Kingdom of isolation - you can't hide

Fifty Two - Dual POVs

Alexander

I never get addicted to anything. I find it to be a weakness and something people use as a crutch to avoid their realities. Marrying Aurora wasn't just a desire, it was a need in the grand scheme of things. A well executed plan that was designed to bolster my rising success in any way it could. Plus, it pissed off a certain titan that I could take his sister away from him and that's all I really wanted.

It's only been a little over two months since I tied the knot with her and things have been smooth sailing on all ends. Business is as usual, rogues keep me busy on nights when I don't have my favourite distraction. While a few anomalies have been thrown my way, it's nothing I can't take care of.

But, I didn't know it was possible to get addicted to something forged out of a necessity. Yet, like a hypocrite, I have become addicted to everything about her—the good, the bad, and the fucking crazy. Like a goddamn addict, I need my fix of her. I have everything I could possibly need—except for her. She's with me, but she's not wholly mine.

I keep telling myself that I just need to fuck her once and get her out of my system, but the truth couldn't be any further. Once won't be enough, I'll become addicted for real. This chaos bearing woman has managed to carve her way into my skin and I don't think I want her to get out. At least, not just yet.

I've left her alone for as long as my self restraint could possibly allow me, giving her space and time to overcome and accept this reality. She can claim to hate me all she wants, call me a monster if it helps her sleep better at night. But the truth is, this is her life. Her destiny has been intertwined with mine and I'll be damned if she tries to refute it.

Her reluctance in doing anything had been a major concern for Ma. According to her, Aurora didn't step foot outside the Stone mansion for the first three weeks. Understandable, given what she had to witness that night.

I've caught her hiding in my office library and closets plenty of time—she likes to leave subtle reminders for me. Every time, I thought about scaring the daylights out of her, but I simply let her be. If she thinks hiding and fucking around with my clothes will keep the reality away from her, she's more naive than she lets on.

I can only assume it must have gotten boring real quick. Ma can only do so much in placating my wife before she starts showing her true colours. If I walk in on another pink piece of upholstery or my socks inside out, I will punch a fucking wall.

Hence why she's here in my LA penthouse, splayed out in my bed just as the sun rises. In hindsight, I shouldn't keep her this close to me. She's my biggest distraction. But lately, I find myself doing things I never imagined I was capable of doing. Like ditching important meetings to catch her off guard at my mirror's birthday party. Now, that was an interesting night. It makes me relentless in pursuing her.

I find myself watching her wherever she goes, wanting to be near her all the time. I want her. I need her. She smells so fucking delicious, it's hard to resist her. So innocent, ready to be corrupted by me. And, when she leans on me in her sleep, cautiousness around me long forgotten, I want to devour her. Her body seeks mine, cuddling her way on top of me—and just as quickly pushing me away when the sun rises.

I study her features as always, shielding her eyes from the sun with my hand. LA weather is far more suited for my little ballerina, she's not shivering all the time. Her breathing is steady, matching my own. Freckles pepper her now sun kissed skin in the most alluring way, I want to lick every single one of them. I want to lick her. Her pouty lips, so enticing that I want to taste her again. Her delicate skin looks ripe for my brand of ruin. She'll suit my marks on her pretty skin.