Slowly he moved back, his eyes now red with rage, and his palms, which were resting on my thighs earlier, moved up and gripped my waist tightly.
“Indeed, the only thing that I can’t give you is freedom. You are mine until your last breath. You have to remove that word from your dictionary” he retorted, his hold on my waist growing even firmer as if he had no intention of letting go.
“I would prefer fighting till my last breath than to submit to you. Why don’t you accept the fact that I am not a property to claim?” I asked in his own tone.
I knew at the moment that I was in his embrace and the could do whatever he wanted yet I was playing with fire. He had just brought me out of the dungeon, where he could again push me back but the frustration and anger in me were not ready to give in. Not yet.
“You became my property the day I purchased you” he countered, his words filled with bitterness.
“I am ready to pay you the amount at which you purchased me, just leave me” I protested.
“And I am ready to pay ten times that amount, just to keep you with me” he came back.
Suddenly he leaned down and captured my lips in a deep, hungry, and passionate kiss, as if he wanted to seal his words with it.
His hand came up to keep my skull in place when I struggled. Curling his fingers in my wet strand, he pulled it down and he bit my lower lip at the same time. He was so harsh in his move that I screamed and he dipped his tongue inside my mouth, taking up the opportunity.
He kicked every corner of my mouth and searched for my tongue. He sucked on it as if it were some candy while one of his hands dropped down to grip my bosom, which made he sequeal and gave him even more access to my mouth.
He fed on my mouth. His possessiveness and the beastly way he kissed and treated my body always left me scared. He loses his control and doesn’t care if he is hurting me.
In such situations, his inner beast overpossesses him every time.
The more I struggled, the deeper he kissed me.
It seems like this battle is not going to end soon because neither of us is ready to back down. It was a power struggle, a clash between freedom and possession, and I couldn’t predict how it would end.
“You are mine, Tereso, and I will never let you go”
He claimed my mouth once again, as his beast was until not looking satisfied.
Suddenly my stomach churned, which broke the moment and he pulled back. Because there was silence in the bathroom, he also heard that.
I was panting heavily as if I had just run a marathon, while he was standing calm and quiet as if he was not practically eating me just a moment before.
“Let’s get you something to eat” he said.
He then look a step back and, taking my hand in his, brought me out of the bathroom. My legs were still trembling and he brutal kiss only made my body shudder even more. But he didn’t leave my hand even once, giving me support all the way.
His double personality always pricks my heart.
He helped me sit on the dressing table while he called Grace to bring the food to the room.
As I settled into the seat, I realised that my hair was still damp from the bath and that I needed a blow dryer. I began searching for it, only to be taken by surprise as Ansell appeared behind me with the blow dryer in his hand.
Before I could protest, he plugged it in and started drying my hair. His eyes were focused on his work, while my eyes were on him, looking through the mirror.
There was something strangely intimate about the moment _hus caring for me in such a mundane way, as if we were a normal couple. The focus and dedication with which he was doing it seemed like he had been waiting for this moment or manifesting it all these years.
I would have fallen for him harder if he had shown only this side of his personality. I am sure he is doing all this because he is guilty of what he did to me in the dungeon out of anger. And I am sure of one more thing: he will return to his devilish self soon. One wrong move from me and I am gone.
“Don’t look at me like that” he said without glancing at me even for once. “You will fall in love with me”..”That will never happen now” I replied.
“I couldn’t care less if it does or doesn’t” he replied, his words heavy with indifference. “You are going to have to look at this face for the rest of your life”
“I would rather go blind” I scoffed.
His hand stopped all of a sudden as he heard me. He looked up at me through the mirror. His hand pause was brief, but it spoke volumes.
“What? Weren’t you the one who threatened to cut off my legs and toes?” I challenged him, a hint of defiance lacing my tone, when I saw the he was taken aback by my words as if I had said something new.
“But I didn’t do it. And that was in a fit of thing to do in anger.
“Yes, one day you will do something like that in your anger” I rolled my eyes.
“Indeed ” his reply, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. “If you ever try something like that again m, I won’t hesitate ” his jaw clenched tightly and his fist tightened around the dryer.
I knew it.
He is only pretending all this but in reality, he is a monster.
I decided not to argue with him anymore because it was of no use. I averted my gaze.
Grabbing a comb, he started collecting my hair in his fist as if he intended to make a ponytail.
My eyes flicked to him once again. In college, he never liked me making a ponytail and always insisted on keeping my hair open and I believe this was one of the reasons why he stole all my rubber bands then why he is doing it now?
“Because I don’t want you to get bothered because of those bangs on your eyes” he answered with an invoices question.
He grabbed a rubber band and started making the ponytail.
“Also, I never liked any boy staring at this beautiful neck of yours”
A smirk touched his lips, and his finger trailed down my neck, leaving a tingling sensation whenever he touched.
“That’s why I always asked you to keep your hair open, to hide your tempting beauty, which was and is exclusively for me” he said, licking his lips.
“And you ruined that neck on the very first night ” The words came out of my mouth on their own and his hands came to a halt, along with his gaze locking with mine.
Though the marks on my skin have faded, the wounds on my heart are still fresh.
Slowly, he turned around the chair , making me face him. I looked directly into his eyes without any fear.
Why should I be scared when every word that I have just said is true.
“Don’t remind me of the deeds of your wretched brother or I won’t mind ruining you too!” I could see the beast in his eyes once again.
The intensity with which he spoke those words shuddered me to the core.
He threatened and leaned forward but before he could do anything, I was saved by a gentle knock on the door.