Amara narrowed her eyes at him. The audacity of this man. Something in her expression must’ve betrayed her because he let out a short laugh. “Ah, I see. Is it because I didn’t tell you I lived here?” Padding to the kitchen in his bare feet, he asked, “Have you had breakfast?”Amara shook her head unconsciously, feeling like a mute but afraid that her voice might betray her nervousness. This was not the best thing she was doing. Why had she thought that bearding the lion in his den was somehow better than trying to avoid him altogether? But there was no turning back now.She was standing in his house. Even though he was just wearing pants, with full clothes she was feeling more vulnerable. She tried not to look at him as it was indecent for her to ogle at him. She averted her eyes to the floor-to-ceiling window giving her full view of the city. The curtains were opened and there was a large black leather couch in the middle of the living room. The contrasting shades of beige and nu
Amara panicked. “R-Rhys!” His grip on Amara intensified, his fingers tightening like a vice, as he forcefully handled her, leaving her trapped and powerless in his grasp.“You’re hurting me!” Panic surged through Amara as the brush slipped from her fingers, its descent to the carpet marked by the ruinous trail of white staining its pristine surface.Rhys clenched his jaw and looked down at his hand on her wrist and loosened his grip but did not let go. “Tell me, little one. Who did this?” Gritting his teeth, his eyes ablaze with seething rage. Amara gulped, her eyes welling up with tears... “Why…why do you care?”He clenched his jaw. “I care. Everything involving you concerns me. Now say the bastard’s name before I do it my way. And I assure you my ways are more violent than your silence.” She remained quiet and lowered her eyes. What was she to say? That Adrian did it? Her husband? The one she should feel protected with tormented her nights and days. Rhys observed her contemplati
Amara blushed. Her cheeks and the rims of her ears were painted in the deepest shade of red. Just like the soft hue of a rose in full bloom, like a delicate sunset. Rhys fought for his self-control, which was slowly slipping through his fingers. How could someone look so innocent yet temptingly stunning at the same time? The way she looked at him through her lowered eyes, the way her skin tingled underneath his touch. Rhys could die thousands of deaths just to feel her. His eyes slowly raked over her neck which now was covered with marks, the marks that he left on her. The possessiveness in his thundered like the wild roar of a hungry lion. He wanted her, wanted the peaceful delight of being a part of her life, of being able to embrace her during the midnight hours and observe her presence at the breakfast table. He longed to be with her during her sickness and revel in her happiness when she was in good health. Occasionally, when his monsters overwhelmed him, he also wanted to c
“Amara! What a surprise?!” Anna grabbed Amara by the hand and pulled her in a hug pushing past Adrian who glared at Amara. There was a hidden promise in his eyes that made Amara want to run for hills.Adrian gave her his infamous cold glare as Anna obliviously pulled Amara in. Amara noticed another presence stepping out of the elevator. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she felt a chill running down her spine.Abigail smirked. “Amara. Long time no see.” His politeness seemed like a mockery as Amara managed a small smile which further pissed Adrian who groaned in distaste and let out a frustrated sigh. Amara felt disgust ripping through her skin as Abigail looked suggestively at her. But that’s not what she was worried about. Adrian scared her more. “Let’s go in,” Adrian mumbled without taking his eyes off her. She nodded and Anna followed them. The living room was chilling and Amara realised how much she suddenly missed the warmth Rhys’s home provided her. Shruggi
“Now you’re trying to seduce my friend too?” Adrian grabbed Amara by the neck and slammed her hard against the wall as soon as Anna and Abigail left. Amara felt her windpipe breaking as her eyes automatically watered. She tried to shake her head only for him to grab her by the hair as he pushed her down on the floor. Her head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table and she winced. Before she could process, Adrian crouched down and grabbed her by the neck once again. His eyes screaming at her with so much anger and jealousy. Fear gripped Amara's eyes, widening them in terror as Adrian's hand closed around her neck tightly, a stark realization of danger etched across her face. “Adrian…it’s not like…” Adrian raised his hand and struck her across the face. A momentary silence engulfed her. The flickering lights above her cast shadows around her and with trembling hands, she slowly touched her cheek where he hit her. Her heart shattered so did her life. Every comforting word he had
Amara fought against the heaviness of her eyelids, attempting to open them only to be met with resistance. ‘No!’ Her voice echoed in her head as her head pounded with sharp pain. Turning on her side as she groaned, She grappled with the wish to see, but her eyes seemed reluctant to comply. A wave of obliviousness engulfed her, momentarily shielding her from the memories of what happened before he lost her conciseness. Breathing heavily, she scrunched her nose, feeling another sharp pain ripple through her head. Her hand fisted her hair, seeking comfort amid distress. As she struggled through the haze, memories crashed into her mind like a relentless storm. The names echoed with a mix of familiarity and dread – Adrian, Abigail. A chilling shiver crawled down her spine as she recoiled from the vivid memory of his belt. Her head throbbed with pain. The sensation of her insides being ripped out intensified, and panic gripped her. A haunting echo of her scream lingered in the back of
Amara recognised those magnetic grey orbs instantly. How couldn’t she when those eyes tormented her nights and ruled her days? The tension in her body was replaced with something unknown, even to her. "R-Rhys?" She muttered in shock not believing her eyes. Why was he here? Did he kidnap her? Rhys raised his brow, jerking her by the wrist making her gasp as he pulled her to his chest wrapping his arm carefully around her waist trying not to touch her wounds. The impact had her stumbling into his arms. Before she could move, he locked her arms behind her back. "What-what are you doing!?” she struggled. "I like this fiery version of yours, little one. But there's only little much I can endure." His words sent shivers down her spine, and she gasped as he deftly twisted her wrist, causing her body to pivot. Her back met his chest, and despite her attempted resistance, her legs flailed in a futile kick. Swiftly overpowering her, he pressed her onto the bed, his right knee trapping her w
“But I’ll let you have freedom for a day. Gather your thoughts, make your decisions, and when the day tomorrow ends, you’ll find me right here. But under different conditions.” Rhys mumbled against her lips—separated by an inch distance yet close enough to breathe in her scent. “You’ll be under me. Not standing.” He whispered and pulled away. Amara took a deep breath she was holding as his warmth pulled away. The thoughts swirled like a storm within her. It wasn’t like she wanted to go to Adrian after what he did to her, but a rational part of her knew how wrong this was. Staying with Rhys, who was equally morally grey, was far more dangerous than anything. For her heart and her mind. He played with her like his favourite toy, teasing her, making her feel butterflies and whatnot, and then, he took a step back, leaving her begging and panting for more when she knew she shouldn’t ask. What was happening to her? It mustn’t be what she thought it was. “Don’t have any ideas of running