His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere-Chapter 155

155 iv. Gardens

“What is bothering you?” he embraced her from behind.

Seeing her distracted and so down lately just started affecting him too. It is a natural reaction if you think about it.

For how can he be happy knowing she is not well? How can he do just that when she is the air he breathe?

She has not been writing for days. Early in the morning she would open the laptop, stare at the screen and close it again.

It was odd but he couldn’t ask her directly since she doesn’t know he knew she was taking out her laptop to write her books secretly.

“Nothing,” of course he knew that to be a lie as well.

“You can’t say nothing when you are barely eating and sleeping. If there is something bothering you, you should at least tell me so I can do something about it,” he lectured.

She opened her eyes wide at him but remained silent, “Not everything in this world is within your control.”

He chuckled and held her closer to him, “Is that so? I am pretty sure I can control all variables in your favor. You are after all never escaping from here.”

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She didn’t bother to struggle and just continued to stare at the horizon. It was something that scared him even more.

Being silent when he says things like that was not her character. So she not uttering her protest terrified him so.

Why won’t she just tell him exactly what was bothering her? Was she again thinking about trying to escape?

“If you are dissatisfied about something. You have to tell me freely about it instead of planning to do something stupid,” he voiced his concern.

“I’m not trying to escape if that was what you were thinking,” she whispered.

He faced her to him and studied her face. Her eyes were honest and her expression did not change. She looked like she was telling the truth.

“Then what is it?” he asked her, worry starting to creep into his heart.

“Are you sick?” he asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

She kept silent. How could she tell him what it was that was running through her mind?

It always affected her when death happens in her novels. When stories are about to end, she always feels like a part of her will die along with it.

“No, not at all. Please do not worry for me,” she smiled.

Isn’t it weird how she couldn’t bear seeing him so affected? He is her captor and sure she still wants to escape, on some days more than others.

So why does it hurt her so to see him like this? She caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble on his chin.

He confuses her. There are times she couldn’t decide if he is someone she should hate or not.

She sometimes wishes he will just be cruel all the time. This way her mind will not suffer from aimless wandering in what he is in her life.

An enemy, a friend, a lover. She couldn’t decide. She feels lost when it comes to him and the feelings he brings in every moment they are together.

“Not worry?” he frowned. “You really think there is a chance in the world that seeing you so affected by something can not make me worry? I care about you, Mary. You are everything to me. So it is only natural that I care about things that affect you.”

She laughed at the irony of it all. How can someone who kidnapped her care for her at all?

“What are you laughing at, my queen?” his face was unreadable.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” she continued to giggle.

Holding her by her shoulder, he whispered, “It is fine if you laugh at me. What I always wish is to make you smile.”

“Do you not care about pride?” she asked him, tilting her head.

He laughed and answered, “You are right, I do not. I do not care about the silly notions of pride. When it comes to you, pride, honor, and even justice don’t matter.”

She stopped laughing and looked at him, her heart beating fast against her chest as their eyes meet, “If these things don’t matter, then what does?”

“You,” he cupped her chin as he drank on her cerulean blue eyes.

“Only you matter to me more than these things. You are the whole world to me. Everything else is immaterial. Be it concepts, things, or people. It is only you I care about,” he confessed.

She blushed at hearing his words, “Why do you always lie? I’m just nothing but an entertainment to you? Something you kidnapped and toyed around.”

He pulled her close to him, “Look at me and tell me what you see. Tell me I am lying about how I feel for you. Tell me I don’t feel the way I do.”

She shook her head. For when her blue eyes met with golden eyes, she felt burned. Scorched by the passion and truth that reflected in his.

“Do you really feel I am toying with you all this time?” he asked her, his voice gentle.

She kept silent and looked down at the grass. Trying herself to be distracted by the flowers starting to bloom that were directly in her periphery.

He lifted her chin so she doesn’t have any choice but to look into his eyes again, “If you do not have the words. Then tell me by your body.”

He claimed her lips before she can utter a protest. It was a patient and gentle kiss. One she didn’t know how to respond to.

As if out of shock, she embraced him. Her lips parted as their tongues intertwined. Their salivas were drunk by each other, their hot breath exchanged through their kiss.

“That wasn’t such a bad answer. If I may say so myself,” he teased her.

“You are an asshole and you know that,” she pouted.

He laughed at seeing her blush even more, “Not my fault you easily give in to my kisses. Right now I can tell, your whole body was affected by that kiss.”

“That’s not true at all,” she tried to lie.

How can she just accept his accusation? Even if it is the truth a woman needs to have pride too.

“Let me be the judge of that,” he smirked as she ran away.

That silly bastard forced her to run like some prey. It is his fault for acting like a wild animal in heat!

“Come on? Stop running like some scared kitten,” his deep voice made her feel so much more excited.

Damned her hormones. They really don’t know how to cooperate. She blushed when she felt her panty getting damped from her own juices.

If he catches her and lifts her skirt, all her pride will just go away. She started to crawl from one bush to another, curling in a ball when she reach each.

She really needs to get away. She has to at least change into decent clothes and keep all her self-integrity intact.

But fate always knows how to make things complicated. She screamed as big arms enveloped around her.

He carried her in his arms and pressed her back against a tree, “What then? What do you want me to do now that I got you? Surely you don’t expect me to just let you go.” ƒ𝐫𝒆𝐞w𝗲𝚋𝗻૦𝘷e𝙡.c𝑜𝙢

She blushed, “Just let me go. It is the middle of the day and we are in the gardens. Do you want others to see us like this?”

“Like what? I have barely done anything to you, have I? What exactly was in your mind?” he teased her. 𝒇𝘳𝐞𝚎𝓌𝑒𝑏𝒏𝑜𝙫ℯl.c𝚘𝒎

She pouted, “Not like your pervert mind will ever change. So I naturally assumed.”

“Naturally assumed what?” he grinned at seeing her discomfort.

He does like seeing her so out of her element. Instead of the rather witty girl who was always too confident when talking to him.

In times like this, he is blessed to see that other part of her he cherishes so much so. That part of her that makes her so cute.

Her cheeks turned redder as he traced

her lips with his thumb. Her lips trembled as she opened and closed them.

“Answer me, it is rude not to answer a question. I’m your host and you are inside my property after all,” he said, his eyes looking intently into hers.

She shook her head and looked away before he cupped her chin to force her eyes on him, “You think I can let you go so easily? Answer me first.”

“Will you let me go if I answered you?” she asked, forcing herself not to back out.

“Depending on the answer, I just might,” he whispered, kissing her cheeks.

He pressed his hard erection against her skirt, making her feel the indentation on the clothes she wore. He was hard again, he felt like steel against her soft entrance.

“Dominus!” she protested.

But he took the opportunity to silence her with a kiss. It was hot and passionate. A kiss meant to silence her up as well as to tease.

“What else do you say, my love? Should you deny more about what you really need? I can show you the many signs your body wants me. But I am sure you already know them,” he smiled as he groped her breasts.

She blushed, she couldn’t even answer him when he is like this. He was far too upfront, making her feel even more edged.

Her throat felt dry and her body heat felt like she was about to burst as he instructed, “Tell me then. Tell me what it is you really wanted.”

She gasped and let out a squeak, “You, I want you.”

The rest of her answers were drowned away by another kiss that took away her breath. Soon, the gardens was filled with the silent whimpers and silly moans that escaped her lips as he took her well into the night.