"Then stay with me. Let me protect you." She took another step back at his advancing ones till her back hit the window. Something about him and his words didn't seem fake.
It looked like he breathed and lived in danger and violence. He did not look like the man she knew.
“And who will protect me from you?” She said feeling anxious.
Corners ofKaelith’smouth curled upwards, his eyes gleamed malevolently. There was an unsettling confidence in his laugh. His eerie grin caused an uneasy sensation to creep up her bare arms raising the hair follicle in their wake.
"There," his grin widened. Amara felt chills running down her spine as he stopped at a reachable distance. "See, how divine you look obeying me."
Kaelith leaned in, his voice a smooth and convincing rhythm, "Fear not, little one. I'm not the danger, if anything, I'm the shield that hides it.” He slid his fingers beneath her chin, tilting it upward with a subtle yet firm touch.
“Embrace the shadows with me, and you'll find peace in my chaos.” Amara looked tongue-tied at him realizing the meaning behind his words.
He offered protection wrapped in a veil of allure. A sanctuary only he could provide. The dark promises.
His fingers underneath her chin sensually traced the length of her slender neck. “No matter how much you resistthis, you cannot resist the temptation, little one. Fuck, I can feel your pulse jacking up, are you sure you want me to let you go?” He feigned mock in his tone and brushed the back of his fingers against her collarbone.
Thefeatherytouchesevokedtinglingsensationsheighteningthesensitivityofherbody.She shivered but this time, it had nothing to do with fear.
“S-Stop, please.” Amara gasped feeling helpless and confused at her body’s reaction.
Kaelith noticed and bit his lips to hide his grin.“What? This?” His fingers continued tracing along her collarbones to her shoulders and hooked his one finger into the strap of the nightgown.
“Kaelith…”
“Yes, say my name. Recite it like a prayer,” he lowered his mouth to her ear.“Only god you’ll ever worship is me, only name you’ll ever remember is mine. I’ll taint you in a way you’ll forget the difference between sin and redemption.”
Her chest heaved up and down, her breasts brushing against his shirt. Amara forgot how to breathe. He was so close. Close enough to look into her soul. Eyes so dark she forgot theiroriginal color.
This was it… the exact thing shefeared…. resisted… hopedfor?Shewasn’tinhersensesto comprehend him. Was he going to possess her as he promised? She couldn’t dare ask, she could hardly even speak.
CHAPTER 41
“But I’ll let you have freedom for a day. Gather your thoughts, make your decisions, and when the day tomorrow ends, you’ll find me right here. But under different conditions.” Kaelith mumbled against her lips — separated by an inch distance yet close enough to breathe in her scent.“You’ll be under me. Not standing.” He whispered and pulled away.
Amara took a deep breath she was holding as his warmth pulled away. The thoughts swirled like a storm within her.
It wasn’t like she wanted to go to Rafael after what he did to her, but a rational part of her knew how wrong this was. Staying with Kaelith, who was equally morally grey, was far more dangerous than anything. For her heart and her mind. He played with her like his favorite toy, teasing her, making her feel butterflies and whatnot, and then, he took a step back, leaving her begging and panting for more when she knew she shouldn’t ask.
What was happening to her? It mustn’t be what she thought it was.
“Don’t have any ideas of running away. I will chase you. And when I catch you, I’m going to fuck that defiance out of you.”
He didn’t have to say those words; cause Amara was not planning to flee. Not like she did not want to, but where wouldshe run exactly? Her memories were fatal, woven in thin fragments that were there and still not there at the same time.
And after what Rafael did to her, she didn’t know what she’d do. For the time being, she’d let it go as it was going.
But with careful steps. Not to get herself hurt in the process. Or her heart.
“I’ll send Martha to dress up your wounds.” Kaelith’s gaze lingered on her bandaged arms. Red-hot fury swirled inside him, and the urge to kill intensified.
He should’ve killed that fucked instead of leaving him beaten up. Maybe he’d go back and still find him in the bar, knocked out, but that would probably cause suspicion. Why not bring him here and skin him alive? Even though he was his brother, Amara was someone Kaelith wanted to protect with his heart and soul.
The belt whips on her skin just unable him to see beyond the rage.
But Kaelith calmed himself. He didn’t want to scare Amara more than she already was.
“Thank you,” Amara mutteredgenuinely feeling grateful that he dressed herwounds. Despite kidnapping her and bringing her here without her knowledge, she wasn’t as agitated as she should have felt.
