The Deadly Charm

Part 50 : Obsession Without Reason

When Ekkawat's plane landed in Laos, he could barely wait another second. Every minute apart from Chanya felt like an eternity. There was no logical explanation—just an overwhelming pull. He needed to see her. To touch her. To have her close. His entire being screamed for it, and the only word that made sense in his mind was desire.

He hurried through the airport gates, eyes scanning the crowd, hoping to see her waiting for him. But she wasn't there. It was as if she had purposely made herself elusive—only adding fuel to his craving. Without hesitation, he flagged a taxi and gave the driver the address of the hotel where she was staying.

As the car drove through the streets of Laos, his thoughts drifted—no, fixated—on Chanya. Her alluring body. The way her laugh curled at the end, mischievous and magnetic. Those eyes, smoldering with secrets. He'd never wanted anyone this much, and the intensity frightened him... but not enough to stop.

When he arrived at the hotel, Ekkawat all but leapt from the taxi. He stormed through the lobby, ignoring the curious glances of the reception staff as he demanded her room number. There was no time for shame or courtesy—he needed her, now.

He stepped into the elevator, each passing floor only making his heart beat faster. When he reached her room, he paused for just a moment. Took a breath. Tried to steady himself. But it was futile. The yearning inside him refused to be ignored.

He knocked. And waited.

When the door opened, there she stood—draped in a barely-there nightgown, her body glowing with temptation. Ekkawat's gaze locked onto her, ablaze with desire.

"You came so fast, I—mmph...!"

Before she could finish, he surged forward, pressing her onto the bed without a word. His lips found hers, urgent and burning. He was driven by something wild—some force beyond logic. He needed her, and he couldn't wait another second.

Chanya felt the intensity of him—his need, his dominance—but she didn't resist. Her body, still recovering from her ordeal with Yongsan, ached under his weight, but the thrill of being desired so desperately pushed her to respond.

"W-Wait, slow down..." she murmured, feigning protest.

Quack quack!

He tore her nightgown open and threw it aside, ignoring her voice entirely. His mouth descended upon her chest, and his hands explored her with a desperation that sent shivers through her. Every kiss, every bite, was laced with a hunger he didn't even try to hide.

Chanya moaned, her breath faltering as he moved lower—claiming her completely.

Their cries of pleasure echoed through the room, blending into a symphony of heat and desire. Nothing could stop them now. Not even time.

Two days and nights passed.

Ekkawat didn't let her rest. Over and over, he took her—obsessively, relentlessly—until her body trembled under the weight of it. Every time she thought he would stop, he pulled her back in again.

Her body, still not recovered from Yongsan's touch, now endured Ekkawat's relentless hunger. She felt like she might break. And yet, she welcomed it.

Because in that chaos, in that exhaustion, was power.

The way he looked at her. The way he needed her. It gave her strength.

And when the long hours finally faded and he collapsed beside her, breathless and drenched in sweat, he turned to her with eyes full of helpless devotion.

"Chanya... I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about you. I need you... forever."

She smiled faintly.

The spell is working, she thought.

Ekkawat was under her power now. But deep inside, she knew this was only the beginning. Keeping him tethered to her would require more than lust. The path ahead was still long... and dangerously thrilling.

A New Discovery – Nattarinee

One soft morning, sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains into Teerathep's bedroom. Nattarinee stirred beside him, still feeling the warmth of his body. His breathing was slow and steady—still fast asleep.

But her heart... was not at ease.

Slipping out of bed carefully, she tiptoed toward the bathroom, avoiding waking him. Something tugged at her chest—a subtle unease she could no longer ignore.

In the quiet of the bathroom, memories flooded her. The past three months had passed in a blur of heat and chaos after Karnrawee's downfall. Teerathep had taken her in every chance he got, his passion wild and consuming.

And in that storm, she'd forgotten something... important.

Her breath caught.

Three months...

She hadn't had her period in three months.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Nattarinee's pulse quickened. Doubt. Worry. Shock. All crashed into her at once.

"No way..." she whispered.

But the doubt lingered. Heavy. Inevitable.

Without hesitation, she got dressed and headed to the nearest pharmacy, her nerves tightening with every step. When she returned home, pregnancy test in hand, she locked herself in the bathroom again—hands trembling.

Rip. Dip. Wait.

And then...
Two lines.

Pregnant. Two months.

She stared at the test, frozen. A thousand emotions collided—fear, wonder, disbelief.

"...Shit. What now?"