I yawned as my sleepy mind felt something piercing the skin on my face. It was annoyingly sharp and pricky. I whimpered and tried to scratch my cheek but my hand unfortunately came into contact with more pricky things.
I groaned and slept again, without giving much thought to it. As soon as my mind dozed off again, I heard some sounds of wood knocking. I hissed and opened my eyes to kill the frustrating world, which had no work left other than annoying me.
I stiffened as my eyes came into contact with something black and silky looking. I tried to move my body but I felt like a heavy weight was on me. I yelped as soon as my mind started working back. There was someone upon me, sleeping.
How dare this person?!
I pulled my hands from beneath him and tried to push his face away. I looked down with efforts and screamed loudly when I saw that person had nothing on except his loose pants. Those pants were also hanging too low on his waist.
The person groaned and shifted upon me slightly. My eyes bulged out of their sockets when they fell upon the grey eyes of Mr. Bradford. I swallowed slowly, trying to wet my suddenly parched throat.
"What happened, firefly?" He murmured in his husky and hoarse voice which sent shivers to my core. I shuddered beneath him while my eyes digged glares at him.
"What are you doing on me, Mr. Bradford?" I hissed, gritting my teeth.
"Sleeping?"
"Why?"
"Because I want to," He shrugged.
"I didn't give you the permission to touch me!" I exclaimed, scowling at him. He was almost suffocating me by his heavy weight. He weighed more than a bulk.
"Did I need that too?" He chuckled darkly, dwelling back into my neck. My stomach clenched as he sniffed my fragrance and hummed in satisfaction.
"W-What are you doing? Get up this instant," I demanded in stern voice, but for a fact, I knew that it would not have single effect on him.
"Shh..." He whispered lowly as his finger rested on my lips, silencing me down effortlessly.
My breathe became shallower due to his proximity. His continuous breathe falling upon my naked neck, disturbed my mind, efficiently washing all the saneness away.
My eyes lowered on his muscular, naked back which looked enchanting. I had a sudden craving of roaming my hands there and feeling it but I dismissed the thought as soon as it came. I squirmed under him making him groan loudly. I stopped as he swiftly pushed up his body and stared into my eyes.
"Stop moving," He ordered, narrowing his eyes.
"I won't until you leave me." I challenged, looking back fiercely at him.
"Careful, wife." He mocked as he lifted himself from me and laid beside me.
I stopped myself from whimpering in annoyance as the cold air hit my body. I looked down at myself to see a black shirt buttoned on my chest. I whipped my head sideways and glared at Theodore. I lifted myself from the bed and sat down, glaring at him.
"How dare you?!"
"What dare?" He raised his eyebrow, ignoring my rising temper.
"How dare you change my dress?!" I shouted, grabbing his attention.
He opened his eyes and looked at me smugly. He smirked, grabbing my arm and pulling me upon himself. I shrieked in panick whereas my palms landed flat on his chest. Naked, eye catching, muscular, beautiful chest.
"It was my responsibility," He shrugged again, biting his lip as a smile threatened to blow out on it. I hissed and tried to pull myself away from him but he pushed me back while pressing his hand on my waist.
"Responsibility, my ass. I didn't ask you then why did you?" I yelled, thumping my fists on his chest in rage. My efforts died when his contagious laugh reached my ears. My eyes widened fractionally as I heard him laughing so naturally. It was not fake or mocking.
"True, wife. Your beautiful ass is also mine like your body." He teased, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire.
I clenched my jaw and glared at him. He was so frustrating. Did he find only me to annoy this morning? I blinked as I realized something. This was the first time we were waking up together, since me married. I remembered clearly how he threatened me to sleep with him on the same bed but not even for once had I ever seen him sleeping beside me or waking up next to me. Infact, I never saw him in that room in the night.
This was the first time and it was like this, he was half naked and I was in his shirt.
"I'm not your wife," I retorted and looked away, huffing.
"Are you back on your drama?" He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in dismay.
"Which drama?" I scrunched my face.
"I'm -not- your -wife- drama,"
I closed my eyes in frustration and fisted my hands on his chest. What was his actual problem? One moment, he acted like I was his greatest enemy in the world. He behaved like I had stabbed him in the past. Second moment, he acted like we were a sweet happy couple, which we were not because he forced me into this.
Taking my silence as an invitation, he asked, "Do you know what you want, Caitlyn?"
I maintained silence and gazed into his deep, grey orbs. He stared back intensely, sending chills through my body.
"Speak, Caitlyn."
"A divorce," I murmured after gulping the saliva down my throat. My throat went dry when his eyes narrowed into slits, fading away all the humor from his face.
"Care to repeat, Mrs. Bradford?" He asked in his chilled, distant voice, sending shivers to my soul. It looked like he would not think even for a second before plunging my beating heart out of my chest.
"I want my old life back. This all is so messed up. You are always upto something. Don't you understand how hard it is for me when one second you behave like you care for me and another second you behave like you want to kill me! You don't even tell me what revenge you are talking about. You keep accusing me of something as cheap as talking lie about my own rape attempt!" I spat till my voice croaked, glaring at him immensely.
This silenced him, this time. I did not want to pour my heart out to him like this but he only compelled me to do this. Since we had met, I have never been able to understand him and make an opinion about him.
And, this all was because of him only. How would I be able to understand him when one moment he threatens me and second moment seduces me. I was a human for a known reason and that was – I did not hold the power to read people's mind and heart, otherwise, wouldn't I have been a god?
"Ha! Now, you're quiet!" I hissed, maintaing my glare.
"You will get to know about it when time comes but I'm sure if you push your mind, you will be able to recall your sins." He bit out, bitterly.
"Again, you are trying to cover up the topic. Why do you behave like this?" I snapped, clenching my jaw. Second by second, I was getting more frustrated.
"Like what?"
"Like, like we are a co–couple?" I stuttered, as his hold tightened on me.
"Aren't we?"
"This is wrong!"
"Nothing is wrong between a husband and wife," He shrugged, looking straight through my eyes, intimidating me a little.
"But you hate me!" I exclaimed, tiredly.
"What about you? Do you?" He asked, looking into my eyes skeptically. The glint in his eyes shut me up in confusion.
"We were discussing about you, Mr. Bradford!" I narrowed my eyes accusingly.
"I don't know," He answered, "Now, you tell."
I was caught off guard as we were suddenly rolled and now he was lying on the top of me, suffocating my poor lungs. I hissed and glared at him.
"Yes, I hate you so much." I spat, pouring all my anger, frustration in my voice.
My heart skipped a beat when his eyes hardened and without a warning his lips came crashing upon my mouth. His lips mashed against mine, as if trying to flatten and destroy my mouth.
I angrily pushed him but to no avail. My mind warned me alertly to not loose since my body had already started reacting to his touches and kisses. I wanted to kiss him back hungrily and claim his mouth back, like he was doing with mine.
He groaned as I kept on pushing him. He left his mouth only to grab my hands and pin them upon my head in his vice grip. I sank more in bed when his lips mashed against mine again. But this time, I kept aside all my hatred and kissed him back angrily.
His teeth were still clenched and it was only his secret to tell on how he was able to kiss me so perfectly, deeply and dominatingly. I could not understand how he every time managed to capture my brain along with my body. Was it black magic?
I suddenly winced when he bit my lips, making me taste a metallic taste in my mouth. I sucked in a deep breathe through my nose and opened my mouth, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to reach the moist space within but he did not let me.
I groaned as he pulled back roughly making me stop in my tracks and seal my lips. I lowered my eyes and tried to gain my breath back. One thing I knew for sure was, he was toxic because every time he gets successful in intoxicating me.
"I will tell you what you want, Caitlyn." He breathed out his minty and husky smell on my neck, digging his face there.
I remained silent since my brain was not able to grasp anything other than the heat coming from his body.
"Your lowered gaze asks me to come close to you. Your every expressions begs me to take you. Your eyes and those irises, they both attract me towards you slowly and slowly. This is what you want too, Caitlyn. But you are too egoistic to ask me that boldly," He mumbled in his sotto voice, while keeping his finger on my lips when I tried to retort back.
"You show to the world that you are brave, Caitlyn but you are not. Because you can't accept your own truth, Caitlyn. The truth that your body desires me the same way my body desires you. You are too weak to accept it, unlike me. I might not like you but I never hesitate from accepting that I desire you,"
My breath hitched after his confession as he rubbed his nose along the length of my neck and jaw, making it difficult for me to remain sane and not grab him by his neck and kiss him again.
My mind mocked as the thought of kissing him crossed through the lane of my brain neurons, making me more nervous and desperate. Yes, desperate was the word which could describe the hunger I was feeling for my husband's touch.
I believe, I also have lost my mind officially due to living under his company more than necessary and nothing could be more devastating than the fact that indeed I was craving his touch and kisses. It was hard enough to admit it to myself and for sure I would never admit this to him. Since I didn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of him because for all I knew he might be playing with my emotions and mind, I tried to wiggle out of his hold.
"Leave me, now. I have given you enough time." I bit out, pushing at his hands which kept mine in his cage.
"Why do you keep running away? Face me and this situation, Caitlyn."
"I don't know what you are talking about," I mumbled, feigned frowning. I twisted my lips in annoyance as he smirked and his lips drew into a charming sarcastic smile.
"You know very well, Mrs. Bradford. Everytime, I come close to you, you deny my touch. Your mind denies it but your body worships it. Tell me, Caitlyn. Are you still waiting for your ex lover boy?" He chuckled as his tone took an eighty degree angle change and turned from cold to frosty and demeaning.
His lethal stare and the cruelty shining in his eyes instilled a fear in my heart, for Drake.
"He has a name" I spat, scowling in offense.
"I don't care," He shrugged, giving me a meaningful glare and a slight tilt of his head.
"His name is Drake." I bit out softly, trying to ignore the condition in which I was.
"Did you ever love him, Caitlyn?" I was again caught off guard as he again surprised me with his question. With the amount of bitterness and hatred his voice contained, it felt like he was suffering from constipation.
I fell into silence as I pondered over the question myself. Drake and me were best friends and were going to marry because of that only. But yeah, he already had confessed his love to me whereas I was still confused at that time.
The problem was I never felt attached whenever we used to kiss. It always felt like we were just fulfilling our bodies' demands and not enjoying it. That was the main reason, we never went ahead of kissing. We used to just make out, no other dirty business.
"Yes, I did." I stuttered slightly as I averted my gaze from him and looked aside, to ignore his intense and demanding stare.
"Why did you take so much time to think?" He mocked, bringing his finger near to my face and playing with the strands of my hair lying on my face.
"I am not answerable to you," I sneered, regaining my power over my senses and body.
"You are answerable as long as you are my wife. It's my right to know about you." He hissed, twisting the strand of hair in his hand roughly. I winced and glared at him as he looked at me blankly while continuing toying with my hairs.
"Why are you behaving like this?" I snapped furiously.
"How?" He raised his brow, looking at me with interest.
"From being cold, why are you suddenly so interested about me?" I questioned suspiciously, looking at him alerted.
"I always was," He shrugged, rolling his shoulder a bit in dismissal.
"But you never asked me earlier." I accused, totally not believing his web of lies that he knitted just now.
"I'm a busy person, firefly. I don't sit and catch mosquitoes all the day, unlike you." He muttered darkly, bringing his hand near the nape of my neck and drawing circles there.
"N–No, Mr. Bradford. J–Just stay who y–you are! Don't try to change the fac–ts" I warned, more likely, made a fool of myself by stuttering in front of him. He smirked, very well knowing the effect of what he was doing.
"And who am I to you, Caitlyn?" He whisper-asked, rubbing the tips of his fingers on my skin, making me ticklish.
"A deal," I spoke, bringing cold, jaw–slacked silence with it.
"Just a deal?" He snarled as he gripped my wrists more tightly in his clutch. His intense and heart throbing glare seemed to get more lethal now. My heart picked up its speed, raising goosebumps all over my skin with the way he was staring at me.
I felt like a lymph in front of a big bad wolf.
"Yes," I gulped.
"A wife should not call her husband a deal, Mrs. Bradford." He chuckled humourlessly, pushing his weight upon me. I yelped as his naked chest pressed firmy against my breasts, accelerating my heartbeats.
"You were never my husband."
"You are forgetting that I married you, Caitlyn." He growled bitterly, making me dig myself further into the bedsheet. I winced as his hand left my hands and went under my head, clutching my hairs in a firm grip.
Still, I picked up courage and filled him with the forgotten information,
"You are forgetting that you promised to let me go when I get proof for my innocence."
I narrowed my eyes as he just stared at me with his hardened, furious eyes which had a strange glint in them. The eyes which seemed to be screaming, 'I will kill you, Caitlyn if you don't shut up!'
"You don't have the proof, yet." He smirked.
"So?"
"You are still my wife," He claimed, looking at me possessively while his orbs shone with arrogance.
"Sooner rather than later, I will get the proofs."
"You won't be able to,"
"Why are you so hell bent on proving me wrong? And why will I get no proofs?" I snarled, glaring at him.
"Because you are wrong! If I couldn't gather enough evidences, then, you possibly can't find anything. You will just have to wait till I feel like leaving you. Till then, you have no other option other than to remain my wife."
"For a second, even if I believe I was lying, what would you do then? Kill me after the black panther get pleased?"
"You don't want to listen."
"Oh, I'm very sure I also want to know what you have in your mind for me. Because I'm sure, you must have done something to prove me wrong already. That is why you are always so sure about everything." I mocked sarcastically giving him a turtle eye.
"Your heart knows you are wrong, Caitlyn. I'm sure your liar mouth doesn't agree with your heart."
"Don't divert the topic, Mr. Bradford," I growled, "Answer my question!"
He left my hairs with a push and lifted himself from upon me, sitting beside me. I too picked up myself and sat, facing him. I breathed a sigh of relief, rasing my eyebrow at him. He rubbed his hands on his face before looking at me sharply.
"You always claim that you were a victim, right?" He sneered, grasping my elbow and bringing his face near mine.
I just gave him a blank look and raised my eyebrow asking him to continue,
"Then listen well, Caitlyn. If I get to know that you were involved in the murder case that happened years ago, I will not even think for a second before making you the victim of your made up lie. I will not hesitate before raping you amd fulfilling your fancy lie." He spoke, showing flagrant disregard for the law and my feelings.
My lips parted on their own in disbelief as he pushed me away from him like I was a piece of trash which was dumped into dustbin. Registering his words in my mind, my hand lifted and before I could stop myself, my palm striked with his face with a thundering speed and pressure.
I glared at him as his face turned slightly left with the force. I gulped heavily, trying to swallow my anger down. I looked at him with pure disgust and disbelief as his eyes turned red and narrowed into slits. His face looked murderous by my impetuous act.
"You–You are such a despicable man, Mr. Bradford. I didn't know you could go this low in order to just avenge yourself." I spat, digging holes in his face with my harsh glare.
"Sweet sweet Caitlyn, you don't know me yet. Just because I told you that my body desires you doesn't mean my mind desires you." He mocked, setting his ruthless glare at me.
"Don't tense, little wife. I won't do such a thing with anyone," He spoke with his now amused voice, "I just wanted to test you."
Was he bipolar? How could somebody change his expression and mood so fast?
"You better!" I warned him with my murderous glare.
He chuckled mockingly and was about to say something when we heard someone knocking door. He looked at me with a strange emotion on his face and before even I knew, I was under him again.
"Well, to avenge the slap your just gave me, I will have to do something." He spoke in his highly amused–not so interested – filled with mischief – voice.
I hissed and glared at him,
"Enter," He bellowed as he ignored my actions and dipped his face before setting his lips on mine. I shut my lips and hid my face more under him in embarrassment as the door opened.
My cheeks turned red when I heard the door opening and the silence that availed after the assumed person entered.
"Bradford?"
My eyes widened when I heard a very familiar amused voice. I shut my eyes and dug myself under Theodore to avoid the embarrassment. Marco was here, with a calm but disturbing silence surrounding him.
I choked on my spit and coughed when suddenly Mr. Bradford lifted himself from me and smirked my way. I shrieked in embarrassment as my eyes landed on Marco who was giving us a very teasing look.
"I didn't know you were already making babies, Theo. I would have suggested you some better techniques if you had let me known about this beforehand." He spoke, pouncing on the couch lazily.
"Shut up, Brown. You better get yourself out this instant before I call the security." Mr. Bradford sneered, sending a known glare his way. I dug myself deeper and covered myself with the blanket, zoning out from there conversation.
"Ha, I know you are a celibate for two months now but that doesn't mean yo—" Marco was cut off by Mr. Bradford who threatened him to get out before he leaks something important in the media.
Marco muttered a curse, most probably glaring at Theodore and then he was gone within a blink of eye. I removed the blanket and looked sideways to hear an another knock. I hid myself back when I saw a waiter there.
"Sir, your orders are here," He informed, with the sound of screeching steel of gueridon trolley that was strolling in front of him.
"Keep and leave," He commanded in his cold and void of emotion voice and lifted the blanket from upon me after he left.
I peaked at him to see him standing and walking towards the tray left on the table. I scowled and sat straight when I looked at the two glasses of milk, shining under the sunlight coming from window.
Don't tell me that he is gonna ask me to drink that tasteless, butter like drink. It is really terribly disgusting to drink. My eyes widened in horror as he picked up the glasses and turned to bed. I pressed my lips in a thin line as he put the glasses on bedrest.
He strode back and came with a small containing cinnamon. Cinnamon? Who in his sane mind eats such bitter and tasteless things?
"Here, take this, Caitlyn." He ordered as he offered me cinnamon. My throat gagged even on thinking about these sinful eatables.
"No, thank you." I gave him a strained smile and turned my face away from that bowl. The bowl had started giving me goosebumps.
"Don't be a kid and pick four pieces fast." He muttered as he picked a handful of cinnamon himself and put in his mouth.
"Why me?" I whined, giving him a glare.
"Eat this before I make you do it my way," He threatened, tilting his head. I exhaled, knowing that he would not let this go. So, without any argument further, I picked two tiny pieces and put them in my mouth.
"I believe, I told you to have four." He raised his eyebrow, intimidating me again.
"Nothing more than three!" I sneered in annoyance as I picked one more piece and chewed on it.
I gagged as I tried to swallow the pieces of its bark. Mr. Bradford gave me a stink eye as he had already ate his shares of pieces. He picked up the glass of milk and drank himself before lifting the second glass and looking my way.
My eyes widened and I started shaking my head frantically. I dragged myself away from him on the bed as he raised his eyebrow.
"I'm not going to drink that vile thing," I yelled as I tried to sound confident.
He suddenly grabbed my ankle and dragged me back towards him with a swift pull. He shook his head in resentment while grabbing my jaw gently.
"I have many better ways to make you drink this. So, its your choice now what you choose." He whispered as he eyed my lips with lust visible in his transparent eyes.
I whimpered and pushed his hand away before snatching the glass from him. I closed my nostrils with my one hand and pinned the glass on my lips dreadily. Mr. Bradford put his hand on glass and pushed my lips open, making me swallow that tasteless and awfully smelling thing.
I gagged two three times but finished the glass because he didn't let me remove the glass from my mouth. He glanced at me dryly before keeping the glass back.
"Who even drinks milk?" I sneered as soon as he removed the glass away from me.
"Everyone should," He muttered sending a meaningful glance my way, telling me with his eyes how healthy it is.
"Are you really crazy? Who sane person eats cinnamon? They are like–yuk!" I spat, scowling at him.
"Trust me, they have many benefits when taken with milk." He chuckled sending me a sultry stare.
I gulped and raised my eyebrow skeptically,
"Please, my lord, do enlighten me too of the benefits." I snarled sarcastically as I glanced at the empty the glass in distaste.
"You really wanna know?"
My eyes widened at his casual and friendly tone. It felt like he was really asking my preference.
"Yea, afterall, I had to bear its awful taste."
"You sure?" He whisper-asked, smirking my way.
"Yes," I bellowed, twisting my lips in frustration.
My breath hitched as he suddenly bent and came face to face with me. He smirked before opening his not–so–loving mouth to speak.
"Cinnamon increases fertility and sweetens the taste of semen," He whispered, looking into my eyes straightly. My face turned beetroot red since I could feel my ears burning with embarrassment.
He snorted before chuckling on my face. He lifted himself away whereas my widened eyes kept looking at him, abashed.
"We're going out, get ready."
He muttered before he strode in the direction of bathroom, leaving me embarrassed and hot with red colour enhancing my cheeks.
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♤Taste of semen? Eww.... I can't even think about touching it myself! Sorry, if I hurt someone's feeling,
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