[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 325: From Play to Accusation

~Evric’s POV~

Finally, after the long, intense drive, we reached our destination. The car slowed and pulled up to Zayn’s mother’s house.

The driver parked the vehicle, signaling the end of our road trip.

Zayn lifted his head from my shoulder, looking at the familiar home with relief. We both stepped out of the car, stretching our cramped legs.

I turned to him, trying to smooth things over. "Hope you’ve forgiven me?"

He scoffed, his face tightening instantly. "No," he said, the softness from the car gone. "Just because I rested my head on your shoulder doesn’t mean I forgive you."

I quickly tried to usher him toward the house. "Babe, you can’t be like this. This is your mother’s house, you can’t let her see—"

Zayn cut in, his voice low and sharp. "See what? You want me to cover you up? You don’t want my mom to see how badly you treated me? The extent you went to prove a point with my body?"

I panicked, hearing the genuine hurt in his tone. "Babe, I am so sorry. We talked about this; I didn’t mean to go that hard, I didn’t realize I hurt you—"

"I told you I’ve heard you," he interrupted, his eyes cold.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice, but the weight of his words was crushing. "But the fact remains the same, Evric. You didn’t just prove a point. You raped me."

"What? That accusation came out of nowhere, I was completely caught off guard."

"Yes, you didn’t just prove a point. You rape me, Evric, you completely disrespected me. I wasn’t enjoying it; all I felt was pain. I just silently took it because you were so determined to assert yourself. That wasn’t love. That was you using my body to win an argument."

My mouth fell open. I couldn’t close it. "I... I raped you?"

"Yes," he said, holding my gaze with a look that made me feel like a criminal. "If I raped you, you would scream, not be silent." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I was screaming inside," he countered, looking at me as if I had truly committed an unforgivable crime. "You really hurt me, and I can’t just forgive you for that yet."

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. The seriousness of his accusation, of abuse of my power and insensitivity, was devastating.

I quickly moved closer, desperate. "Please, babe, I will make it up to you. But ’rape’ is a big allegation, baby... can you just stop all this? We are at your mother’s house already. If we step inside, you can’t act like I did something horrible... don’t let your mom think badly of me."

Zayn didn’t answer. He turned and walked past me toward the porch.

I stood there, immobilized, instantly regretting every single action. He wasn’t just accusing me of being selfish; he was accusing me of rape. That was a serious crime.

I had planned to use this trip to ask his mother about the family’s traditional marriage requirements, the things I needed to bring or do before officially asking for Zayn’s hand. I wanted to start preparing for our wedding. But now, if his mother sensed this tension or heard how badly I treated her son, she might never approve. She might think I’m incapable of loving him properly.

No, this can’t be!

I quickly ran after him. "Babe, wait..."

But he was already knocking on the door. Before I could say another word, his mother opened the door, a warm smile on her face.

"My sons!" she exclaimed, her voice full of genuine delight. "You’re finally here!"

She immediately pulled Zayn into a tight hug, and he melted into her embrace, the stiff anger draining from his posture instantly.

"Hi, Mom," Zayn murmured, sounding exactly like the sweet, harmless son she knew, completely masking the turmoil he’d just unleashed upon me.

She released him and turned her warm gaze toward me. "Evric, darling, it’s so good to see you. You must be exhausted from the journey."

I forced a smile onto my face, every muscle tense from the fear and the lie I now had to maintain. "Hello, Mom. It’s lovely to see you, thank you. The journey was long, but worth it."

Zayn, meanwhile, had stepped inside and was already walking toward the living room, leaving me to manage the front door and the strained conversation.

"Come in, come in," she urged, stepping aside. "You both look tired."

As I stepped past her, I cast a quick, desperate glance at Zayn’s back. He turned his head just slightly, catching my eye, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips.

He was enjoying my terror.

I realized I was completely trapped. I had to play the part of the devoted, perfect fiancé, or risk losing everything. The wedding plans all of it now rested on my ability to weather Zayn’s silent, cutting punishment.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice smooth despite the chaos inside. I need to find a way to make this right, and fast.

Zayn’s mother led us further into the house. "Go in and shower, boys. When you’re done, come outside. I’ve prepared a variety of meals for you both."

Zayn led the way, grabbing his small suitcase. As soon as we entered his room, I closed the door quickly, the lock clicking with an ominous sound. I spun around, crossing the room in two strides, and gently pulled Zayn closer, wrapping my hands around his waist.

"Baby, listen to me," I pleaded, resting my chin on his shoulder. "I know I was wrong to have sex with you without ensuring you wanted it fully. I was stupid to try and prove a point, especially when you were silent and I didn’t even notice. I am so sorry. I should have paid attention to your breathing, to your body, not just my own ego." I squeezed him lightly. "I am so deeply sorry for hurting you."

Zayn simply looked at me, his expression flat. "Okay, Evric."

The neutral tone was worse than a shout. It was cold and terrifying. I tightened my hold, begging him. "Please, don’t act like this in front of your mother. She’s going to know something is wrong. Please, can we just pause this fight? I will do anything, I swear."

"Okay," he repeated, still unsoftened. He kept his gaze level. "I simply said ’okay’ because what you did truly hurt me, and the fact that you didn’t notice my silence hurts even more."

He pulled free from my grasp, started to undress, and walked straight toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I ran my hands through my hair, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. I regretted everything I had done.

"Rape? God, babe... I’m really done with these big, heavy accusations."