His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

Chapter 88

88 iv. Awakened

Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt something parting her slit, a warm feeling enveloping her as a slick thing seemed to force itself inside her walls.

Her eyes widened in shock as she found the man she has been obsessed with for the past few years, lapping up her already wet vagina. She tried to push him away but the assault of pleasure that greeted her seemed to have consumed her strength.

“Please, stop,” her lips trembled as his tongue forced its way inside her again, making her juices flow readily into his mouth.

Dominus’s greed grew as he felt her waking up from under him. She pushed her legs into a v and anchored the back of her knee in his shoulders.

Soon she was gasping for breath as her back arched for him. He felt a sick satisfaction when her body shook desperately as she came all over his mouth.

He smiled and licked his lips, “Good morning, my queen.”

She lay there with a shocked look on her face as her body continued to convulse, her juices damping the bed sheets as she came all over his bed.

“Look how much you enjoyed it, queenie. I knew your body would remember me,” he whispered, leaning forward, her body trapped under him, her knees still anchored on his shoulders keeping her basically unable to move away.

“Where am I?” she asked him as she slowly went down from her high.

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“Our home,” he smiled at her, loving the way her cheeks has turned red.

“You are a sick bastard,” she cursed him, but her voice lacked volume. She knew wherever he chose to keep her is not a place where rescue can be available to her.

He smiled, “I don’t really care if you think that way, my queen. What matters to me is that you and I have finally been reunited, and this time nothing can keep us apart.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” her voice broke as streams of tears trailed down her cheeks.

“What do you mean, my love? To what exactly are you pertaining to?” his voice was dangerously low, making fear coil inside the pit of her stomach.

“Why did you bring me here?” her voice was of someone who has lost all hope of freedom.

“To be with you, of course. You belong here with me, my queen,” he gave them a bit of distance, lowering her limbs so she can rest her legs properly.

“I don’t even know you,” she tried to reason out with him. Tried to make him see how insane his actions were.

“That’s not true at all, my love. We have known each other in several lifetimes, and I intend to know you too in this one,” his voice was patient and gentle, almost as if he was talking to a child.

She didn’t know how, but she felt consoled as he talked to her in such a manner. She closed her eyes briefly, reminding herself this is her captor.

Dominus is an insane and dangerous man that has no business talking to her like they were lovers. That was something she was sure of just a little while ago.

“What do you intend to do with me?” her voice shook, anticipating the worse things from him. In her mind, she has already branded him insane.

“To love you, and keep you safe. That is all I ever wanted to do from the start,” he assured her, caressing her cheeks even when she flinched.

“You are mental! You are out of your mind! None of your words make any sense,” she pointed out, her sharp words in contrast to her low voice.

“It is only because you do not remember the past. This is the only reason why it doesn’t make any sense to you,” he cupped her cheeks gently, forcing her eyes on him.

“I am just a random victim of your insanity. Taking me hostage for your sick perversions,” she spat at him.

“You are never just a random woman. I will never do the things I am about to do to you, just with any random woman,” he wiped the spit that smeared his jaw and dripped down her neck, his calm expression unchanging.

“What things?! You monster! What do you want to do to me, you asshole?!” she punched his chest but it didn’t even make him wince. Her small fists did nothing to make him move.

“Please stop now, you will tire yourself this way. I promise I won’t do anything more tonight. I just want you to get some rest, that is all,” he tried to assure her despite the look of distrust in her eyes.

“What do you want to eat for dinner? I will have something prepared,” he casually got up off the bed but before she can let out a sigh of relief he opened a cabinet and took a cuff link out of it.

“What are you going to do with that?” her eyes widened in shock as she looked at the thing he was dangling in front of her.

“I am sorry baby, I can not trust you not to do anything harmful towards yourself. For now, I will have to put this on you,” she shook her head and pushed him with all her might but he wouldn’t budge.

His mere strength and body built secured her in her place in bed even when she started being hysterical and kicking her legs.

Her eyes widened in shock as he took her wrist and used one end of the cuff links on it, the other end attached to the post of the headboard.

“Crazy bastard!” she screamed at him, punching his chest with her free hand as he let her.

He did not react in any other way except to let her hit him. He did not dissuade her or try to stop her, he did not even shield himself or try to evade her blows. He just took it all.

When she got tired and stopped, he took her hand and rubbed her knuckles which were more harmed than he ever was. Her knuckles were red and bruised from the force she used to punch him.

He silently stood up and went over to a cabinet parallel to the bed and took out a medicine kit. He sat on the edge of the bed as he held her injured hand tenderly.

“Look at what you did. Didn’t I say, not to injure yourself?” he placed a tender kiss on the back of her hand, making her heart do a summersault.

It must be the light from the bedside lamp playing tricks on her, but for a minute it seemed like his eyes filled with emotions that made her feel so warm inside.

He pressed a kiss on her hand again before taking a cotton ball and some antiseptic, cleaning off her wound. He was surprisingly very gentle, stopping every time she winced or indicated any pain.

She felt like this scene happened before. She recalled a scene in one of her novels when the male lead cared for the wounded protagonist.

“This is to prevent any bacterial infection,” she looked away from him when he took out some cream and spread it on her knuckles with the use of his fingers.

She blushed as heat radiated through her just from the contact of their skin. It is like she could not help herself from feeling conflicted emotions towards this stranger.

“What would you like for dinner, my queen?” his baritone voice filled up the corners of the room once he was through cleaning her wounds.

“I don’t want to eat anything,” she felt her cheeks burn from the way he stared at her.

How can her captor treat her like nothing was wrong in this situation? And how can he expect her to answer like being abducted is no big deal?

“You need to eat, baby. I will cook the food myself. I asked the helpers to return tomorrow,” he rubbed her cheek with his hand, and for some reason, it calmed her down.

She could not understand it herself, but every time his palm rubbed on her cheek, she felt like her anger would subside.

She hated that he could do that so easily, make her anger dissipate at his will. He deserves to be hated by her for what he did and continues to do to her.

No matter his status in life, kidnapping a defenseless woman is a crime!

“Tell me then, what do you want for dinner, baby? Getting you hungry is one of the worst things that can happen. You can get sick this way,” his jaw clenched suddenly, his fingers gripped her cheek as his breathing became shallow.

He recalled the cause of her death on their second life. Sickness took away their happiness and robbed them of the years they could have spent together with their child.

She panicked and pushed against his chest desperately, bringing him to the present. He hugged her tightly in his arms, burrowing his face on her neck as he sniffed her scent.

“I can not go through that again, I hope you understand. Please... you must eat. You can’t get sick,” his sobs choked him as his shoulders shook violently.

Her heart constricted painfully against her chest as he cried while having her trapped in his arms. She didn’t understand why he was crying, but she wanted him to stop.

She does not know why it hurts her to see him like this, like a child broken beyond comprehension, cradling his favorite little toy that he feared will be taken away from him anytime.

She placed her hand on his cheek, caressing him gently, “I will eat, I promise. Will it be fine for you to cook some soup? I think it is what I would like to have for dinner. I will eat rice tomorrow and some steaks.”

He looked at her, and lowered his head to hers. Kissing her lips softly, enjoying the gentleness of her that he didn’t quite expect.

She wondered what could be seriously wrong with her. How can she not just hate him with all her heart the way that he deserves?

Why does she care about him whether he cries or becomes hurt when he has abducted her and taken away her freedom?

She closed her eyes as she searched for answers in her heart. There were none.

Her obsession with him over the past years and this insane situation they are in. She neither understood any of it.

The truth is, more than being angry about the situation. She felt more scared of the feelings that has been awakened inside her by his sudden appearance in her life, regardless of the actions he has done.

She could not describe it. Nor did she want it understood. This feeling of terrible sadness at seeing him cry. Or the warmth she felt when his fingers rubbed on her cheeks.

What are these cruel emotions that flood her heart and torture every inch of her soul? Why couldn’t she hate him so?