UNWANTED DEVOTION

I AM NOTHING WITHOUT YOU...

Let me inform you again, cuties...

I don't mention rape in my stories...

Now, let's start...

Kian sat beside me in the bathtub as I rested my head softly on his shoulder. His large hands kept removing the slippery flour from my back while mine explored his chest.

A peaceful silence enveloped us; my eyes were cast downward while his remained fixed on me.

"Birdy..." he said in a husky voice.

I hummed softly, looking up at him. He gently placed his lips against mine, nibbling them tenderly. His fingers wove into my hair, curling a small strand.

As his lips slowly detached from mine, his gaze darkened.

"You can't hate me, Birdy..." he whispered, and I heard it clearly. Confused, I wanted to ask a question, but before I could, his lips latched onto my nipple, biting down harshly.

I moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, arching my back, but he wouldn't let me pull away, drawing me closer again and again. His hard crotch ground against my wet pussy, craving nothing but entrance. It was becoming overwhelming, and I needed to stop it.

I tried to push him away softly, but he didn't budge. After much struggle, I finally shoved him away harshly, instantly regretting it when I saw the darkness in his gaze.

His eyes turned red with anger as he grabbed me by the throat, pulling me closer. His dark eyes locked onto my trembling ones.

"You can't push me away from you... never, Birdy. NEVER AGAIN," he said, enunciating each word clearly before suddenly shouting, making me flinch in fear.

"NEVER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he yelled again, and I let out a small cry before responding.

"Y...es..."

He loosened his grip on my neck and pulled me into a hug.

"You can't push me away, Crystal. You can't..." He kept repeating those words, trembling. I couldn't tell if it was anger or fear.

"I am pregnant, Kian. We can't do this... we can't," I replied, tears streaming down my face. His hold tightened around me as he nodded against my neck, and I felt something warm and wet there.

"K...ian, don't," I whispered, and he hummed softly before placing a kiss on my neck.

...

We lay in each other's arms on the bed, Kian's hand caressing my back while mine rested on his chest.

The sound of the movie echoed in the silent room; the film was interesting, but his eyes captivated me more, staring at me with a depth I yearned to understand.

They wanted to speak, and I wanted to hear, but he never let those words out.

"I love you..." Kian said suddenly.

I smiled softly in response before asking, "Why?"

Kian's frown deepened for a moment, but then his expression softened as his hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

His voice was dark, yet there was warmth in it that sent shivers down my spine.

"Why?" he whispered, his breath mingling with mine.

"Because you're the only thing that keeps me from falling apart, Crystal. Every time I look at you, I see everything I've ever wanted, everything I'll never let go. You've been mine from the beginning, even when I didn't deserve you.

And I don't love you because I should—I love you because I can't help it. You're the only thing that can calm the chaos inside me, but you're also the fire that keeps me alive."

His grip tightened slightly, a possessive edge to his touch.

"I've done terrible things to keep you, and I'd do them again. Because without you, there's nothing left of me."

His gaze darkened, though his thumb gently caressed my skin.

"You are my obsession, Crystal. My love for you isn't gentle; it's consuming, raw, and I'd burn the world down if it meant keeping you with me. That's why."

"Why so much to say when it comes to me and so little when it comes to you?" I asked slowly, placing my fingers on Kian's forehead, gently rubbing away the lines of stress.

"Because I don't exist with you, Crystal. There is only you. If there is you, there is no me; it's just you."

He grabbed my fingers and pulled them down near his lips, placing a soft peck on them as he whispered, "I love you, Birdy. I love you so much..."

I nodded, burying my head in his arms. I could hear his heartbeat, which felt peaceful yet tumultuous for my own heart, making it tremble.

...

The next day arrived, and Kian was gone to the office. I finished breakfast and took my pill before immersing myself in housework.

I had just finished the dishes when a chuckle escaped my lips. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit my head. I quickly grabbed my hair, pulling it in an attempt to ease the discomfort, but nothing worked. As the pain began to subside, I looked at the dishes, all done, and felt a wave of confusion wash over me.

"Did I do it?" I asked no one but myself.

I completed all the housework, yet my memories were becoming blurred. I wasn't sure if I had actually done it. I kept going through the motions over and over.

Once exhausted, I allowed myself to rest on the sofa. I was about to close my eyes when the doorbell rang. Slowly, I got up and looked at the small door screen, where I saw Kian's silhouette. I opened the door to find him standing there, his face weary.

I quickly turned to look at the clock; it was six in the evening. Had I been doing all of that for so long? Confusion and bewilderment enveloped me.

"What happened?" Kian asked slowly, stepping closer and placing his chin on my shoulder.

"I think I'm going crazy..." I said with a chuckle. He froze, letting me go, and looked at me with a blank stare.

"I missed you..." he admitted softly.

"I did too..." I whispered. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the sofa, making me sit on his lap. His head nestled into my neck, taking deep breaths.

"I can't live without you, Birdy. I just can't... forgive me." (He whispered those last words too softly to hear, and I didn't fully understand, yet I nodded and said,)

"I can't live without you too, hubby..."

As I said those words, his hold on me loosened. He withdrew from the hug and looked at me with teary eyes.

"Fuck, I love you..." he said, crashing his lips against mine. His wet, slippery saliva coated my lips as he mumbled between kisses that he loved me.

All of this made something flutter inside my heart.