Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Things I never knew.

Leilani.

For the first couple of minutes, my lungs felt like they were on literal fire; but for some reason, it did not feel bad. It did not feel like I was in any form of pain. If anything, I felt good.

Very good.

My body seemed as though it had been overtaken by a greater force, a force strong enough to override my sense of reasoning. Because come to think of it, in what dream would I have tried to attack Darius of all people if I wasn’t going mad?

If I didn’t have a death wish?

So in better terms, I could just say that I felt possessed.

"Leilani, stop!" He ground out, his voice sounding so ice cold, it sent shivers down my spine.

But ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I found extremely strange?

The fact that the almighty powerful Darius didn’t seem mad. He wasn’t annoyed that I was doing all of this, whatever it was, to him. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying it.

He threw his head back, smacking his lips as he drawled; "I hate to say this but this feels like you’re choking me."

"But that is what I am literally doing!" I snapped back, hating the smile on his face and wanting to wipe it off as fast as I could.

"No... not that kind." He snapped, clucking his tongue at me, "...I feel like I’m being choked... by you. I cannot feel the force of your powers; rather, it feels like it is your fingers curling around my neck."

"Stop."

"I can feel them, warm and delicate... and I can smell you, Leilani. You smell divine. You smell tantalizing. I could spend all day fantasising about this moment and I still will not be sated..."

"Stop it, Darius!" I barked, my heart racing with both mortification and annoyance. "Do not make me hurt you."

"Oh, and what would you do?" He clapped back cockily. Despite being impaled, he was literally pushing on my last nerves, "...you would go harder? You would try to hurt me even more?... Leilani, what could you possibly do to me with this weak excuse of a power that you’re riding on?!"

The way his voice rang out, rubbing across my body like an unwanted caress, made me flinch. I unknowingly wavered in that moment and dropped my hands, only regretting it a second later when his feet hit the floor.

I began to say; "Oh, come o—"

But before I could fully get the words out of my mouth, he grabbed me by the shoulder and the next thing I knew was the feeling of cold air flying past us until he pinned me against the wall.

The force of him stumbling into me and pushing me against the hard surface made the air leave my lungs in one fast breath and I winced when my shoulder blades struck the wall with enough force to break bones.

But it didn’t.

All it did was make my vision wane for a minute before I finally managed to gather myself together. And by the gods, I had anticipated that he would strike me. That he would curse at me or you know... basically anything a self absorbed egomaniac would do, but to my utmost surprise, he did none of those. Instead, he pinned both of my hands to my sides and leaned so close, my breasts were literally bunched against his hard chest, and then he pressed his face close— so close that I could smell the mint spray on his breath.

He murmured into my ear; "You’re feisty."

I frowned. "Are you insane?"

My question made him freeze. He took a step back, leaned away but refused to let go of my hands and hissed; "huh? Why?"

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