---- Thear him whisper to the monsters of the night and my heart yelps.
Loved.
Past tense.
He doesn't feel that way anymore.
Before I could rip open my heart and tell him I loved him more? He is gone.
Leaving me alone in this sea of darkness I couldn't come out from.
---- eee Chapter 86 Xavier's POV She was so fucking wet despite her half conscious state.
Her body? It dances at my whums.
I had barely touched her skin and kissed her scars and look at her? So abiding, so desperate, so wet.
I bet she will only moan and scream obediently if I take her right now.
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But I wouldn't She is too weak.
Too vulnerable to be touched by a beast like me.
That image of her bloody body hanging by that noose around her neck, barely taking her last breath as the entire pack stared at her skin in those tattered clothes and rejoiced her death had me see red.
---- I wanted to kill and every person standing there.
I wanted to pluck out each and every eye that dared to look at her skin that's only meant for my eyes.
The man who whipped her soft tender back bloody is dead and the one who pulled the stool from under her feet is going to be next.
How dare they think they could even touch her in my absence? How dare they question her character and call her a slut.
Ihave made the people who called her that fucking name parade the entire pack streets naked, men or woman.
No one touches whats mine.
No one even looks at what is mine.
And she is my doll.
My thumb traces her pale chapped lips and her lips open up as if inviting me.
Damn you doll.
How can a man resist you? ---- eee = Thave been visiting her every night.
Kissing her scars.
Staring at her for hours.
She is suffering.
I know.
I am being cruel by not offering her my blood.
But then this is nothing compared to what she made me feel.
She bloody looked into my danger into my chest as I was still inside her and she was dripping for me and rooted the Stupid doll.
Devil of a doll.
Not my innocent doll anymore.
I knew she hated me after she thought I killed her family.
But I never knew she hated me to that extent that she wanted me dead.
And on top of that she had the bloody audacity to cry and say sorry when my blood coated her trembling fingers.
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