot.

He let out a loud groan before breaking the kiss. We were both breathing heavily, a thick string of saliva still connecting our mouths. His eyes trailed down from my lips, and I knew what he wanted. I grabbed the cloak wrapped around my neck and began to remove it.

"Let me, birdy," he whispered, moving closer to my lips. Then his arms reached my shoulders; one hand grabbed my neck, not gently but harshly, choking me slightly. His lips curled into a smirk before he whispered in a dangerously seductive voice, "Aren't you too good for me, birdy?"

The cloak dropped onto the sofa, replaced by his lips on my neck. He nibbled the flesh there, making me feel tingles and stings simultaneously. My hand found its way to his hair, caressing it and occasionally gripping it tightly to suppress the loud moans that kept escaping my mouth. He bit down hard on my neck and pulled back slightly, admiring his handiwork.

I let out a loud moan as he squeezed my clothed breast harshly again.

"FUCK," he cursed loudly before picking me up like a baby.

He carried me upstairs and locked the door before letting me go. I was watching his back as he locked the door. In the blink of an eye, I was pressed against the closed door while his body hovered over mine. His lips met mine again, and this time the kiss was more powerful. I quickly grabbed his hair tightly as he started biting and sucking my lips with force. I could taste a small metallic hint of blood. My lips tried to move against his, but his tongue stopped me from doing so. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he kept cursing under his breath. He turned me slightly, and now there was no support behind me. My feet kept slipping away from him, but he never let go of me, nor did he break the kiss. Finally, I landed on the dressing mirror, which had a small surface from the bottom and then the drawers. I sat on it while Kian stayed on me, his lips still devouring mine. My head was pressed against the mirror. Kian's hand moved down to my thighs, and he lifted my leg, pulling my dress up as his hand caressed my skin. I kept moaning at every soft or harsh touch.

"B...ed..." I whispered between kisses, and he hummed inside my mouth, picking me up by one knee and throwing us both onto the bed.

He finally broke the kiss and let me breathe. His body slid down mine closely until his face reached my feet. His eyes stared into mine, and then he opened his mouth, taking my toe inside, covering it with his hot saliva. I threw my head back with a loud moan at his action. He then started moving upward. His tongue slid little by little, tracing a straight line while his teeth grazed my flesh, leaving marks as his hand pushed my dress upward.

He planted both hands beside my hips on the bed and lifted his body slightly. I looked at him with teary eyes.

"Fuck, birdy, this red nose, these red lips covered in your wetness, and your eyes begging for nothing but more. Are you sure you hate me?" he asked with a seductive smirk.

"Wife..." I answered in a word, confusing him. He stared at me with arched eyebrows and then moved up, his face just in front of mine, demanding nothing but an answer.

"Yours now, your wife, your devotee..."

I said, and suddenly so many emotions flooded my mind, spilling out in tears.

"Shh..." Kian whispered, and my eyes met his again. He looked at me for a few seconds and then gave my lips a deep suck and said in his deep voice.

"All mine..."