A Loveless Alliance

Chapter - 77 (Burning for us)

SIDDHARTH'S POV

The way Myra looked at me had to be my last straw. My jaw hardened, so did my grip on her belly and the heat that had trapped us still in that position edged to turn into a fire.

And then when she smiled, a little too carelessly, I felt a little too close to heaven and everything around me seemed like a dream.

It had to be.

I frowned, the question felt absolutely ridiculous in my mind but I still asked.

"Did you drink?"

It couldn't be. She hated even the very smell of anything remotely alcoholic. That was the only reason I got a bottle of wine custom made to smell like- wait! F-

"The strawberry juice?" She muttered with a tiny frown, like fumbling through an already vague memory.

My lips parted as the realisation dawned on me, hitting me like a lightning strike.

The thunder of this night seemed to have no plan of settling down anytime soon if she continued with that drowsy smile and those watery eyes drenching me in all kinds of feels by just staring my way; gazing at me as if I meant something more than I could ever dare to give myself credit for.

"Pearl.." Only her name managed to escape the thousands of the swirling emotions inside me because only that sole word made sense to me at that moment.

Myra blinked slowly, as if she wanted to capture my face and store the image somewhere in the depth of the most terrifyingly beautiful oceans she had for eyes.

That one lazy movement felt like a dagger, sliding down my heart, taking its sweet time to draw blood.

It was she who was out of her inhibitions yet I seemed to be one weaving illusions, a reality where she was looking at me like I looked at her.

A dream yet so cruel, it pricked worse than a nightmare.

"Steady yourself." Steel melted in my voice as I pulled her up with my eyes staring at the floor. It was the only way I could guard myself, keep my sanity from flowing away in the brown of her eyes.

Myra held onto my shoulders for support, her fingers burning holes in the thin fabric of my shirt. I momentarily closed my eyes, a dull yet constant ache in my chest tightened my jaw.

"God, pearl.." I pleaded through gritted teeth, almost begged, as I clenched my toes to stand still when Myra forwarded herself, sliding her fingers from my shoulders to my nape leisurely; as if she had all the time in the world, without a care regarding my heart that was about to burst in multiple flaming pieces.

The way that little touch affected me, I should have marks of fingers on my shoulders.

My eyes were still shut because looking at her while she leaned onto me like that was a test I couldn't afford to fail but knew couldn't pass either even with all the power in the world combined.

But fuck, I was just a man. A man insanely, hopelessly, carelessly in love with her.

So when myra wrapped her arms around my neck, locked her fingers behind, I slipped.

Slipped like control was a foreign word, like chains were meant only for animals, and leaned down, wrecking myself in the adobe of her tangled hair.

I took a deep breath as if I was starving for air, my nose merely an inch away from her neck as I inhaled.

My wife's yet somehow forbidden, her scent, that sweet poison, had to be more intoxicating than the wine she had.