Chapter Sixteen

All alone they sat gloomily in the dark.

They wondered, They cried.

They are sleeping.

but all in the gloom.

They are craving things, that,

They shouldn't want to.

All they crave are being met.

When they are near.

It shouldn’t be.

Kai POV many years ago

"He is dead," I inquired. Zane nodded as he kicked his lifeless body. He was our dear uncle J. We had loved him but he was a devil in disguise.

"He deserves this," Zane said, "He deserves far worse."

Zane was right, it's karma. He reaps what he sews.

"His wife, his son, his daughter, they will all feel our pain," Zane vowed

"No!" I exclaimed slowly, "His family did nothing to us."

I may be known as the devil or whatever they called me, but I still have a heart. I will never hurt someone who did me no wrong. His family is innocent. They did not know what he did back then.

"Why not," Zane questioned, "They will feel the pain my parents went through before death."

I nodded at him, "No, Zane, they have nothing to do with what he did." I will not hurt an innocent. His may be bad but did us no wrong.

Madelyn POV

"Hmmm," I tried to move but his hands tighten around my waist. "When did we get home." I mean we were in his car a few minutes ago.

"So, you are awake," He asked coldly, turning me to face him.

"No," I let out without thinking, making him laugh lightly.

"What happens, babe," He asked softly, his lips were close to mine making me close my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. He made me feel things I shouldn't feel. I like him for making me feel the way I felt but I hate him at the same time.

But why? Why must I hate him? He did nothing wrong. Then why do I hate him? I hate him for forcing me to marry him, yeah. That is it, I hate him for forcing me to marry. "No!" My mind shouted, hell no.

I like him for forcing me to marry him. I… I… I just hate him. There is no reason. Maybe there is. I am not sure yet.

"Closing your eyes won't save you from your punishment babe." He said caressing my cheek closely which sent shivers down my spine. That's why I hate him. He is a mood spoiler, he is rude.

"You know babe I gave you a phone so I could call you," He said then added, "But instead of you taking it with you, you hid under your pillow." I snapped my eyes open at his words, how did he know I placed the phone under the pillow? I never said anything about me putting the phone under the pillow. That was top secret. How did he find out?

"W-what?" I asked, trying to move which made him smirk evilly at me. "I am so-" I could not finish my statement, his lips caught mine in a hot and passionate kiss. I kiss him back hungrily.

"Don't be," he said when we broke our kiss for breath, "I am glad you did, I will punish you, babe." He rubbed my lips slowly, gently with his tom finger.

"I promise you will love my punishment, babe, don't be scared." He said as I trembled under him. "Please," I murmured, not knowing what I was begging for. He wasn't hurting me, he was very gentle, and he spoke gently. So what was I begging for? I don't know if that was true.

"What are you begging for, baby," He asked, kissing my neck and leaving marks everywhere his lips touched.

"For you," I whispered in a breathy voice I never knew I had, "Please," I cried when his hands rubbed my inner thighs.

"You have me," He said in a husky voice that was filled with desire, "You have all of me." He captured my lips in a hot kiss.

"We have to stop now, baby," He said, breaking our kiss broke my heart at the moment, why must we stop? We are married for crying out loud.

He doesn't love me, I am not attractive enough. Fuck! Why did I want him? When did I start to want him? I don't know. I just needed him but he denied me. He doesn't want me. I felt ashamed of myself. I should not have wanted him. He made me feel as though I am slutty. I should not want someone I don't know. Someone who forced me to marry him. Yet I did.

"Go to sleep," He ordered formally when he had returned to his side of the bed. He tried to hug me but I pulled away from him.

"Come here," He ordered.

"No," I cried, like a fool letting my stupid tear falls. I hate myself for that.

"What!" He gripped me beneath him.

"Get off me," I cried, not trying to push him away. I want, what he was doing.

"Why are you crying baby," He asked, whipping my tears with his lips.

"I… I…. I… " I was ashamed to admit that I wanted him. I hate myself for wanting him.

"What?" He inquired a bit annoyed.

"Why," I cried out like a child who had lost her best toy, "You don't want me, I am not hot enough." I cried even louder.

"Fuck!" He let out, "Fuck, baby, just fuck!" He kissed my forehead, which made me cry even louder, trembling beneath him.

"You are more than enough baby," He said gently, making me nod at his words, "And you are more than hot," He said which made me brush, "I want you, baby, I want you so much." He took my hand and placed it on the front of his shorts, which made me brush even more.

"See," He inquired, which made me nod at him, "I just don't want you to regret when doing any of this baby, I need you to take your time." He said softly caressing my cheeks.

"Okay," I brushed, my right hand was still on his manhood.