UNWANTED DEVOTION

A MANIPULATOR

"So, my lovely readers, there's something I need to make clear.

First and foremost, there is absolutely no romanticizing of rape in my story. I've said it before, and I'll say it again—none of my stories will ever include such content.

Now, regarding the violence and abuse in the plot—yes, it's dark, and that's intentional. If that's not for you, feel free to skip those parts. I always strive to respond to every comment because I believe in open communication. But just because I'm polite doesn't mean my kindness should be taken for granted.

Recently, I came across a profile that had posted some harsh replies, not just toward me but toward others as well. When I checked, it became clear that this person's agenda was to spread negativity. Trust me, the comments were unnecessarily harsh."

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LET'S MOVE ON FROM THIS... AND START AFRESH...

"Give me a bath, Birdy," Kian's voice broke the silence, freezing me in place. My hands rested on his chest, unconsciously clutching his shirt. His gaze traced my face, and I quickly looked away, trying to find anything else to focus on. But his fingers gently lifted my chin, bringing my face inches from his. His breath brushed warm against my skin, and then his lips caressed mine softly, sending a shiver through me.

"Give me a bath, Birdy," he whispered again, his lips grazing mine, making my grip on his shirt tighten.

"I've already bathed... I'll get wet again," I mumbled, my lips trembling. He hummed softly, tightening his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. A whimper escaped me, and he smirked before replying.

"Trust me, you won't... not until I touch you."

A gasp slipped from my mouth, and I quickly looked down, my face burning from his shameless words. Suddenly, he lifted me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking in place as he carried me toward the bathroom. He set me down only when we reached the door. Without a word, he began undressing, letting his clothes fall to the floor one by one.

Fully naked, Kian stepped into the bathtub, leaving me unsure of what to do next.

"Wash my hair, Birdy," he commanded, and I nodded obediently. Grabbing the showerhead, I let the water cascade over his dark hair. Once thoroughly wet, I poured shampoo into my hands and massaged it into his scalp. Kian closed his eyes, resting his head against the tub's edge.

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

"Talk to me," he said.

"About what?" I asked, unsure.

"Anything," he replied.

I hesitated, then nervously asked, "Are you... enjoying this?"

He chuckled softly. "Yes, Birdy, I'm loving it." Unconsciously, a small smile tugged at my lips.

His head tilted upwards, our eyes meeting once more. He stared at me for a few moments before softly demanding, "Kiss me."

I nodded, leaning down to press my lips to his. Just as I began moving them gently, the doorbell rang. I pulled back quickly, startled, while Kian's dark eyes followed me, one eyebrow raised.

"I... I should check who it is," I stammered and quickly left the room without waiting for his response.

I hurried downstairs and opened the door to find several men standing there, their heads bowed, holding boxes. Guards stood behind them. The men entered, placed the boxes in the hall, and left without so much as a glance in my direction.

I watched them leave when I suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Turning, I saw Kian coming down the stairs, dressed in a black shirt and pants, a grey coat draped over his arm. I was about to walk toward him, but before I could react, he stormed up to me and slapped me hard across the face.

The force of the blow left me stunned. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at him in shock.

"You showed yourself to them like a whore, didn't you?" he shouted, grabbing my arm roughly. Without waiting for a response, he dragged me to our room and threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Everything happened so fast, I barely had time to process it. And in that moment, I realized...

This is how my married life is going to start...

"You didn't ask for my permission, Crystal," he yelled, and I wanted to scoff, but instead, through my tears, I replied, "I'm sorry... I just thought... because you were bathing..." My voice cracked, and I could hear him go silent for a few moments before responding.

"Stay there and reflect on your actions."

I nodded weakly, whispering, "Okay..." as I clutched my dress tightly, tears silently falling. Biting my lip, I thought to myself:

"This is wrong... I did wrong..."

Not even five minutes passed when I heard the door unlock. I quickly looked toward the opening, my vision blurred by tears. After blinking, my sight cleared, and I saw Kian. My eyes widened, not because I saw him, but because I saw him crying. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself onto me, repeating "sorry, sorry" over and over. I didn't know what to do. My hand automatically went to his hair, stroking it gently.

We both cried loudly in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that... I'm so sorry, Birdy," he kept saying, and I kept crying, clenching his shirt tightly.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, Crystal, but I love you. I love you so much. I don't know how those words left my mouth," he said, grabbing my face with trembling hands. He looked at me with teary eyes before pulling me into another hug, and I let him—unaware that behind my back, he was smirking.

("Lets teach you birdy, about me" kian said while caressing crystal's hair from behind )