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Lana's POV

  "He brainwashed Charles.. Or offered him some pretty damn good deal. He turned him against us." I listened to Christian explain the whole story behind the Adam case. Christian made all kinds of assumptions and of course they started from Adam himself.

  They were enemies. He had a pretty good reason to hate him, and a lot of explaining to do since I didn't even know if that was the monster I was fighting against. He claimed Adam was one that played mind games with me.. I only wanted the story.

  The name Charles wasn't ever mentioned before. "He was your friend?"

"For centuries.. The right hand at the castle. They were all psychopaths." He laughed as he walked towards the small counter with all the crystal bottles filled with alcohol in them. "He went after Amelia that night at the old house. Dimitri had to kill him."

"Oh." Even that far, the story sounded horrible. With Adam kidnapping Amelia's mom, I could only imagine what they all must've went through. Fighting for family was always the toughest fight. I knew that I would give the world for mine no matter what. "What about your dad?" There was silence for a second. He filled his glass with whiskey and rounded the small counter, sitting back on the couch as before.

  "We managed to weaken him.. Then staked him since he can't get killed.."

  There was this easy flow in his words.. Like he didn't give a crap about any of this.. But his eyes.. His eyes never lied no matter how much darkness they held.

  "He's dead, sort of, as long as the voodoo stake tree- whatever it is, is through him.. Holding him pinned in one of the dungeons back at the castle.." He spoke with the same irony and arrogance as always, and I always seemed to enjoy his playful tone when he spoke about others.. Just now, it seemed like a serious kind of arrogance to make the subject less painful.

  It was his father. Betrayal from him must've been the toughest thing.. Even though it wasn't exactly the first time I was hearing about the old king betraying Christian. He killed Zaria. And Christian loved that girl. I understood his pain.

  "Those walls are sealed with a powerful spell. He'll be rotting there for centuries for everything he had done to make our lives miserable." As a finish, he took a sip from his glass.. I could hear the spite in his tone. It was clear. And my heart ached for him.. He looked at me. "Amelia doesn't know about all the details by the way, so don't tell her. Dimitri claims she wouldn't take such brutality so well. She has a good heart."

  "Hey what makes you think that I don't?"

  He frowned with that 'are you kidding' look and stood up again, walking towards the table and taking the drawing of the necklace that I made the previous night. He said I had a pretty good memory so I thought it would maybe help us figure out if we had the necklace presented at all times of the day.

  But what was it? Did he think I was not capable of loving? Is that why he told me this story, knowing that I would take it too well and maybe even laugh about it? I had a heart too. A good one. I was not made of stone like him.

  "Oh don't dramatize, Lana. We both know you're tougher." He walked closer, speaking clearly with ever step he took, concentrating on the drawing. "Stuff like that don't scare you." He finally looked back at me with a smirk that swirled my mind before taking another sip from his drink.

  Dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans and not completely buttoned up shirt, he seemed like the perfect arrogant figure, with well lined muscles on his chest that was slightly peeking, messy dark hair on top of his head and eyes that could easily leave any woman senseless and compelled.

  "Oh my God, Christian." Was all I managed to mouth out at his words, mostly because I couldn't get my mind to work quite straight around him lately. He was right though, his father sounded like a terrible man. They went easy on him. But he still didn't tell me the full story. "What about your brother?"

  "Lucas? He's down there too to keep father some company." Oh so they handled everything pretty well.

  "And your mom?" He looked up from the piece of paper.

  Taking a quick sip from his glass, he explained it quite clearly with only a few words. "She's not my mother.. She's Dimitri's."

  "Oh. I didn't know." I managed to mouth out mostly to myself..

  So Lucas was Christian's real brother since he was the oldest. But they didn't share the same mother as Dimitri.. I should've known that. They were the royals. Perhaps my father left out a lot of things.. He never let any of us ask about the family that ruled Venedocia. I still didn't know the full reason why, but considering the fact that the vampires won the war against us, I had a thought or two on why he held such spite towards them. True hate. A lot of our people died during those times too.

"She was relieved.. She never loved my father anyways.. Now she's living in the castle she comes from somewhere near Venedocia. She grew up at that place.. A true royal." He rose his brows in full irony, and I could tell that the subject wasn't exactly his favorite to talk about. But he spoke about it with this light and ease.. He masked his true emotions with simple arrogance and irony. "Now having fun with all her maids and friends and lovers," I bit down on my lip. Alright, so it wasn't exactly the simplest, huh? "Quite the dysfunctional family, I know."

  Not that I had the softest heart.. I really didn't. But with everything going on in my family, I felt for him. Even though he didn't exactly show any emotions. He was.. Christian. Arrogant, and sarcastic and rarely serious. Even when it came to such subjects, he went through with them with ease.

  I slowly inhaled as I stood up.. He watched me get closer to him, scanned me from head to toe, yet still held that posture like nothing could get to him.. I liked the way he was holding up. But I knew the weight that family could cause. I knew how it felt.

  As I reached him, it was almost an instinct when I pressed my palms against his chest, gliding them up until I reached his face. I wanted him to know that it was okay to talk to me. He could. He saved my life more than once, and I was there to return in any way possible. Even though he refused to show any emotions about this subject, I knew the heaviness he must've felt.

  Those pitch black eyes looked back at mine, and in that moment all I could think was, God I have never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.

  "I'm so sorry you had to go through that.." I heard myself say, watching how he focused on my lips as I talked.

  I could feel his hand one side of my waist, and I knew that Christian hated sentimentality, but with the way he looked at me, his eyes seemed to speak about something completely different. And it was quite the distraction.

  He knew only of deals, and lust, and handling this as a solo.. But he had to learn that it was okay to care, and love, and work as a team. Because I was ready to. And after hearing what he said next, I knew he was too.

  "I don't want you to be.. You out of all of us don't deserve to be even slightly part of this." He pressed one hand over mine and pulled it down as I let go with the other one as well. He passed by me, making me turn around and look at him. "Adam can't get to you. No matter how much he's trying.. I'm gonna go and stake him over and over and over again until I drain his body from the very last drop of blood.. Until he-"

  "You said it, Christian, he can't die."

  I managed to interrupt, hearing the promise in his voice, yet knowing that it was only the rage controlling him. Perhaps some would be triggered by such thoughts expressed out loud, but I- I knew what it was like to hate someone so much and not be able to do anything about it.

  He shrugged his shoulder as he threw the paper on the small coffee table, this wildness hiding behind those eyes when he looked at me.

  "I'll rip his head off then."

  "I don't think that'll help."

  And then the arrogant disappointment kicked in. He puffed. "I know, I tried. His body goes to solid rock when he's in such unconsciousness. It's like a defense mechanism even when he's unconscious for two damn years." Downing his drink, he pressed the glass down on the small table as he popped his ass on the leather armchair. "It's impossible to break."

  I took a few steps back towards him. "Is that what happens with all of you vampires?" He kept quiet for a few seconds, so focused on me as I walked towards him before just reaching his hand in a way of telling me to get closer.

  I took it and with an effortless pull, I almost lost all balance. He seemed to have it all planned and under control as for I ended up on his lap with his arm around my waist and his face inches away from mine. I put my arm over his shoulder just so I could play with his hair, but no matter how much those dark eyes scanning my face distracted me, I wanted an answer to my question. So I looked away.

  "Us born-ones.. Yes. Haven't tried it yet though." I looked at him, the perfect smirk curling one side of his lip.. He was doing that eye thing that had me close to hypnotized. "But I had promised you.. I'll find a way, and in the next few days he will be dead."

  He ran his fingers over my bare legs, still holding me steady on his lap and talking so easily about some death that he claimed to had promised, while moving his gaze simply from my eyes to my lips and then all over again.

  "Maybe it's not him." I said. Oh wait.. Why did I say that? I just spent an hour listening to him explain why he hated this man.. It sounded like I was taking his side. If he threw me off his lap I would definitely understand.

  However, he just searched my eyes for a second before looking on the side. "It is him, Lana. Don't be naive." Sure, that may have sounded 'naive' but hey, we had to take all considerations possible. "It happened to you at the old house. It's the only explanation. He's trying to get to you. He probably wants you to free him." I could tell this subject frustrated him.

  I ran my hands through hair and kept quiet for a few seconds.

  "But why me?"

  "Because he knows I-" He stopped answering immediately, looking me straightly in the eyes and cutting himself of. I kept quiet, staring back at those blacks. He what? "I care about you."

  I knew sometimes the littlest actions could show intimacy, and me sitting on his lap and discussing such serious subjects was exactly proving that we were more than just friends with benefits.. But neither of us seemed to take into consideration that we were growing closer with each second that passed.

  I ran my fingers up and down his hair from behind slowly, not even minding my own actions.. Not even aware of them.

"I heard that heartbeat minutes before we met. You didn't know me yet." My soul seemed full when I had him close and it was the weirdest thing ever. It was unbelievable for me.

  He continued the conversation, still scanning my face and speaking almost mechanically. "Well then he probably became a psychic while lying half dead in there."

  I almost laughed, but then again, this was a serious topic we were discussing.. No matter how distracted we both seemed at least half aware that so many people depended on this problem. So irony was definitely not what we needed at that moment.

  "Christian.." My tone was meaningful, making him roll his eyes and look on the side.

"Okay, I don't know why he's trying to get to you specifically. Something is connecting you.." He released a slow frustrated breath, frowning and shaking his head slightly. "I don't get it though.. Amelia is the one we would've guessed he would be after.. I mean he was obsessed with her."

"Well I have a habit of somewhat getting all the psychopaths to chase after me." Alexander that is.. Not that he was chasing after me.. But after my whole family instead.

  He looked at me. "Hey, I'm chasing after you and I'm not,-" He stopped for a second, keeping that ironic tone and that smirk still stretching his lips. "Well not fully a psychopath." I couldn't help the smile on my lips.

  I leaned closer until I could feel his warm breath near the side of my face from the way I turned my head slightly. "I wasn't talking about you." I looked at him, watching how seriousness slowly dominated his face as he searched my face, almost seeming completely distracted from reality so suddenly. "And you didn't chase after me. You basically kidnapped me."

  "And I'll do it again if I have to." I felt his lips brush over mine when I turned my head slightly, but I wanted a to see him teased before giving in again.. We were making it all too easy. There should be a little more fun and games.

  "Well, I'll always be your willing kidnap victim."

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  I couldn't stop thinking about it.. I just couldn't. It had been a few hours since I heard the full story, and it was adding up.. I mean I tried, I really did.. I tried finding excused that Adam wouldn't have any reasons to find any connection with me, but the certainty in Christian's voice had me completely focus on that.

  God, what if I was alone? What happens then? If it was really that man playing mind games with me, through whatever way, then what if it gets to me? I was scared to even think how someone that was put down two years ago could find the strength to do something like.. And I shouldn't be so surprised.

  I was staying in the house of one of them.. A vampire. One of the most powerful ones too. And on top of everything, Christian was someone that I cared about deeply. That I trusted completely.. That I couldn't have fully.

  It was all mixing in my head.. There were too many problems.. Too many damn things going on. My family was being completely hypnotized by that bastard Alexander that dared to act like a dominant figure around me. Then Christian apparently kidnapped me from my own parents and now I had two packs on my back to deal with because they were looking for me..

  On top of everything, Alexander probably even knew where I was because the attack that happened only a few nights back was definitely by some of his people too. And now he had the necklace that was supposed to kill the man that was mind-haunting me and that ruined everything two years ago for Christian.

  And of course there was the thing with Amelia and I seeing that vision.. That stupid vision that was messing with my head. My father refused to tell me.. He refused to get confronted and admit the truth.. If it was the truth? How could I know? How could I solve all of that so quickly?

  Like it wasn't enough, I was falling way too deeply for a man that I was supposed to hate from the very beginning, yet I trusted with my life.. He was my father's enemy and I was taking the wrong side. I knew how disappointed they would be when they find out that I was there willingly, that I was helping Christian and on top of everything that I was involved with Christian. Romantically?

  Yea, we both agreed that that was not going to come out, but if it did.. Oh Christ, if it did, it would easily mean new war. And I was not ready for that.

  Honestly, I had no clue what either of us were trying to prove. I said we were friends, he said we were more.. I said we were with benefits, and we both agreed on staying on that? Right? There was just one problem..

  I was starting to have trouble separating my caring.. My real feelings from those that I promised. Right, friends cared for each other so that was alright. But maybe I cared too much.. And I hated causing more troubles and problems when we were already drowning in all that.. So I had to keep my mouth shut. I had to stay quiet.

  No, I couldn't stop wondering why.. Why both of us were just going back for more. It was supposed to all end when we agreed that our deal was off. But he got outrageously furious at Alexander's words, snapped his neck and then within minutes we were back at the beginning.

  It was supposed to only be lust.. Only our bodies. Or perhaps we had both lost our minds and were now seeking for something more.. The same feast bringing us back.

  My actions were no longer followed or approved by my brain.. I just seemed to do something and then wonder how.. Why.. Why I couldn't stop myself around him.. And now there I was, looking for him and desperate for a talk. It had only been an hour. He went for a run and I stayed in the house finishing up the sketch of the necklace and spent the time trying to figure out why Alexander would want it..

  But then Christian came home and all of my thoughts disappeared. He went to take a shower and half an hour later, there I was, pushing the door open to the room, and completely desperate to see him.. Talk to him.. Just completely lost in that need to see his face, to feel that he was there, to let him hold me and tell me that it was going to be alright, because it was only him I trusted, and only him that could sooth me. There was no denying anymore.

  "Christian?" But the second I pushed the door open and walked in, I saw him at his desk, going through a drawer, papers on the bed and some on the floor too.. From the way he was searching the drawer, he seemed panicked or just eager to find something.. I frowned, walking closer. "What are you doing?"

  "I can't find the guest book." He mumbled without stopping his search, closing that drawer and going for the next one.

  "The guest book?"

  "Yes, that's a notebook where the names of all the regular guests were written."

  "I know what a guest book is." I almost interrupted him, watching him dig through that other drawer as well. Okay, let me put it this way.. "Why do you need it?"

  Again, without bothering to turn around and look at me, he answered. "Well, for the ball." A ball? There was a ball going on?

  I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to search my mind for some answers.

  "I'm gonna need more than that." And like my words finally got to him, he stopped searching as silence filled the air.

  "Oh you don't know," He said, turning to face me for a second. "We're having a party soon. A ball, that is." Oh. Yea I wasn't very familiar with that..

  "We- we are?"

  He turned his back on me again, continuing his search. "Yes. We need the witch that did the cliona curse. She is the only other person that knows about the connection between your father and Jessica. She knows the full story."

  He explained with speed I had trouble following.. Right. I should've guessed that it would be connected to something like that.. Amelia probably asked for it?

"And a ball is a perfect opportunity for getting her to answer our questions."

  I stayed silent for a few seconds. He was speaking like he was programmed. "So you're throwing a fake ball?" I shook my head slightly, uncrossing my arms. Screw that, he has no clue if the witch would even show up. "Besides, how are you so sure she'll come?"

  He stopped for a quick second, still not bothering to turn around. "Why is everybody saying that," And then he just continued looking through the desk, while I was left with frustration building inside me from just watching him not even pay a spark of attention to explain properly. "She will come."

  What was he trying to do? Did he really think so random witch knew the truth more than my father did? Was I supposed to trust whoever this person is? I kept quiet for a few seconds, looking for words to explain why he was wrong about this situation.. And I tried the easier way.

  "I don't- There's no need for a ball, Christian." I tried being as clear as possible with my words, just wishing that he would drop the subject and let me handle it.. When I'm ready to.

  But he didn't get it. "Well I can't get her here without a specific occasion." Again, his words were almost mechanic, still going through some papers on his desk with his back turned on me while I did my best to keep patient.. Even though I was trying to lose it.

  "No, just- Can you just look at me for a second?" He turned around almost as if he was trying to give me enough to prove my point before he would continue his search. But he had to listen for once. This was not his call to make. "I don't want you to bring her at all." My voice came out serious and certain, trying to make him see that this was no joke.

  I watched how he seemed to finally focus on me, how he furrowed his brows and went serious. And I knew.. I knew that this was going to be a damn long conversation. But how was I supposed to explain that the truth scared me the most among all things? How was I supposed to tell him that I was only fearing the pure reality, and the only thing that scared me was changes?

  I hated changes. I couldn't stand that. And now my whole life was being turned upside down. And the only thing I wanted was.. I just wanted to hold onto it for a little longer. If what Amelia and I saw in that vision was true, then the truth will come itself. I just.. But I refused to chase after it. I couldn't explain it, but I just needed a break from all of it. I was desperate for a break.

  I hoped for some understanding, but it was Christian.. He did things the way he thought they were right.. No matter if those things were not his job to fix. And perhaps I loved that side of him.. Just not about everything.. Not about everyone.. Not about me.

He had to let me.. Let me fix what was wrong with my life. And I couldn't let him get that involved, or rush me into something that could mean a ruin to not just me, but my whole family as well.. And I needed his understanding. I was desperate for it.

  Christian's POV

  Perhaps it shouldn't have.. It shouldn't have shocked me and surprised me when she said that she didn't want to meet the witch. Of course she would trust her father more than a random woman. But it was our only choice. And I was there to help her. I was trying to, while she just looked at me with those wild eyes and said no. She didn't want to meet her.

  I let the confusion take over me. She took me by surprise. In that moment, I could not wrap my head around her words. "What? Why?" I managed to find words to ask, searching my thoughts to find where she gave me any sign like this before..

  I watched her turn around in frustration and walk on the other side of the room, almost as if she was trying to make some space between the two of us.

  "Because, I just,-" Looking back at me, she stopped herself, seeming surprised from the seriousness on my face.. From my demand for answers. Her tone sounded harsh, almost like she was trying to make me let it go. "I don't want to know."

  I heard some desperation in her voice.. It only confused me even more. We discussed this so many times. What the hell was she talking about? I crossed my arms over my chest, seeing her following my moves.. Searching my face, how I frowned in an even bigger confusion, looking on the side in disbelief. A second passed. Two.. She was unbelievable.

  "You don't want to know?" Bizarre. Ridiculous. That's what she was acting like in that moment. I could not believe my own ears that she said those things. It was like a completely different person. And I demanded answers, just to make sure I heard her right the first time she said it.. "You don't want to know the truth about your family?"

  And she snapped, proving me that the princess had in fact yes, changed her mind about whatever reason it was.. Perhaps she just decided not to trust me anymore.

  "Yes, I don't. If my father didn't tell me, then there's a reason why he kept it from me.. Us.." Her tone was serious and loud, like she just kept trying to prove some ridiculous point, and I didn't like it.

  I was there to help her, but she pushed it back.. Refused.. Once again leaning on the people that she claimed they were her family, but betrayed her non-stop. 

  I understood that she had spent her life with those people.. That she was acting completely bitchy to me now, and refusing to tell me the real truth why she suddenly changed her mind about finding out.. But she was used on being the one that the world revolved around, and she just didn't understand that other lives depended on this too..

  I wasn't doing it just for her. Adam was connected to Amelia, and if she was related to Amelia, then that automatically made her a target too. But she acted like she didn't want to be saved suddenly, and it firstly confused me, but seeing the frustration she expressed just angered me even more. What the hell was she up to?

  Her words repeated in my head.. She said there was a reason why her father kept something like that from her.. To protect her? Hell no. How could she be so blind?

  "Did you seriously just say that?" I managed to ask, completely taken back by still that pure confusion, yet the frustration and anger in my voice clear..

  She was acting unreasonable. Selfish and ungrateful. It was as if something had gotten into her, and she refused to give me a clear answer. I saw the effect my words had on her. She was frustrated with me.. Running her hands up her hair as she changed her weight from one leg to another and took in a sharp breath.

  "I just don't want to know, Christian, what the hell is the big deal?" Again, that harsh tone frustrated me to the core.. It angered me seeing her give me attitude while I was only trying to help her..

  But at the same time, I was seeing this different side of her.. No matter how confusing her words were, I saw her.. Raw and pure in front of me. Just like every time we got into some argument, I saw her clearly. And that fearless, bold and brave personality.. That anger I effortlessly noticed flashing behind those wild eyes.. It drew me madly towards her.. Like nothing ever has.

  I managed to focus on the anger in me, returning with the same loud tone as hers. "It's not just about you."

  And it was all a lie.. That was the last thing I had on my mind to say.. But she distracted me.. It was the only excuse I found in that moment.. Because I was lost on her.. Her attitude not repelling me, but attracting me like some force that came upon me.

  I had to focus on my anger.. Anger towards myself because of the thoughts swirling through my head.. Because of the insane drawing I felt towards the girl in the worst moments possible.

  She kept quiet for a few seconds, looking at me with anger and disbelief. Was it because I said it was not just about her? I doubt she even knew what she was angry about at that point.

  "I'll be out of the house when you throw the party then. I don't want to meet any witches, and Amelia can do that if she wants to. Don't worry, I'm not going to stop anyone else from finding out," She explained, allowing spark of hurt to slip through her tone.. Perhaps from something that kept her occupied in that moment as well. "I just don't want to know."

  And again, that loud tone, those frustrated gestures, that boldness and rawness she was showing.. It made me snap. "It's you I'm trying to help, Lana!" I returned loudly, taking a few steps towards her, yet her fearless self stood still, not even flinching to my roaring words.

  That's what made me lose my mind.. I wanted to see her scared. I wanted to see her run. She was putting too much trust in me. Yet at the same time, I was seeking that trust from her. I was feeling that losing.. Losing of my mind.. My whole self around her.. I was drawn and I could not stop it.

  "I don't want your help! Just stop trying to save me, Christian, I don't need saving!"And instead of focusing on her words, I focused on her fury, seeing her true self, and thinking, Christ, she is beautiful. And damn stupid for not fearing me. But it was the fearless Lana that attracted me that night. And the same fearless her that was attracting me now.

  I could feel the loss of control.. The loss of resistance for her. It was the same as that night.. God, help me, but I could not stop myself.. I could not keep away. And instead of doing that, I reached for her arm and pulled her closer.

  "Do not argue with me." A threat was all I had.. It was all I had left to say..

  I refused to admit. I refused to admit the real reason why I was daring her to argue with me.. That was what I was doing, wasn't it? I was unconsciously trying to bring out that fierce, that fearless side of her, and it didn't take much work.

  Because that what she was. Brave and fearless.. In full rawness showing every inch of her true self and making me lose my mind in that exact moment.. I didn't even know why we were arguing anymore. All I could think of was her, and how damn gorgeous she was.. How much she was alluring me in that moment..

  And I tried refusing it.. I tried fighting against my own urges.. I wanted her to run. Not that I would hurt her, but that I would tell her the truth.. Which could scare her off.. But how could I.. How could I make someone so bold and fearless run away from me?

  I was holding her perhaps harshly against her elbow.. Holding her close to myself and searching her face. Yet those daring wide eyes stared back at mine.. Green, blue, ember.. All those colors wildly swirling together.. Mixing, changing.. Changing with that frustration and anger that I was bringing out of her. And she didn't even flinch. She didn't even more.

  Instead she returned with the same loud tone, only seconds after I warned her not argue with me.

  "Why?!" The pull she managed to preform, in full frustration pulling away from my grip.. Christ, it took me everything not to pull her back to myself and kiss her senseless.. What the hell was she doing to me? "Why, Christian? Am I supposed to fear you like everyone else? Is that what you want?"

  Perhaps that's what I wanted.. She was right. I wanted her to fear me. Because that way she would be just like everybody else. There would be nothing that would make her so damn special.. She wouldn't be the fearless Lana that I was seeking for so damn desperately.

  But what was I supposed to say?! Yes? Is that what she expected me to say? To fucking admit everything that went through me in that moment?

  I shut my eyes for a second, doing my best to find some resistance.. Fighting every.. Every damn urge inside me and turning around from her. I couldn't let her know.. I couldn't let her know that I was so damn weak on that.. Fearlessness. Valiance.. Her daring self.

  "Just drop it." I told her, meaning every single damn word.

  But could I be a bigger fool, actually believing that she would drop it? That Lana could let something go. Christ, no. Of course not. And so there it was, that daring, challenging, perfect voice.

  "No, tell me. Am I supposed to be scared to talk back to you?" I turned back around, just to see her less than a feet away from me.

  "No!" And not even my rage, my shouting could scare her.. Make her drop it and quit daring me..

  "Then what?!" It was enough.. Enough for me to let go.. To drop every bit of control I had left inside me.. Every little resistance. Like cloud filled with every drop I held for myself, breaking open and raining down.

  With a grip around her wrist that made her almost crash against me, I pulled her closer, just to see those wide eyes.. Those daring green eyes stare back at mine.. Challenging me.. Making me say all the damn things I had on my mind.. Still showing not even a spark of fear.. Yet anger..

  Could she not see? Could she not see that I had no resistance when it came to her? If I thought I was crazy, she was even crazier, daring me to say all those things.. All the things I felt, and I couldn't even regret saying them.

  "I'm drawn to you, Lana. Don't you fucking get it?! I see you yell and scream at me and all I can think is all the damned things I want to do to you,-" I held her close and shouted, yet she didn't even flinch, like a dare devil staring back at my eyes and making me say more.. And more and more. "It just all flashes in my head in moments like this, and I do not have any fucking resistance when it comes to you."

  I searched her face so desperately, I knew she could say it.. And she kept quiet, seeming still angry, yet listened, not moving an inch away. How could she be.. How could she be so damn bold and brave.. Beautiful and damn fearless. Fucking unreal.

  Seeing her.. Seeing her so close seemed to distract me.. My voice faded away.. I almost started whispering, losing my voice by just looking her in the eyes.

  "I see the real you in moments like this. You're vulnerable, and pure, and I see it all, Lana, you're letting me see it all, and that's not fucking good."

  And in that moment, I thought, perhaps I'd rather have her fear me than allow me to have her, because if I did.. I could not tame my own desires. And what I felt in that moment was way too strong for me to back off from.. For me to control.

   My eyes roamed and focused from one feature to another with speed I could not control, over every damn perfect inch of that face.. That flawless skin, high cheekbones, ruby red lips that I was dying to taste.. Fucking hell, she was perfect.. Those daring wild eyes — too much for me to handle.

  I wanted to resist it. I was fighting every atom in my body to. And I managed to find my voice, doing my best to end this without having to show her what I really wanted from her. And just when I spoke, she did something that lost me forever.. In her.

  "Quit daring me or God help me," I would've never guessed the ways of interruption she knew of.. The way she pressed her lips against mine, shutting me up in a way that was too much for me to handle..

  There was no hesitation or doubt.. I kissed her back immediately like I had prayed for her to do that.. Like she was the air that filled my lungs.. And Christ, the taste of those lips made me lose my mind..

  I listened to every urge, every message coming from my veins, and gave in with full eagerness.. She was insane for doing that.. Unreal. It's exactly what I would've done if I didn't find resistance, and like she had read my thoughts, she followed some nature, some force that neither of us could deny.

  No, I could not get enough of those lips.. Of her.. Not now. Not yet. I held her close to myself and kissed her senseless, feeling how she returned with the same yearning, making me lose myself even more for her. There was nothing in my life that I wanted more than wanting her in that moment.. I was again finding myself with no resistance, just like that night..

  When she pulled away just enough for both of us to take in the air, I felt myself desperate for more, but her lips over the side of mine, brushing them over the side of my face, jaw and towards my ear, it made me completely drown in her.. Losing my mind and prayed for her to stop daring me like that because I was already in some frenzy of desires towards her that I had no clue how to control.

  I felt her mumble against the side of my face, whispering in my ear. "Don't think for even a second," So breathlessly, she moved away, looked at me with daring green eyes, flaming and reflecting the same desire as mine, lips red and swollen from the kiss, and wild hair soft and unkempt, long and wavy.. She took a step back, biting down on her lip with a slight smile that challenged my darkest desires. "that I am like someone you once knew."

  My bones shook with that need for nothing but her. Another step back from her, and I almost fell on my knees to beg for damn mercy because I was fucking aching for her.

  "If you want something," With a simple pull of her shirt over her head, throwing it on the floor, she had me completely hypnotized, compelled in every way possible, taking yet another step back while I stood there completely lost in the sight of her in nothing but those little shorts and a bra, perfect full breasts, perfect body, perfect everything. "get it." .. And daring words that she knew I could not resist.

  My speed took over, and within a split second, all I knew was that I rushed towards her, and had her pinned against the wall in that swift moment without her even realizing it. Those eyes looked back at mine with eagerness, lust that I had missed so damn much, and it had been only one night since that little tease in that car..

  Her head was pressed against the wall and her lips stretched into the most daring smile that swirled my mind upside down, made my body burn with nothing but lust and need for her. I had enough games.. Enough resistance.. Enough control.

   Get it, she said. There was nothing for me to get when she was already mine. She had me ready to beg on my knees, but she knew very damn well that I could have her down with me, as for it was yearning that reflected back in her eyes, feast and dare. And I never said no to any of those. Especially when it came to her.

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  To be continued..

  There ya go! We just found out the full story about the old king and how that ended up, and of course we got Christiana in action 😉 Hope you enjoyed!

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