Chapter 43: Chapter 43

My gaze locked with the silver grey sitting on a single couch. If only I could take off my shoes and throw it at him, then only will I be fully satisfied. Not in the mood for his tantrums walking past the door as I have already been caught in the act, so why keep up the charade. His eyes follows me and I know it, instead I paid him no mind going about my norms.

"I told you not to leave this suite." Glancing at him standing at the space between the rooms and the common room. First, I went to grab a bottle of water since this baby have me drinking water like a dehydrated fish. Hoping to shut him out and lay down to fall into a great sleep after such a brain exhausting hours I had today, he stood there glaring at me. Veins popping, eyes bold and I know one tick will surely set him off. Too tired for that fight I move to the other direction which he also blocks me. Glaring at his feet when he wouldn't budge for me to walk through, lifting my head to his smouldering gaze I answered.

"If you can then I definitely will."

"Something could have happened to you." Feeling disgust as he says that. If he thinks I will be overjoyed after he went to see his Anya, and has the guts to feign care it's quite clear he is mad. A deep chuckle escapes my lips sucking my teeth.

"And now he seems to care." Moving again he grips my arm which I know will form a bruise by morning.

"Don't mock me Nia." Growling, he yanks me closer causing me to laugh in his face. In my mind, I totally accept the fact that Elijah succeeded in making me jealous. Red boiling jealousy that I hate to believe. I'm in love with a man who has a fiancee and he repeatedly says he doesn't have anything to do with her. What have my life turned into with this man?

"Besides I went to see some friends."

"Does that friend happens to be a male." Of course he will know, rolling my eyes at the comment. Why won't he? If it isn't the big bad Russian wolf so possessive of his possession. He will slay for her, bring down thrones for her; and yet she will only ever remain a possession to him.

"And what if it is a male." I taunt feeling his grip tightens I almost scream at the pain inflicted. Stormy grey seems so cold my skin prickled at the sight. It made me believe who this man is and how dangerous he is. Made it vividly precise the rumors about him looking into his eyes. A saying goes that the eyes are windows to the soul and Elijah's eyes are dead, just as his soul. I didn't want to accept it at first but then he always shows it to me who direly needed to turn a blind eye at him.

"Don't vex me Nia. I told you I don't want to see you with no male. You are mine." He growls further. His voice dead and ominous, seeming to attack its prey.

"If I can't be yours, it obviously means I am definitely not yours." I counter back angry over the fact he claims me as if I'm a piece of property. By the look on his face, I know he wants to hurt me, to assert his dominance, to prove whatever it is between us only he rules. But he can't.

He has to know I am not a like every girl he has or will ever meet and I am definitely not his Anya who he can use or claim only to discard after a while.

"You are mine princess. I won't say this again, if I see him again with you I will kill him." He release my arm. Tears forms in my eyes and I dare not blink glaring back at him too angry to cry.

"Make me." He growls punching the wall inches away from my face. His eyes so mad I look at him in fear, it was like it wasn't him for a second and this Elijah scares me. Once he sees my frightened face grey eyes softens reaching to touch me, I flinch back scared of what came over him. Like a flash, grey eyes that once soften grew dark again turning away, I thought he will leave because I didn't want to be with him right now. I want to be alone. Away from him. Crashing of things snaps me back to reality, rushing to the scene Elijah ruined our suite to no repair in just a matter of seconds. My hands covered my mouth looking about the ruins before the sound of a slammed door echoes in the suite. Don't you dare cry?

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Warm water fall on my soft flesh. Oblivious to time wasted, not knowing how long I've been

in the shower; the water helps wash away the fear, the anger, the pains, sadly it didn't wash away Elijah. It never did. Not wanting my skin to prune, I step out of the shower wrapping myself in a white robe walking to the mirror. Sighing, I wipe away the fog from the steam of the shower till my eyes meet the woman who stares back at me. Pupils dilate, eyes red from much crying. So I lied, I did cry. Breaking down in the showers after waiting for the Elijah I know to come back. He didn't. My hand caress my stomach affectionately, a warm smile creeping on my face.

"If Daddy doesn't want you, Mummy will always want you because she loves you." Chuckling I caress my invincible baby bump. Expelling deeply, I began my face routine giving it a desired aftercare. Fully satisfied I rinse off drying my face only to meet the eyes of the man with my heart. I watch him watch me, both of us just staring at each other from the little distance. After a short time, he walks closer to me, my eyes never leaving his on the mirror. How did I get to fall in love with the devil?

He bends kissing my expose neck, my chin, my temple and my head before meeting my eyes in the mirror. Grinning devilishly causing a shudder to run down my spine, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. Swiftly turning me to face him, he hoists me up sitting me on the counter getting in between my thick thighs. The position didn't help the robe at all exposing myself almost to my crouch for his hungry eyes. Then I smelt it. Fighting the urge to puke my guts out preferably on him but that will disclose my secret.

"Are you drunk?" I ask watching his hands toy with the hem of the robe and the belt holding it in place.

"What do you care?" He grins like a madman. Elijah has finally gone insane looking more like his deranged brother Alexei.

"I won't stand here and let you ridicule me Elijah." Trying to cover the little dignity I have left from this man. With a flick he tore the belt, my robe falling lose. Naked under his piercing grey that rakes over my ample chest trailing down to my pussylips. I didn't want to seem affected by his stare because I am, even when I'm mad at him Elijah makes me want him, need him, crave for him like no other. Elijah is my ruin.

Absentmindedly, his touch works its magic. Lips sucking softly on my neck, hands rubbing my already wet pussy while fondling my fully erected nipples. Fighting the moan proving futile he smiles on my neck at his accomplishment. "I saw you, you know. He looked at you

like you are the only one. Like he would do anything to have you, take you away from me."

This is what it's all about. He is jealous his possession will slip away from his hand.

"That's not true." I moan as he plunge two fingers inside my warmth. His lips came crashing down on my nipples taking slow and torturous suctions, my head falls back grinding on the fingers in me.

"Let me finish." He growls. The sound of a zipper echoes in the bathroom. "I want to believe that you have nothing for him but what I saw is otherwise." He grins devilishly rubbing his smooth velvety dick along my pussylips in a painful pleasure. His free hand rubs furiously on my soaked bud, moaning I beg him with my eyes to plunge in. To fuck me. To please me like he does. To make me scream his name.

"I want you to know you are mine and if it means killing everyone of them for you to understand, I will do it." His bulbous tip push in, we both moan out loud at the euphoric feels.

"Now tell me, can he ever satisfy you like I do? Do you think he will replace me? The answers is No. You want to know why." He slides further in to hilt, groaning as my wall clench hard on him.

"You belong to me." He whispers mocking me.

I didn't know what possessed me or the strength I have pushing him off me, a hard slap landing on his face giving him a near whiplash. Fingers imprinted on his pale face. Good.

Snatching the belt I knot it in place glaring at him with hate. "I do not belong to you Elijah." Storming out of the bathroom.