UNWANTED DEVOTION

PERFECT FOR HIM..

The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent hall along with murmuring.

A man, wearing a blue surgical mask and a white coat, held a file. He was accompanied by a few nurses, some walking behind him and others beside him.

The man had been tortured for a very long time; his hands were cut off, his limbs broken, his skin peeled while still alive, and his face completely destroyed.

"Did the police find anyone who can recognize him?" the doctor asked.

"No, sir. The search is still ongoing," one of the nurses said.

"The body is already decomposing. What should we do?"

"What did the police say?" the doctor asked.

"They said, now that we have the reports, we can proceed with cremating the body."

The doctor hummed.

The door to the mortuary opened, and a dark aura surrounded him, mixed with the cold, damp air.

The doctor walked toward one of the beds and pulled back the white cloth covering the body, and his face immediately went pale.

The body's entire face was pierced with shards of glass that had gone through to the bone. His face had been beaten with a heavy object, destroying all his features.

It was horrifying and disgusting at the same time.

Crystal's POV

I checked Kian's fever before letting out a sigh of relief. Thank God it finally went down. I gently moved his arm away from me and slipped out of his hold.

Once free, I walked into the bathroom, freshened up a little, and then made my way to the hall to do some laundry.

I picked up all the clothes that hadn't been washed and placed them in the washing machine. After that, I went into the kitchen to prepare something for Kian. When all the things was done, I took the tray upstairs and walked towards our bedroom, only to see Kian awake and searching for something.

"Kian..." I said.

He turned around and asked with a stern face, "Where were you?"

"Food..." I said softly, cursing myself for stuttering after hearing his deep voice. I walked towards him and placed the tray on the table, picking up the plate and serving the food. He ate quietly, and I just sat there looking at him.

Once he was done, I picked up the plate and gave him water. After he finished drinking, I placed it back on the tray and was about to walk out when Kian's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Birdy..."

His voice turned so dark, deep, and dominating that my legs felt weak.

"Y-yes?" I whispered.

"Come here," he replied, pointing his finger and gesturing for me to come closer.

I gulped hard and walked toward him with slow steps. When I reached him, he took the tray from my hands and placed it back on the table.

He repositioned himself on the bed comfortably, sitting while staring at me with his dark brown eyes. His gaze demanded nothing but submission.

His eyes slowly traveled up and down my body, and I squirmed in place, trying not to give in.

His eyes were undressing me, piece by piece, until I felt completely exposed under his gaze.

"Strip," he demanded suddenly, and I flinched before nodding my head.

His gaze never left me as I dropped my clothes one by one onto the floor.

When I was fully naked, he lifted one finger and traced my curves in the air slowly. His finger moved from my neck to my shoulder, down my waist, over my hips, and down to my legs until it reached my feet.

Even though he wasn't touching me, I could feel his large hands caressing my body. My legs slowly began rubbing against each other softly.

"Don't move, Birdy," he said sternly.

"Kian..." I whimpered.

He slowly took my hand in his palm and kissed it softly, leaving a burning sensation there.

Then, with a jerk, he pulled me towards him. His hand traveled up to my neck and caressed it in the same way he had traced my figure in air with his finger.

Slowly, his hand moved down my shoulder and circled around my breast.

I breathed heavily with every motion. His fingers traveled down my waist, and then his whole hand replaced his fingers, giving my thigh a harsh squeeze before pulling back.

His eyes focused on the spot where his hand had left a red print, and he groaned in pleasure.

His hand quickly moved to my waist, sliding to the other side, pulling me closer. His face pressed against my breasts, rubbing them with his cheek. I whimpered, distracted, when he suddenly pushed a large finger inside me.

I moaned loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure as he groaned my name.

"Fuck, Crystal, you're perfect for me."

His finger moved in and out again and again, making my legs tremble with every motion. My eyes rolled back in pleasure. His teeth caught one of my nipples and bit it harshly before pulling it toward him, making my body arch.

"DON'T," he shouted, pulling me back toward him. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and biting over and over. I was about to come when he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear before thrusting himself inside me.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed alone. My whole body was aching, and Kian had gone to get water since I was thirsty. I looked at the clock-it was two in the night. I closed my eyes as I felt my strength fading. I was about to drift off when he came back, gently lifting me so I could drink the water before laying me back down.

He walked towards the cabinet and took out his laptop, and I frowned.

"Won't you sleep, hubby?" I asked, my voice groggy.

He smirked after hearing my sleepy voice.

Seeing that smirk, I quickly hid myself under the bedsheet, covering my face as I blushed furiously beneath it.

"Got some work, Birdy. But you should rest-you need it," he said, and I could hear the teasing tone in every word.

I hummed in response and peeked out from under the blanket, closing my eyes again. Kian sat beside me on the bed with his laptop in hand.