Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90.

"I don’t need you to love me Zane " she says, tears sliding down her face as she raises her red rimmed eyes to mine. "I just need it to stop.... for a little while."

That’s what guts me enough to want to kill whoever hurt her and slay all her demons, to burn down the fuckign world to protect. Haveing such thoughts about her surprise me, I’ve never had such thoughts about anyone before I usually don’t give a fuck.

She isn’t confusing this for healing, she knows exactly what she’s asking for. And why.

I close my eyes for a second my jaw tight. Everything in me is torn in two. Part of me wants to protect her from everything, from herself, from the world, from me.

The other part knows that denying her agency right now would be just another way of taking control away from her.

When I look at her again, my hands come up slowly and deliberately. I make sure she sees and feels it. No surprises.

"I won’t pretend this fixes anything," I say quietly. "And I won’t stop if you ask me not to."

She nods. Immediately looking certain.

"That’s what I want."

I pull her closer, firm and grounding.

"If we do this," I tell her, voice rough, "it’s because you chose it, not because you’re broken and forced to.

Her forehead drops against mine.

"Then don’t hold back."

I kiss her again, slower this time and more Intentional. And when I lift her into my arms, her grip tightens like she’s afraid the ground will vanish beneath her if she lets go

I don’t let it.

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Elaine’s POV

He doesn’t ask Zane just lifts me like it’s nothing, one arm under my knees, the other firm at my back. Bridal style. The irony doesn’t escape me. My body curls into his without permission, muscle memory betraying everything my mouth would deny.

The bedroom door shuts behind us with a soft click.

I should tell him to stop, I should panic. My mind supplies the warnings on autopilot, like an old alarm that’s lost its urgency.

Instead, my pulse races.

He sets my on the floor in our bedroom and asks me to strip. And I see right through what he’s doing, he’s giving me time to change my mind if I want to while stripping down infront of him. But there’s no changing my mind this is what I want and I’m going for it. I strip down slowly trying to look sexy for him.

After I strip i stand in the middle of our bedroom almost naked except for my undies and he just stands looking like he’s holding him self from pouncing on me.

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