Chapter 70
His gaze locked onto mine, intense, loaded with something dark and impenetrable.
“But know this, bunny… I do all of this for your own good.”
His fingertips traveled slowly up my leg, as if wanting to etch his presence into every inch of me.
‘I don’t want anyone else to see this side of you.‘ His tone dropped lower, deeper. “No one but me should ever see you like this… so vulnerable. So fragile.
My heart pounded against my chest.
“Always be strong in front of everyone, my love.”
He leaned in slightly, his hot breath brushing my skin. “But this side… I want it to be mine alone.”
Before I could react, I felt the soft press of his lips against my inner thigh.
A shiver ran up my spine.
It was a command.
The glint in his eyes rooted me in place, consuming me as if sealing something inside me.
My breathing grew heavy, every muscle in my body tense, as if knowing this wasn’t right.
And yet… some shadowed part of me surrendered to those words.
Because he wanted only me.
Only me.
And that was so wrong.
But at the same time, so addictive.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers slid up to my face, tracing a gentle caress, as if handling something precious and delicate.
“Tell me, Elijah. Do you really think it’s wrong to belong to me? That you should choke down what you feel for me and cling to your morality?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
“Speak, darling.”
His thumb brushed my cheek tenderly.
“Are you having doubts?
I let out a heavy sigh, averting my gaze.
“Yes…”
My voice was so low it almost faded away.
“Everything changed so fast. You scare me, but at the same time… I know you’d never hurt me… as long as I don’t disobey
The words spilled out in a low, hesitant tone, heavy with resigned fear.
“I should be terrified of this. The fear of doing something wrong, of not meeting your expectations and being punished. My feelings should be wrong–l know you’re not innocent, not a good person… But then, why do I like you so much?”
He smiled–a dark, twisted smile–before taking my face in his hands and pressing a slow kiss to my lips.
“Yes, I’m not good. I never will be. But I am good for you… because you deserve my kindness.”
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