Wedded To My Enemy
His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire.
“What the—” I whispered, breathless.
And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth.
My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest.
His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain.
I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him.
My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth.
When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger.
I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind.
“This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp.
“Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me.
“The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words.
“...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.”
His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty.
“My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me.
There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core.
I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go.
"You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it.
“Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.
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