Forcedly Yours [R-18]

Chapter 37: Leyton's POV

The past few months have been a rollercoaster for Kristina and me. Maybe probably even more so for my Kristina. I always had a deep inkling that our relationship would never be easy, especially for her.

For me? I would be more than willing to repeat every-fucking-thing right from the very start. Despite wanting to do some things differently, I'd be more than delighted to relive every moment with my wife again and again.

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. In fact, a lot more than I can count with both my hands and feet combined.

When I was four years old, I burned my cousin's favorite toy truck. Not because I was jealous, but because he kept on making me play with him with it. When he cried, I didn't feel anything. I was an asshole,e even as a child.

When I was eight years old, a classmate told me I was heartless for making Samantha cry repeatedly. I had his father transferred to the province. He was a head engineer. I must have been a shitty kid because I secretly laughed at said classmate's misery. The next morning, he transferred schools.

When I was sixteen years old, I took Samantha's virginity and left her soon after, with her virgin blood still dripping from her legs. I didn't look back. In my defense, she begged and begged even after I refused her a thousand times.

The list goes on. My mother once told me I was disturbed as a child and had a difficult time building any sort of relationship with anyone. She was overjoyed when she thought I got 'better' in my teenage years.

She thought sending me to boarding school in New Zealand worked. She thought I was no longer the sociopath and asshole everybody told me I was. She couldn't be more wrong.

What I developed, however, is an obsessive behavior. I guess it's safe to say that being obsessive, and an asshole is not a good combination. I conquered and won without caring for anyone's feelings.

When I wanted something, I would put all of my energy into it.
I was promoted to Vice-president at a young age in our company not because I was the owner's son but because I got obsessed with earning the position.

You see, I was never normal. I couldn't do things the way other people do. I got obsessed and would never stop until I got what I wanted. No matter what it takes.

What I didn't like, however, was girls. I always find them too needy and clingy. I especially don't like them when they think they are capable of changing me after a night of fun.

I never particularly liked anyone. Not even when I was surrounded by wealthy and pretty girls in high school and college. Not when they started trying to catch my eyes when I became one of the leaders in my father's company.

Not until that one fateful day in that hospital. Nothing could have prepared me for the teenage girl with a messy ponytail, looking so forlorn in the middle of the hospital hallway like the world was on her shoulder. And when her eyes met mine? I felt a switch inside me. I couldn't stay away even if I tried. I couldn't fucking comprehend how that one encounter could alter my life altogether. It didn't even matter that she was a kid. A fucking teenager.

Kristina is strong. She's stronger than I thought she would be. I like her claws, but I loved every bit of her delicate side much more. She's brave enough to love a twisted man like me and I'm so addicted to her, I couldn't think sometimes.

I love her even more these days, too. I didn't think it was possible to feel even more for her, but here I am, so maddeningly in love with my wife. I love the flushed look on her face every time we made love. I loved how she would try her very best to stare at my face when I came inside her, in fact, I love it so fucking much I had to see it again and again.