𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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Okay, so don't know why but I was hesitant to post this chapter. (Come on, you are freaking 18 years old already.) *Dropping my head on the study table* (Insecurity is my best friend) But I really hope you'll like this chapter and please don't hesitate to tell me if I am wrong at some part. 😅😅

Now without anymore wait, hope you enjoy......

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"Bite" He seems to command me at this point. What does he think he is? Ordering me like this?

"What do you think I am? Your puppet?"

"My little flower" (smirking)

"The hell no. I won't ever."

"Now now, you don't want to otherwise little flower."

"Even after that hit, you have to guts to smile like a madman?"

"What can I do? You have a complete control over me. You gave me a perfect reason to treat you this way, in this first place."

"Then how'd you assume me to react when you're clearly forcing yourself onto me?"

He leaned in towards my ears and in a dangerously deep voice he wishpered,"do not underestimate me, not even for a second, darling or it may destruction for your entire village. If not mine, I'll not let anyone else also, have you."

My eyes widened in shock and fear. Now, I am really helpless, I can't let anything happen to my family and my innocent village, now can I?

"Ar-are you going to....?"

He pulled back his face and said,"not completely if you simply obey me like a good girl."

"You'll go then?"

"I can try."

I closed and taking a deep breath, I bit his index which was near my lips and he pulled back his hand which caused the glove to fall down when I released it and he, with his bare hands, touched my face as if a sculpted statue.

I titled to other side but again, he pulled me head straight and leaned in, kissing me again while his hand reach my back and over the fabric, he started drawing small circles.

All this was happening while his blood was dripping over my face. I closed my eyes and felt a drop falling on my eyelids. How is he not affected by the pain? The blood? Does he not feel any pain? Or is he used to this?

But none of that is my concern because I just have to get over it or rather endure it until, maa and baba come home. God help me please, I don't want them to find about this.

When his hungry tongue came inside my mouth, I had no choice but accept it and don't know what else got into me, I tilted my face to give him more access in it.

I can really feel his smirk when I gave him the access and freely devoured my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues dancing in an unknown rhythm and then his one exploring every part of my mouth, from every tooth to my upper jaw and deep inside where I could almost feel it in my throat.

I am getting out of breath now and my hands are paining as hell with the dagger in my hands but somewhere, I am quite enjoying this too. What in the hell is wrong with me? I never felt like this with any other man. And he is not even an Indian but a Britisher. The one who I should hate and kill any chance I get but look at me.

Enjoying a freaking kiss with a Britisher and not even a normal one but a ruthless psychotic one. The one who is more than ready to hurt the whole village for my sake. And so possessive that I sometimes doubt what if I were lucky in this? But I don't know why, he gave me the dagger? Is he planning to do something with it?