[ IN WHICH SHE WILL LIVE WITH SO MANY REGRETS ]“Start speaking.” My skin easily gets irritated by the feel of his breath on my neck. It is warm and I can feel trickles of his spit falling onto the back of my neck. I shiver intensely in disgust as he continues to hold me down against his front, securing me a little tighter than necessary. “I said, start speaking.” He gives me a little jostle. “I am certain you can understand me, kotik. Staying quiet will not make things easier for you. It will only rile me up. I demand an answer.” Kotik. I know that nickname anywhere. I have mingled with a lot of people as I travelled to different countries. One of the many times I visited Russia, I learned a few words and their meanings, and one of the few words I picked up was Kotik. It means ‘kitten’. Котик (Kotik) So, from this, I can tell that the vampire king had been a Russian in his past life, before joining Alkhemi. And this also means that his formation is similar to Atlas. He was once a
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS REGRETS ]My head buzzes in shock. Blood continuously pours out from the hole in Darius’ chest. My hands grow cold. The temperature in the throne room had dropped the second the King dropped to the ground. It was like he had been the one keeping the Castle alive. The fire torches also died the minute Rome's claws ripped the King's heart out. Now, a scary cloud of darkness has come to surround and taunt us. The only source of light is the familiar soft glow from the evening sky. I hadn’t even realized that night had fallen over the land. Traveling down to Vrys took almost four hours. I wonder how I do not feel drained from riding on a horse for that long. But how could I worry about that now? That is the last thing I care about. The Vampire King and the possible implications that his death could cause are the two things on my mind. My eyes stay glued on the lifeless King at my feet.My jaw starts to ache from hanging them wide open in shock. The muscles in my legs
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS REGRET ]NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — I am hurt. But Rome doesn't appear hurt. Rather, he appears angry. “You didn't think that I had been waiting months for you, did you?” I glare back at him. “And I didn't think you were a scum.”“Oh.” He almost laughs. “Now, I am a scum?”“Yes, Rome. You have always been a scum. If you had other sexual relationships, I sure as hell did not need to know about them.” “I thought you knew.” “No, I did not!” I fire right back.He almost laughs. He fails to analyze the dark shadow that falls across my face. “So, what? You thought I had been sitting patiently in a chair, waiting for you?”“Just be quiet, Rome.” I struggle to refocus my attention on the lifeless King. “We need to find a way to sort this out.” “No.” Rome yanks my body towards him. I push him off of me. “This conversation is ended. Now, we talk about how we make sure Darius' death does not cause problems for us.”He pulls me towards him again. “I could care less about the
warning: this chapter is labelled mature for it contents elements of bdsm practice. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH HE REVEALS A PART OF HIMSELF ]ROME'S P.O.V —“Where are you taking me?” At the sound of her disconcerted voice, I stop pulling her behind me. I pause in my tracks for a moment, and I turn to stare at her. She shifts, foot to foot, rubbing her left wrist; the wrist I had previously been holding. A subtle feeling of shame falls over me. I hadn't known I had been gripping her hard. I didn't mean to cause her discomfort or pain. All I had meant to do was show her a special room inside of my Mansion — a special room that only I had accessed to. But of course, I had been excited and nervous, also a little scared. Maybe that is why I had gripped her that tightly. I was afraid that she might run from me once she saw the room; once she saw the other side of me.I am still afraid, but I manage to say, “I want to show you something.”“Hate to break it you, but I do not
warning: mentions and practices of bdsm. viewer discretion is advised.[ IN WHICH HE IS DOMINANT ]ROME'S P.O.V — My sexual nature is different from the others. I have been aware of this 'sexual nature' ever since I got my first hard-on. And I have explored the very depths of this unique sexual nature of mine with multiple girls, and it did bring me pleasure. Lots of pleasure. My first time had been glorious. Stars danced around my eyes the minute I released all the pent-up arousal. My wolf growled, immersed in sexual bliss. It had been beyond amazing, no word I knew of could describe what it felt like. But the thing is, with Faye, that sexual bliss multiplied. She was my mate, and she still is. Each moan that exited her lips sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. And each moan of pain as I whipped her ass made me thirst for more. The breath from her soft lips burned my skin. Her sensual touch made my skin burn up as well. She was magical. And there is no doubt that she will b
warning: sexual content ahead. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS SUBMISSIVE ]NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —Pain shoots up my ass as Rome lands his first hit.I let out a yelp, surprised by how fast he had gotten into action. I am still amazed to find that Rome is very much into BDSM. Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I have heard tons of stories and now, I am about to experience it first-hand. I have surprised myself by being immensely turned on by this. I like the idea of being tied and pleased. Who wouldn't?And this makes me wonder... did Faye ever see this side of Rome? She must have. Where is she? Isn't she going to scream in my head and try to stop me from relaxing into Rome's pleasing touch? The only time I wish to hear from her, she is silent. I bet she cannot bring herself to echo voices in my mind at such an intimate moment. My thoughts are disrupted when another smack is sounded in the air. The pain comes seconds after the hit. Pa
[ IN WHICH SHE DOES NOT ENTER THE RED ROOM ]“Shh,” Rome silences me. And I can tell he has an idea of what I was about to say. He has one arm around me, clasping my naked body to him. I feel his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. Then, his hands finally come up to the blindfold. He unties it. Light floods into my irises, making them sting. So, I blink several times to get used to the light in the room. Once my eyes have adjusted, I see his handsome face hovering above me. He’s staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment, or maybe it’s forever. “Once I am done with you, then you will know who you truly belong to.” Kiss me, damn it! I implore him, but I can’t move. My hands are still tied above my head. As if noticing my annoyance, he reaches his hand up and loosens the tie around my hands. Now my hands are free. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, his gaze
[ IN WHICH SHE RUNS FROM ROME ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — I am supposed to get up and leave Rome. That is the right thing to do. I now have the chance to turn all the wrong things to good.However, there is something weird. After plotting all of this with Luca — the meanest of the seven deadly sins — Rome is willing to let me go? It does not add up. Something is wrong and yet, I cannot place my finger on it. What if this is also another trap? I do not know who to trust anymore. No, I know who to trust: the voice in my head telling me to run from him. What I mean is, I do not think I can ever trust Rome. I cannot. There is nothing to think about here. The final is, I cannot trust Rome; I never will.Is it guilt that he feels? Is that why he has decided to let go of me? Has he finally accepted that I will never be his? Has he finally accepted that Sin will always have me? Or is it the creation of the blood bond that has made him accept all of this? Did he come to his senses after he had rea