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Kian's POV:

When Lessia said I was just like Maddox, it broke a nerve in me. I could see the hurt in her eyes. She had indeed been like a prisoner; a prisoner of love. Owing to my constant need to protect her.

The only reason I kept moving away from her while she spoke, was because of the fact that she saw me as a monster. If only Lessia knew that my biggest fear ever is hurting her.

I thought she didn’t want me anymore, but the kiss told me otherwise. I needed it, I needed to know that she still wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Just as I had thought, I said within myself while staring at her tied up body, ready to please nobody else but me. I always got turned on when had a quarrel, no matter how trivial the issue was. I found it disturbing, it wasn't by any means a healthy way to have a relationship, but still, I found no way out of it but to indulge fully in the habit.

My sight danced around all her curves as she laid there, looking vulnerable and totally anxious on what would