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Chapter 12- Nicholas Blackthorn- Misconception I

Tears trailed down her rain kissed face silently merging with the salty drops falling from above. An uncomfortable sensation settled in the pit of my stomach as the door to a bundle of unwanted feelings opened within. 

I stood there paralyzed from what was befolding in front of me. I didn't know how to react for I had never seen a woman cry before. Allow me to rephrase that. I had never seen real tears in the conniving eyes of a woman. 

A cry as soft as a feather escaped from her parted lips and I had this compelling urge to circle her in my arms. To hold her tight. To whisper condoling words in ear while gently caressing her back. To-

Giving my head a violent shake, I let go of my hand on her arm and just stared at her.

"Wife-" I tried calmly.

"I-I am sorry, Prince Nicholas. I was just going to go back I--" I cut her off by enveloping her in my arms. Mortified by my inexplicable behaviour, my 'wife' stiffened. Her rigid yet velvety curves moulded with my body perfectly. It surprised me once again how right it felt to have this woman so close to me. To have our bodies interwined together. A sigh as raw and lustful as a hungry tiger broke out from me.

I wanted her.

And why not..? I was her husband...she belonged to me and solely to me.

'If you hurt her Nicholas, I will forget that you and I were once brothers...'  My 'brother's' words of warning rang through my head. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was as innocent as she looked. Maybe I was a bit harsh on her-

Finally relaxing, her hold on me tightned. Her breathing calmed and she nuzzled closer. Her forehead rested on my shoulder. Her breath tickled my neck. Her chest crushed against mine-

To hell with what Devlyn said! I grunted.

"Dakota." My voice was husky with arousal combined with something else I did not want to contemplate further upon.

Startled, she pushed me away as realization finally dawned upon her. 

"I am so s-sorry! I-I did not mean to...lean..on you like that.." Fear and vulnerability swam in her abysmal violet depths as she pleaded with me. 

Her scared words instigated a terribly guilty and stubborn throb in my heart. I found myself cursing  for the way I had previously treated her. Something I had never done before. 

"It's alright, wifey." she flinched at the coldness of my voice. I gritted my teeth condemning myself for being such a bastard. "Don't be afraid Dakota. I will not hurt you..." I think.

She sneezed in response and I couldn't help but smile at they way her whole face down to the tip of her nose contorted in process. It was cute...there was no other way to describe it. 

"Perhaps we should go inside. It is quite cold out here." In a heartbeat, I took her hand in mine and guided her back to the Main Palace. To her room. To our room. As expected, my subtle wife allowed me to guide her without any questions or prostestions. 

"You will catch a cold if you don't dry yourself soon, wifey." Once inside, I made her sit down on the rocking chair in my personal study adjoining our room and went to the closet. "No, sit there." I shook my head as she got up. "I'll get your change of clothes...it is warmer here...so stay put and dry yourself with the towel."

"Um...alright...?" she sat back down a little uncertain by my sudden change in attitude. I was unsure myself.

I had never forced myself on a woman before. In fact, it was usually the other way around. But with Dakota it was different. I still remeber that night when she stared at me with pity. It literary drove me crazy. Completely blinded by rage, I had torn her thin dress and before I realized what was happening, I had done more than I had initially planned. I probably would have done more if I hadn't steeled myself against the 'untouched' temptation and walked away. 

I was stupid to play with fire in the first place. I should have stayed away from her. Kept my cynical distance like planned. Ignored her existance until she got bored and decided to leave. I had done none of this. Nothing. 

I had once again given in to a woman. By letting her into my life, I was making sweet love with danger. Very alluring danger. Yanking a random dress out of the hanger, I walked back to my study annoyed by my train of thoughts. I stopped in my tracks and stared at her. Just gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity.

"Dakota?"

She was asleep. Her wide violet eyes were concealed behind her thick dark lashes. Her roughly dried strands were scattered around her heart shaped face like shimmering lights. Her full lips were parted as she exhaled softly. A few rain drops had left glimmering trails down the curve of her neck and continued downwards. She looked like a goddess. So innocent yet seductive. So poised yet nervous. So slender yet strong. So--

Breaking out of my momentary trance, I picked her up and took her to bed . I genty laid her down and devoured her with my  eyes for the millionth time.

Lifting her up a bit, I unzipped her pink gown and tugged it off her shoulders. The silk slid off on its own and pooled around her waist. Even though she was wearing a singlet underneath, my heart stirred with excitement. Pure, primal excitement.

But in a blink of an eye, arousal gave way to anger. There were blue marks on her shoulder. Scratch marks caused by...me? Me. Who else could it be? I thought of the way I had lost control of myself that night. An enraged shudder broke through my body.

What the hell have I done?! 

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Hey guys!

Well, this chapter is divided into 2...I do not know y but it just is ;p

Hopefully, this was way better than the last chapter x)

It's just an 'awww' moment.

Don't worry, Nicholas has NOT turned soft towards Dakota just yet...you'll see ;)

I hope u enjoyed this even if this piece was more of  a filler...

A beautiful song on the side!

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