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
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I pull myself to a stop. I have arrived at the fields of grasses. After running for a while, I have finally reached my destination, but I reached with a beating heart and sweaty palms.Bracing myself on my knees, I crouch low as I try to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my forehead and my skin itches with sweat. I have been running non-stop for almost an hour. It is an impossible task, but when you know you have messed up and most likely destroyed your Kingdom, it becomes possible to run a million miles. Back on earth, I had seen several occasions that can be likened to my situation right now. One time in middle school, I was over at a friend's house for homework and we found out that his mom was heading back home and he hadn't done his chores yet. That moment, I learned that he could clean the house and do the dishes within five minutes. The fear of getting in trouble can push you to do the most unimaginable things. That is what my s
[ IN WHICH SHE SMELLS DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Where have you been?” The entire room falls into silence. The only noise that can be heard is the screams and cries of the people as they slowly die. But I hope it is their screams as they are being treated. However, the problems isn’t what is happening outside. The real problem is what is happening inside of the Mansion, inside of the throne room. “Where have you been, November?” Sin asks, grimly. Every eyes are on me. Every ear is waiting to hear my reply. I feel like a teenage girl who has been caught by her parents after sneaking out in the midnight. “I have been out.” I swallow. “Yes, I can see that.” He turns his body away from his warriors, looking directly at me. “Out where?” “I took a horse and went on a little adventure yesterday, but it seems I got a little lost.” The room remains silent. And so does Sin. I let out a whoosh of breath as I anticipate what is to come. What if they already know what I have done? Is that
[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — “What the hell are we going to do now?” Atlas freaks out. His voice cracks from stress. After the King had dropped a bomb, the people in the throne room have started to worry. Death in person is approaching the Kingdom? That is the last thing people expect to happen. And everyone fears death, but to see Death face to face is an entirely different thing. I cannot imagine what will happen if I see Death face-to-face. I'd rather not let it happen at all.No one speaks. Probably too shaken and scared to utter a word. And the first person to express their panic is Atlas. “Because if we don’t do shit, I think we all are going to die. And I do not want to die. I have things I still need to do. My handsome face needs to be seen by millions.” “Calm down, Atlas, you will make everyone panic along with you.” Jacqueline retorts. “Um, excuse me?” Atlas gives her a sassy look. “Did you not hear a single word he said? Death is coming! I should be