Christian's POV

There were no mare words to explain how much I felt for this girl.. Lana.. Not even she understood the things she did to me. How easily she made me fully fascinated, completely compelled and lost in her spell.. Completely mesmerized by just the thought of her.

And there I was, having her in my arms, having her worry about me, having her care.. I knew.. The minute I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was what I wanted. I wanted her fully. I wanted to call her mine and claim the fact that she belonged to no one else but me. Her mind, body and soul. And I got what I wanted. I had her. And she couldn't even slightly get how much that meant to me.

She didn't have trust. No, not fully. Not in the beginning at least. I gave myself a challenge.. I promised myself that I wouldn't stop until I have her give herself to me. I was never wishing to take anything.. Even if my nature made me a predator, I was still no captor. I was never wishing to take her freedom away. I only wished to have her willingly, because only then I would have her fully.

That night, that was exactly what she did. She showed how much she cared and that gave away plenty. It meant that she had given up on that stubbornness fully and was willing to let me have her completely.. Fully..

I knew how much her family meant to her, and I knew how much she wanted us to stay a secret. That night, she gave that up too.. And that's how I knew I had her full trust. It was all I ever wanted. Her trust. Because with trust came a lot more, and I wanted all of it for myself.

Now I had her in my room, leaned on the head of the bed beside me, with her head pressed against my shoulder, hands against my chest, laying in my arms and letting me marvel at her presence, lose myself in her scent.. That silence was never more comfortable.

  "Lana?"

  "Mm?" I felt her breath near my neck as she looked up at me, and it took me everything not to pull her closer against myself, kiss those lips until she was left thoughtless, senseless..

  "You alright?"

  "Are you?"

  "We're not doing that, darling, no answering questions with questions." She straightened up a bit to look at me better, with her eyes still intently on me with that simple way of reading me.

"I'm fine if you are." Again that wasn't exactly an answer. And I was worried considering the fact that I was basically dead for a few hours and she was left to deal with those witches alone.. "I know that sounds unbelievably cheesy, but Christian, you don't know how much you scared me when you didn't wake up at first.. I don't even know what went through me, but you terrified me."

"I know, baby, I know." I didn't know how, or with what intention whatever we had was growing, but I loved having her near me. It was hard to explain, yet she still gave me this soothing, this unbelievable calmness to grow inside me. It was as if all I needed was her and nothing else mattered. The world could end I wouldn't even notice.

"What else happened while I was out? Other than that story.." I saw how she looked on the side.. How she exhaled a slow breath with the memory of that..

  "Nothing.." The look she sent me seemed to hold so much.. I couldn't even follow up. "Nothing, but it's not over. Not yet."

I didn't like it. The fear in her eyes. The concern in her eyes.. I didn't want her to even be close to feeling something like that. Because always knew that near me she was safe..

No matter the things that happened that night, they took us off guard. But now we knew our enemies.. And each attack made us more careful. Still, we had no clue what they had in plan for us until that night.

We had no clue what Adam was doing while we were looking for a way to end him.. I should've known it wouldn't be as easy.. I should've known he would fire back.. At my weakest spot. And that was Lana.

Now that they knew that, they messed with her head, messing with me as well.. Meaning they wanted to start a war. And so be it. We could do that. The thing was, I didn't get into wars unless I knew I could win them. And I was sure I would win this one. That is why I accepted that challenge that night. And was ready to end them. Once and for all.

"We should've known Adam would have someone on his side.. A backup plan." She was close to me, so I ran my fingers through her silky hair and saw how the dread in her eyes faded. "It was them that played with your mind.."

  "I know." The slow breath she released dared me to move closer, to pull her closer at least.. To show her that I was never going to let anything happen to her. All she had to do was give herself to me completely. And I would protect her with my mind. She passed one test. She didn't hesitate when it came to us.. She revealed the secret we had with that kiss that night, aware of the consequences. Aware that it might mean a start to a different kind of war.

But no, that's not what I wanted. No, I wanted her trust. That was the only way I could have her fully. I needed her to let herself go and let me save her. Save her the way she needed to be saved. She just had to gift me her trust. And I could swear on my life I would never fail her.. Rather die than fail her.

"Christian," Her voice filled the silence, gentle and feminine, her eyes locking with mine in the dimly lighted room as she broke my thoughts. In that moment I thought, Christ, look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Without hesitating, without blinking.. I wanted her. God, I wanted her completely. "What now? What will Adam do? What does he want?"

Her questions once again messed with my head.. I hated that subject at that point. No, I didn't want her to worry.

"Don't think about it."

"What?"

"Quit those thoughts, Lana. Let it go. It's enough for one night." Those wide wild eyes searched mine with speed I couldn't follow, deepness I could not understand. "Let me worry about Adam. He's my problem. And I don't want you involved."

"But I already am.. Didn't you hear what I told you? What the witches told us.." I was close to her. So close, the image of her face was getting blurry. Her on my bed. Her beside me.. She had to shut up. God, she had to stop talking if she didn't want me to shut her up. And I had so many ways of doing that.. Oh so many.. She couldn't even guess. She was driving me insane with that voice. With those looks.

"Shush." And at that point, all I wanted to do was make her forget. I let her lead the game before. I let her think she had control. And she did. For a bit. But it was time for me to give her what I had been longing for for so long.

I didn't want to talk. I was done talking. I was done thinking. I wanted to see how much trust she had. How far she would let me own her.. How far she would let me have her.

I would look at her and feel like time was running out, and yet I still didn't get to taste that beauty fully, didn't get to do what I wanted to fully.. We let ourselves get taken by the moment, like there was no tomorrow rushing into things, unable to keep our hands off each other.. But now we knew there was tomorrow, and what it held. We knew our worries and for tonight, I wanted her to let them go.

It was that burning urge inside me, rising and growing with every second that passed. That simple need, ache, itch to touch her, to feel those lips against mine once more, to rip those clothes off her and taste every square inch of her body that drove me insane by just a simple glimpse..

I wanted her naked, on my bed, there in front of me, right then. I wanted to see how her back arched, how her lips parted and how she trembled and shook underneath my hands. I longed for that for so long. I got pieces of it.. But that night I wanted it all..

I was going to give her such pleasure that at first she was going to be left speechless, then thoughtless, then simply senseless.. In the end, the only thing she would know was my name. I knew how to read her. I knew what she wanted. And I knew how to get exactly that from her. So easily and so effortlessly.

Lana's POV

That night turned from a fairy tale to a nightmare.. So damn quickly.. And then I seemed to in a way wake up from that nightmare the very second Christian opened his eyes. The very second I knew he was alright..

No, I didn't care about the things the witches said. My mind seemed to had already gotten used to that little fact.. Perhaps still a lie, but that story about Amelia being my half sister. It didn't trigger me. Not at all. It did surprise me at first, but I didn't feel any difference..

I suppose it was because I was so occupied, so damn disoriented when I saw Christian unconscious.. But when he woke up, everything around me seemed to disappear and I was done.. Done thinking, done feeling anything but him. Near me, against me..

I could not focus on anything else but him that night. Mostly because I never felt such fear about anything before like I did when I thought about losing him.. I couldn't understand why, or how I had grown so attached to him, but I had.

Oh the feelings that went through me that night.. It could not be described. It could not be explained. I went from one high to another, and at the end I finally found the relief of having him near me, for some reason not caring about anything else that was going on at that point.

The story those witches told, the fact that they were Adam's sidekicks, the fact that yes, I exposed what Christian and I had without a doubt.. No, it didn't matter. Only he did. His arms around me, his lips pressed right at the side of my head, and his sweet masculine cologne that I always found soothing.

He was alright. I mean, I should've known. I should've stayed aware and perhaps I shouldn't have let panic take over me so quickly.. He was immortal. He could not be killed. It was just temporary, the same effect snapping a vampire's neck had.

But then again, I did get frightened to the core that I might not see him wake up, and it was the worst few minutes I had to go through. I kissed him, and pushed one problem away. None of them seemed very surprised, but I was still expecting the worst from that. Eventually my father was going to find out what I did. I either had to be careful, or had to prepare for war. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

It didn't matter though.. Not at that point. I was in his arms, in his room, just with him. I could feel the heat of his large body over mine, his breath against my hair, his scent right at the crook of his neck with the slightest movement of my head.. Nothing else mattered.

And he was right. I should let it go. I should've, I mean. I kept blabbing and blabbing, reminding him of that night, when actually, I missed to see the heat in his eyes, the darkness in them that definitely meant something.. A promise. It was some kind of a promise, some kind of yearning..

He shushed me however.. And that was definitely something that would usually get on my nerves, "Don't shush me." but at that point, all I did was giggle. I giggled. Like a little girl. In a process of being tickled. And my cheeks heated up the very second that 'laugh' escaped me.

However, there wasn't even a slightest smile on his lips. No, there was this serious scan, this slight lean, this way of searching my face.. It was different. Unusual. Good unusual. I mean, it made me giggle. That itself said a lot. It made me blush. And that was once again very very rare for me. Actually, it was new. All of it was new.

He was near me, against me, close to me. Oh so close to me.. So perfectly close that I could feel his breath against my lips when he spoke. "Christ, Lana, shut up before you make me do things to you.. Things you can't even imagine." Something turned in my stomach. Lightly and slowly..

My mind rushed for a second. That night.. That night was a turn. A complete turn for us. It meant a start of something new, something different.. Something dangerous. I made it start. When I kissed him, when I showed that closeness in front of others.. When I showed how much I actually cared, even news to me too.. Yes, that's when it all changed.

We were together before.. It was passionate and breathtaking and fucking unbelievable. But this.. This heat, this electricity.. This way of him looking at me, and my reactions to it.. Oh that was something else. There was something there, in both of us.. Not lust, no, not just lust.. It was stronger, way damn harder than lust.

It swirled my mind and made me dizzy for a second. I never minded his closeness. I mean, that was obviously clear since I had so little resistance when it came to him that I did things with him I didn't even think were possible.. In that very bedroom. Twice. And in his car. Like horny teenagers in heat.

So, yes, I was comfortable with that closeness, in that moment I still was.. But what was it that locked me on my spot when he looked at me like that? What was it about the thought of him simply touching me that made my head swirl with desires I haven't experience before?

It was Christian. I knew him. I mean, I was supposed to be over it. Over that faze of butterflies in my stomach when he got close, and dizziness in my head when our lips brushed.. Yet in that moment.. Oh in that moment I felt it all.

And for some reason, after he said those words, after he touched the very side of my shirt, my waist.. When he got so close to me as for our lips to slightly touch, I felt this rush of nervousness.. Enough to make me stop that moment, press my hands against those broad shoulders of his very slightly, and move a small space away..

"Are you even listening to me? I'm serious, Christian." I didn't feel even slightly as confident as I sounded.

But at that point I somewhat wanted to slow this down, just so I could figure out what it was that gave me those uncomfortable tingles, that made me slightly straighten up, tighten my legs together and bent them underneath me. Was it his words? His deep voice perhaps.. Or his simple closeness that made me suddenly so weak..

"And so am I. I'm not talking about that. Not now. Not here." Alright. So he didn't want to talk about the things that happened tonight.. Neither did I.. It was a heavy subject. We just needed to find something else to talk about.. "Not when you look the way you do.." Or do.

I shifted, already starting to feel uncomfortable from those same tingles in my stomach, going down between my legs, so damn quickly, I could not even react properly to this sudden faintness, this sudden nervousness..

I tried making out a smile, but failed miserably.. Only cleared my throat slightly. "We're in a house full of people." It wouldn't take me much convincing. That was still Christian. He could do things to me by a simple look. I could melt if he simply touched me the right way, come to pieces within seconds. Who didn't want such pleasure? I just wasn't sure why I felt such a sudden urge. "And after everything that happened tonight-"

He moved from the bed, stood up as he interrupted me. "No one would even assume."

Yes. After everything that happened that night, no one would think that we would- well do such things.. And then I realized that no, there wasn't anything different. It was just the fact that we were slowing things down now.. Actually talking about it.. And usually, well twice before, we acted quickly, possessively, without thinking.. Simply animalistically.

I sat on the bed and watched how he was about to walk towards his closet, pulling his shirt over his head, glancing at me the very second a slight smile stretched my lips.. The very second I was staring at that perfect picture of him shirtless.. That damn perfect physique of his, such broad shoulders and muscly arms, tight and wide chest muscles, and perfect abs ending in that V.

I thought about how I already had my hands on him. On all that perfection. About what we did, in that car, and then after that in that very room.. How carelessly we acted. And now there we were, actually discussing all of it. So I smiled. I smiled because of the thought of that closeness we had. And he saw me.

He stopped, looked at me, smirked and left me with burning cheeks and instantly looking down. "Do that again.." I heard him say, but I acted like I didn't. The clear sound of that wind rushing, his speed as he appeared in front of me, right beside the bed.. His hand going right underneath my chin to make me look up at him. I did. Still sitting on the bed with my legs bent underneath me, my hands over my knees and my face now effortlessly directed to look at his.

"Smile again, Lana. Look at me again. Like that.." Like what? I thought. Like I could spill wine over that damn perfect body of his and lick it off of him? "I can read you. I know what you want. I know what you feel." Oh. And just like that, I suddenly had trouble breathing. The tingles coming back because that deep dark tone of his, that promising voice of his.. Standing like a tall building in front of me as I sat on the bed and listened somewhat carefully. "Quit trying to fool me."

He ran his fingers over my shoulder, down my arm and over my hand, taking it and very lightly pulling for me to stand up. I did. I stood up just so I could look at him better. Close. Face to face. Oh so unbelievably close that my heart skipped. What is wrong with me?! I was supposed to feel comfortable. I did feel comfortable. I was just supposed to be used to him by then. Why did I feel like a teenager in love, controlled and lead by nothing but hormones?

His hands were big, rough and warm as he pressed them so gently over the sides of my face. My eyes closed. "Screw them, I don't care how many witches that idiot has on his side. I just want to-"

"What?" I breathed out a simple question, and he answered it without hesitation.

"I just want you right here. Right now." I felt my heart hammer against my chest. He could take me. I wanted him to take me. Just like he said. Right then. Right there.

Again, I breathed out slowly, somewhat flattering my eyes open to be met with those daring black ones that stared back in mine with such possessiveness and passion.. I was lost. "What you did tonight.. You let everyone know. They know. I want everyone to know." I did let everyone know.. I kissed him in front of everyone and I didn't even care. Ha. Well, it's almost funny how simple that sounded. But no, I didn't care. I still didn't.

He caressed my cheeks with his thumbs and I melted underneath his touch. So slow. So gentle. "I want them all to know who you belong to." My breath cut very slightly, and I knew he heard it. Just the sound of those words excited me. I knew what he meant. I didn't get offended. I got just a bit more charged. "Do you?" I bit down on my lip and he followed that simple move so intently. "Do you know who you belong to, Lana?"

"You."

"Say it." His voice was daring, challenging, teasing.. Deep and raspy. Dark with desire. Mine was faint. Barely filling the silence. Oh God. Oh God, my hands were trembling. I clenched my fists, just to stop that shake.. What was he doing? What was he trying to make me do? Go insane from that craving I felt?

Then he made himself clear. "I want to hear you say it." I felt his breath over the side of my face, his hands moving down and over my shoulders, my arms, finally reaching my hands, swallowing my palms in his large ones. He pressed his lips against my ear and whispered. "Give me that pleasure, Lana, let me hear you say it."

He heard that slow, shaky breath that escaped me. His grip around my hands slightly tightened. I knew he could feel my excitement, the shiver, the rush of feelings through me. He knew it all.. He knew it well.

"I'm yours, Christian, you already know that."

He looked down at me, and I stared back with some kind of need, waiting for that simple look to control me. "I do. But that's not what I want to hear you say."

  I knew what he wanted me to say. And no matter how much I didn't like that kind of objective handling, when it came to him, I was ready to fall on my knees from those words.. I don't know what came upon me, but I liked the sound of it. Just like he said - I wanted to let go. Let myself go to him.

"I belong to you." I heard myself breathe out, following the darkening in his eyes, that clear possessiveness growing with no reason that night.. Perhaps it was always there, I just didn't want to see it.

"That's right. You belong to me." I almost shivered at him saying that. Yes I did take my shirt off, pushed him back and straddled him the last time we did something like that, but God I wanted him to show me that wildness, that possessiveness his eyes held, that control.. I wanted to get a taste of that too. "Not your body, Lana, not just that mouthwatering body of yours.. You proved tonight that I have your soul too."

  His hands were on my waist, over my hips, digging his fingers against my skin, against the meaty wide sides of my hips. I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath my fingers, his skin warm, hot, silky..

  As I ran them up towards his shoulders, over his large key bone, I could feel electricity on my palms, that sudden need to run my hands back down and undo his pants, let him rip my clothes and let him have me to the fullest that night.

  His breath was on the side of my face, warm and daring, and his eyes closed when he spoke. "If us means war, I'll win it. I'll win it just to get your trust. Just to get you fully.. Completely for myself."

"You have my trust, Christian." I said almost mechanically, feeling him move a bit backwards and feeling how I already wanted to pull him back close. I didn't. But I did stutter with my words a bit. "I- I thought I proved you that."

  His look upon me, upon my whole body now, it swallowed me.. His eyes gave away nothing but some mad craving.. And control. They held control. The kind I haven't seen before.

  He moved one hand over my waist, one over my arm and turned me around slowly, with a very slow spin.. Now the bed was in front of me, empty and messy, while he was behind me, absorbing and looking at my behind, yet not touching me even the slightest.

Touch me, dammit! Get those hands on me. Was all I wanted to say at that point.

"No, darling, no games. No more games. No more friends with benefits crap." I heard his voice from behind now, deep, raspy.. Promising. Only the sound of his voice could excite me to the fullest. "No more talking. No more denying." The tone came from one side, then another, like he was taking a few steps away then closer.. I stood still until I felt his hand over the very middle of my back, so gently running them down my spine. My eyes almost rolled closed by just that simple touch. "I want it all."

  He heard the shaky breath that escaped me. He loved the effect he had on me. And he continued his touch down my spine, stopping right where the pantie line started. I was wearing cotton shorts and the panties were lace from earlier that night. How did he know exactly where the panty line started?

  I wanted him to go further, but he stopped. "I might've let you play.. I might've let you lead that game.." His voice once again seemed to move around, disorientating me.. Yes, I did lead the game. I did push him on the bed. I did take off my shirt. I did straddle him passionately. And I did ride him till both of us were left breathless. Christ, I couldn't even believe I did those stuff.. But I did. "But it's time for me to have some fun. It's time for me to..-"

"To what?"

"To have you properly. To have you trust me to the fullest." And now.. Now he wanted to lead the game. In his own way. "Do you?"

  Trust. He once again mentioned trust. I told him I trusted him. Of course I did. After everything we went through together.. How could I not?

I wanted to blab out, explain, ask why he was asking, but then I remember that he wanted straight answers that night.

  "I- yes, of course I do."

"Show me then." I felt goosebumps form all over my skin when I felt him mumble against my shoulder from behind. My hair was tied, held with a clip, and the loose tank top I was wearing revealed my shoulders enough..

  I wanted to turn around so desperately, but I didn't. I liked the feeling of not knowing what he was going to do next. That showed my trust towards him. I just wished he knew..

And so I asked. "How?"

"Close your eyes. Right now.." It wasn't a harsh demand. It was a simple order. Calmed voice near my ear, so perfectly deep, clear.. The way he spoke always fascinated me. His vocabulary was rich and every word was thought through. He spoke with certainty and you could rarely hear any weakness in his voice. Never almost.

  He never sounded violent either. Even when we fought, he didn't sound scary. No, his voice was angry, but calmingly angry. For me at least. It was loud when we argued, but it was still promising that he would never really hurt me, no matter how much the two of us yelled and argued..

  And yes, I did trust him. So I closed my eyes. Slowly giving in to my first impulse. To simply close them. The room was already dark, dimply lighted, so it didn't make much difference. But it did make me slightly disoriented. I knew he was behind me because the bed was in front of me.. I could feel his presence.. His breath. Slow and steady. I knew he was looking at me from behind. Scanning me. Swallowing that picture of me. As calmed and obedient as I ever was.

  I felt him run the tip of his fingers over my shoulder blade, then pressing his full palm in the middle of my back. His palms were big because of his height, it must've taken half my upper back.

  "I can hear your heartbeat rapid against your chest. Your thoughts and fears from tonight. Let them go. Now." Again, his voice was deep, soft, lyrical, hypnotic.. It stumbled throughout my entire body, shivering my bones and settling perfectly.. "Forget about it." I did. I forgot about everything I had on mind earlier. And he knew that I let go of my thoughts. He must've felt my back muscles relaxing underneath his hand. He still put it away, making me long for his touch the very instant.

  His voice was the only thing in my head. "You feel that? Your other senses heightening? You can't see, but you can feel everything else.. More. You feel more." Yes. Yes, everything else was heightened. Even the emotions inside me.

  He was doing things.. Unbelievable things to me, inside me, within me, by nothing else but his voice. When I felt him press his lips over my left shoulder, I heard a sharp breath escaping me. He heard it too.

  "Now your skin is starting to heat up.. Your blood starting to boil with that adrenaline.. Your mind slowly going blank." The way he mumbled against my skin caused vibrations and tingles to go from that spot throughout my entire body. What was he doing to me? "You're letting go, Lana. That's what it feels like to let yourself go to someone." He answered, just like he could read my thoughts. "And now I'm going to show you what it feels like to let yourself go to me."

  His voice was caressing and gliding through me.. Deep and soft, filled with gentleness, promise. This man.. God, he was magical. The power in his voice always terrified me, because he could manipulate me with his simple tone, scare me and calm me with a single word. I always loved listening to him talk, but now that I had my eyes closed, it was the only thing I could focus on. His voice. And I never loved it more.

  His heat radiated from behind me for another few seconds, and then simply disappeared in the silence. I kept my eyes closed.

"Christian?"

"Keep your eyes closed."

"I- I am.. I am." I repeated, adjusting to the fact that he spoke from somewhere away. "Where are you?" I heard the muted sound of the automatic curtains closing..

"Shh.. No talking." He was somewhere closer again.. "Only if I ask you a question, you answer. Alright?" My body stiffened by the thought of what he was going to do next.. Not in the fearful kind of way.. But in that exciting wonder on where he was going to touch me, kiss me maybe..

"Mhm."

"Try that again. With a real answer." He was near me. Behind me again.

I felt his hand near my hair, a simple touch of the clip that was holding it, a pull, and my hair fell heavy over my back, the locks and waves from earlier that night falling effortlessly and reaching my spine. I heard a very muted groan escape him, almost like a growl even, but so quiet that it was unnoticeable. He moved even closer and I trembled at the feel of his hands over my hair.. His face was somewhere on the side of mine and at that point I was melting.. My eyes were shut closed, yet I never anything more vivid..

"Yes," I had trouble filling my lungs with air.. The tingles in my stomach were wild, the feelings going through me unmerciful.. His touch travelled painfully slowly over my hips, slightly up my stomach..

His hands were separated from my skin by nothin but that layer of the thin cotton shirt. I wasn't even wearing a bra.. And I had trouble breathing now.. The slowness was killing me. Teasing me. Playing me. I was already twitching and pulsing between my legs, making me shut them tighter together..

My breaths weren't as sharp, but they were hallow and loud.. Heavy even. I knew he could hear them. And he loved the effect he had on me in that moment. I just couldn't understand why I was feeling so excited, so aroused.. It wasn't anything new with him.. Well, perhaps it was. The fact that we were taking it slow. The fact that he wad talking to me and not just ripping my clothes off..

"I don't want you to think that there's a different side of me, Lana. There isn't." I could hear him talk from behind me, the heat of his body radiating and connecting with mine. "I'm maybe a royal, but I'm no master. I don't find pleasure in getting or causing pain. No, I take it from controlling, seeing you obeying, trusting me.."

I could feel how he took a good grip over the end of my shirt, his arms going from behind me and trapping mine against my waist, almost in a way of hugging me from behind, and then taking a good hold of the front edge of the shirt that ended somewhere where my stomach did.

What he said.. I already knew that. I knew he liked the control. I liked giving him that because it made me feel like I was finally letting go of my problems, of every worry, and with full trust letting him make me forget. Just like then.. Just like in that moment.

A small turn of the material was enough, effortlessly ripping the end of the front side of my shirt.. The cotton ripped slowly, just at the end, and he stopped for a second. My stomach preformed a turn and so did my heart.. I was barely able to keep breathing from how harsh my heart was beating against my chest.

"You'll do as I told you, comply to my wishes," Oh gladly. Was all that went though my head at that point.. I turned red by my own thoughts, while all he did was preform another slight rip over my shirt, now ripping it somewhere in the middle of my stomach. "but I promise you, you'll find my wishes to be for your own pleasure. You already know I would never hurt you."

The shirt was ripped a bit more, and I lost my breath a bit more too. Just a few inches and my breasts were going to be fully revealed.

His breath ran over my shoulder, and I never had a bigger urge to turn around, to look at him, to kiss him.. But I kept it together. "I give you my word on that, Lana." I tried staying still, but my legs felt faint, and I was expecting myself to collapse any minute now. "And I can also promise you that by the end of this night, after leaving you speechless, thoughtless, senseless.. The only thing you'll know is going to be my name.."

I took in a deep breath, my chest rising and the already ripped shirt completely being separated in two.. It was now only falling over my shoulders and covering half my breasts. The middle was my full cleavage and skin, his hands going over my stomach and waist and turning me to face him. Effortlessly. With a simple pull.

I felt his breath on the side of my face, yet I kept my eyes shut. Those perfect lips tingled and teased over my skin, my hair, finally reaching my ear.

"Just keep one thing in mind, darling. We're not alone in the house. So your moans and begs are going to have to stay for me, and me only."

That was neither a warning or a threat. It was a promise. And I never felt more urged to see, to feel such promise come to life. Because I wanted everything he said. I was longing for it. I was desperate for that forget.. Such forget that only he could give me. A word he gave.. a promise he was going to keep.

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Soo guys, I decided to make a chapter that's a bit more charged, just as an introduction to what might happen next 😉 New plot twists coming from next chapter.

Hope you enjoyed this new sexy side of Chris tho. Now we finally see why he's the darker brother 😂 We still all knew he was never a master, y'all know he never got himself a slave in the first book.. He just likes his girls under a bit of control..

Comment & vote if you liked it babes ❤️ Kisses,