“I'm here to sleep with you.”
He whispered in my ear huskily. My eyes widened. I tried to get up when his hold on my waist became strong. He pulled me back to him. Pressing me more against his chest. A gasp left my mouth when he passed my back to his bare chest. Why is his chest bare? My heart started to beat fast.
“I don't want to sleep with you. Go to the guest room.” I stuttered, not wanting to be in the same position. He rubbed the tip of his nose on the column of my neck. His overgrown beard caressing my shoulder makes me feel tingles.
“But I want to,” he said huskily, pressing a kiss on my bare neck. A shiver ran down my spine. He pulled my shirt down from behind, exposing my bare skin to him. He continued pressing a wet kiss on it. Trailing a path down and down. My breath was jagged. I felt tingles wherever he pressed the kiss. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together. A morning incident flashed in front of my eyes. His bitter words echoed in my ear. It made me bitter.
“Why do you want to sleep with me? Go find those women who are dying to marry you,” I said bitterly while trying to remove his hand, which was moving up with every passing second. I was not wearing a bra underneath my night suit. I have been doing that since I came to stay here because I sleep alone in bed.
“Should I?” he said, making me feel even more bitter. Should I? My inner voice repeated those words bitterly in my head, making me angry.
“Why are you asking me?'' I said in a pissed tone and pushed his hand away from me.
“It's not like the great Erick Villain needs my permission to do as he pleases,” I said sternly, deciding to get out of bed. If he won't go to the guest room, then I will go there and sleep. I need a good night's sleep to function, and I have a long day tomorrow. I had just kept my legs on the floor when he pulled me back onto the bed. This time, I was beneath him. He hovered over me. My eyes widen looking at how fast he changed our position.
"Well, I don't,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. At first, I didn't get it, but then it clicked. I clench my jaw.
“Then go to them,” I said sternly, and I put my hands on his shoulder to push him away, but he didn't budge from his place. The more I used my strength, the more I got exhausted, but it did not affect him. A smirk formed on his face, looking at my mad face. He took my one hand and pinged it above my head, while his other hand slipped inside my night suit. He moved his face forward until his lips were only inches away from mine. My heart started to beat fast. His warm breath fanned over my lips. Tickling me.
“I would, but then I would keep trying to find you in them. It's such a waste of time. Why would I go to them when I can have you directly?” he whispered over my lips, making my heart beat fast. His words confuse me. But it's also made so many questions come up in my head.
“Why would you try to find me in other women? Don't you hate me a hundred times more? Won't it be easy for you to forget me in another woman's arms?” I said bitterly, using his words against him.
“I tried, and I have failed miserably,” he whispered more to himself. A humourless chuckle left his mouth. His cold blue eyes held a certain kind of emotion that I had never seen before. Looking at that look on his face forced me to feel things I didn't want to. For a few seconds, I saw my old Erick in him, and it made my heart beat fast. Unknowingly, my hand moved up and cupped his face, as if my touch had made him come back to reality. He sobbed up, and his eyes moved to my hand, which was cupping his face. He connected his eyes back to me.
“Every time I tried, it made me realise that the pain I held in my heart was not easy to forget. It won't lessen until it's you whom I'm punishing,” he said sternly, covering the emotions that had appeared in his eyes at the moment of his weakness. My old Erick was once again lost, leaving behind coldness in those blue eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them away.
“And that's why you are marrying me. To punish me,” I breathed out those words even though I knew what his answer would be. He had admitted to it many times in the past, but still, my stupid heart thought his answer would be different from what he said.
“You want me to repeat myself?'' he asked harshly, making a traitor tear slip from the corner of my eyes. I swallowed the lump forming at the base of my throat.
“Yes, I want to hear it again,” I said in my ragged voice. I need to hear it again. So my stupid heart understands that I'm not made for love. I'm only made for hate. All my life, I have only received hate. First from my father, and now from the man whom I loved with all my heart. I need to hear it clean and cut, so I will stop myself from giving false hope. That makes me believe everything will be alright one day in my life. That day will never come in my life. More warm tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. The pain I felt in my heart was leaking from my eyes, making me vulnerable. His jaw clenched, and his breath became shallow looking at my tears. It looked like he was in immense pain after looking at my tears, but I chose not to believe it. I don't want to be fooled again. I tried to look away when he cupped my face. His thumb softly rubbed under my eyes, wiping away the wetness. I took a deep breath and made myself ready to hear it. I looked straight into his cold blue eyes.
“Say it and get over it.”
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