Cynthia Dion: His lips were so smooth against mine that I was not only startled but also immobilized. My body seemed to have been wanting the sensation and comfort for a very long time. I admit that I didn’t want him to end the kiss, and that’s what I hate myself for.I adored the way he tasted and the way he held my other hand while holding my back with a gentle arm around it.He even made a moaning sound while sliding his lips slowly over mine, which further mesmerized me. I let him gently suck my lips, taking the nectar from my lips into his mouth, before a name popped into my head.The memory of what happened on the very first day of my marriage, combined with the thought of his name, was enough to drive a wedge between us.Mr. Holt!When that name crossed my mind, my eyes snapped open. Atticus was the reason I had to endure living with an abuser for the sake of my physical and mental well-being. He looked surprised when I pushed him away, my palms against his firm chest."You ar
Cynthia Dion: Once we got back home, I reunited with my overly concerned husband. The guards must've informed him about what they witnessed when I left school to sit in Atticus' car. Mr. Holt was already standing in the parking lot, eagerly awaiting my return."Cynthia! What happened to you, my lovely wife?" Mr. Holt's voice seemed rather contrived. He hurried over, calling my name, and gently held my arms and face in his hands. Mr. Holt and I chatted as Atticus stood beside us, observing."Eh! I'm okay," I mumbled, but when I tried to free myself from his grasp, he just tightened his hold on my cheeks."What happened to her?" Mr. Holt asked Atticus this time, as if he were some kind of security guard assigned to protect me."Did someone bully her?" Mr. Holt bombarded Atticus with all these questions, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his feigned concern."I won a ticket to the contest today," just talking about what happened on the practice field earlier brought a slight smile
Cynthia Dion: "Atticus!" His name slipped from my lips in a desperate plea, though my intention was to caution him to step back from me."Yes? Do you have something on your mind?" He used his deep voice to address me, making me aware of how close he had come. His voice was right by my ear. As he started to lift my shirt, I clenched my lower lip and shut my eyes. Before I finally decided to push him away, his cold finger gently touched the area around my injured skin. I shifted to the side, withdrew my hands, and pulled my top down before turning to face him."You don't want me to use this medicine on your injuries?" he inquired, a smirk on his lips as he took the medicine from me."You know you can simply shift and heal. That will be much easier for you. Why bother with applying this medicine? Your hands can't even reach your back," he said nonchalantly, then hopped onto the bed, sitting upright and fixing his gaze on me."I have wolfbane in my system," I fibbed, but that was my only
Cynthia Dion: In a matter of seconds, he had taken off my school’s shirt. Despite wearing a white bra, I covered my breasts with my hands as if I were naked. I was a little reserved because it was the first time I had been this open to him.Before he placed his icy palm on my exposed back, there was a noticeable lag in his body movement, which caused me to flinch a little. He touched my entire back, and I gasped as I felt him gradually unbuckle my bra.I gulped, but didn’t complain. My body was shuddering as he ran his hands under my arms, gently grabbing my boobs from the side.However, I was still holding the bra over my boobs from the front. I was beginning to feel a little tingly sensation between my legs from the way his hands were gently squeezing them from the side.Thankfully, he pulled his hands back and then applied some more medicine to my back this time.After finishing the whole process, he held the bra strap, and I expected him to buckle it up, but he didn’t. Instead of
Cynthia Dion:"Arghhhhhh!" I screamed when he bit my nipple. Soon after hearing me cry, he gently licked my tits to calm me down.I moaned when he gently kissed my cleavage and ran up to pass kisses all over my mark.He stopped when his phone kept ringing in his back pocket. He raised his face and watched my lips for a few seconds before he answered the call. He didn’t get off me; his eyes were still wandering on my face."What happened, Maleeka?" he inquired, and soon his expression shifted, a slight frown creasing his face."What?" He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw.I noticed he shifted his body slightly, creating space between us."I'll handle everything. Please don't cry, alright?" His voice lost some of its spark after the call.He ended the call and, without wasting a moment, he moved away from me and leaped out of the bed.I sensed that something had occurred, so I followed him, grabbing a gray hoodie from the closet.He paced around nervously, his hand raking through his h
Cynthia Dion: "Fuck!" Atticus yelled as he pushed me onto the bed, then threw a punch in the air before tossing the decor piece at the mirror. It shattered into pieces while Atticus began walking away from me."You're one disgusting person," he yelled, making me instinctively cover my body with my hands. I couldn’t believe myself in that moment."You even let me into this bed with you. You're not even loyal to the man you're stealing from my sister?" He laughed sarcastically."It's very sad, you know," he paused in the doorway and muttered, "the fact that I came here to be with you when you clearly want to hurt my sister. I shouldn't have been in bed with someone who isn't even faithful to her husband. You disgust me, and I truly am a spineless alpha."His voice quivered, but since he didn't turn around, I couldn't tell if he was crying. He walked out of the room, and I was left in tears."Fuck!" I cursed in tears, "They deceived me," I yelled, as I couldn't fathom how my fingerprint
Cynthia Dion: I stood there in confusion, watching her face and getting worried."Huh?" she nearly shouted before bursting into laughter. "I'm just kidding," she said, slapping her head, and then her expression shifted."Y---," I stuttered, but she had already stopped laughing and pranking me."I'm really glad you came home," she exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement until she noticed my expression and frowned. "Did that happen in the game today?" she inquired, and I had to fib to her."Yes," I muttered."Come in; you'll catch a cold," she stepped aside and welcomed me inside. Once I was indoors, she embraced me tightly, despite the pain from my bruise, I returned the hug willingly. Her arms were a source of comfort to me. After we let go, I moved ahead, and she lingered behind to shut the door. I presume that's when she noticed my back."Cynthia!" Her gasp made me turn around, concerned about what had happened."Do you realize you're bleeding from your back?" She asked, pa
Cynthia Dion: "What on earth?" I rubbed my hand over my mark and grumbled under my breath.I thought my cardigan might have stained it because it looked somewhat purplish, but it wouldn't come off. It was as if instead of getting better, It kept getting worse and paining a lot. Of course, it was infected since I hadn't transitioned, and now I was marked.I left the bathroom and went to Flora's room, where she was waiting with some snacks and drinks."Flora, thank you so much for all this, but I don't think I can eat it all. I'm extremely exhausted. Can I take a short nap first?" I inquired, feeling a bit guilty because she seemed excited to spend time with me. However, I was worn out and quite drowsy."Of course, please rest," she looked so concerned for me."Where's my mattress?" I asked."You can sleep here in the bed. I'm doing my homework anyway, and later I'll pull out the mattress for myself," she replied, removing the tray from the bed and motioning for me to sit down.She not