"You know, don't you? That I see through you. Past every sharp word you throw at me, past every defiant look. I see the fear, the fire, and the way you fight against what you feel." He says.
My breathe was shallow, and I was breathing harder than usual.
"Don't flatter yourself, Adrient. Whatever you think you see is your own delusion."I said, trying to deny the feeling that I was having for him.
"Then why are you trembling, chérie? Why do your breaths hitch every time I'm this close?" His hand traces the curve of her jaw, tilting her face upward, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.
"You don't scare me." I said, my voice shaky.
I wasn't scared. I was just consumed.
A low chuckle escapes him, dark and knowing,"Maybe not. But I consume you, don't I?" And here he said it, he knows it. "Just like you consume me. Every waking thought, every restless night. I've tried to stay away, to bury this... obsession. But I can't. And you don't want me to, no matter how hard you fight it."
My voice is barely a whisper now, trembling under the weight of his confession,"You're wrong."
He leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear,"Am I? Then tell me to leave, Elara. Tell me you don't feel it, too."
Silence hangs between us, heavy and electric.I don't push him away. I don't say a word. And that, to him, is the only answer he needs.
Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out.
Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face.
She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his.
His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
Description
Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand.
Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?