His Devious Rule

Chapter 129 A Silent Scream

Anya was a single mother. Alvin thought she won't feel assured to be with anybody due to her son. After all, not everyone could accept somebody's son. So he thought marriage could make her feel secure. Hence he hadn't dared to do anything to her.

All the more, Alvin didn't want her for a day or two. He wanted her in his whole life. So he didn't want her to feel like he was treating her like other women.  So it was his way of showing his intention. But he didn't consider some things are important to voice it right.

If actions could speak louder and clearer, Alvin had no objections to showing it.

In a stupor, Anya was waiting for his response. But seeing him stand silent, her shoulders slowly dropped.

Did she again overthink?

She wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, yet she anticipated it while her heart loudly beat in her chest. She didn't think how she might react to his response if it was yes but she would definitely kick him if it was no. She won't be disappointed with 'NO' because she never expected him to like her more than as a friend.

As the saying goes, expectation hurts.

Something wasn't right by the way he started looking at her. Hence Anya's eyes widened and involuntarily stumbled back to get away from Alvin when he suddenly stretched his long leg towards her.

Anyhow, his long arm reached out as he stepped closer. His fingers slid around her neck and his thumb smoothly lifted her chin. Her gray orbs shook when his face closed the distance and captured her lips.

Despite the speed and swift move, his lips landed softly on hers. His lips gently grazed over supple lips. However, her heart shuddered by recalling the fateful day and her body turned cold. Her hands had its mind and pushed him away more easily than she expected.

Alvin caught her hands and voluntarily stepped back. He was expecting to see her fear but she blinked a few times and gasped at the situation. That came as a hint of surprise. Anyway, he wasn't done yet.

Anya couldn't believe he just tried to kiss her. She was already confused with his behavior about the marriage. Somehow his actions came like a slap on her face.

She didn't want to be in any kind of ambiguous relationship with him just because she loves him. Surely, she wasn't going to be one of his flings.

Hence she burst out trying to release her hands from his grip, "Ar-are you out of your mind? Why are you kissin…"

Anya gasped when he caught her lips between his. Her heart drummed in her ribs but she didn't fear this time, nor did she try to feel his lips which were tenderly caressing over her lips. She was angry. She was angry for not taking her consent. She was angry to see him do as he wanted. She was angry for not speaking with her properly.

Before she could use her hands in protest, his hand smoothly held her hands behind her back. His other hand drew her to his embrace as he brushed his fingers in her hair and cupped her head.

She tried to use her legs and found them apart. She couldn't kick him between his legs. In a moment of fury, she opened her lips and bit him.

Alvin slightly frowned at the pain. He had forgotten she was a little feisty woman. Opening his eyes, he saw her tightly knitted brows. He tried to draw away before she bruised his lips but she moved closer and bit his lips again. A sharp pain caused him to groan and soon, he tasted metallic in his mouth.

Before he could pull her away, Anya suddenly froze in his arms realizing she wasn't biting his shoulder as in the ship. The taste of metal in her mouth woke her to her senses. She gasped, pushing her head back.

Her eyes went on his lips knowing it was blood and saw a tiny drop of red on his lips. Her shock was replaced with a bit of guilt for hurting him and concern seeing the blood. Releasing her hand from his hold, she first reached out for his lips.

Alvin, who was ready to argue with her, watched her emotions flashing in her eyes and dancing on her face. Behind those emotions, he could feel her exhaustion and confusion. Bearing the stinging pain, he was least angry about it. So he watched her, to see what she was up to.

Her slender fingers rested on his jaw and her thumb was about to brush off the dot of blood when her eyes widened as big as a saucer. Her fingers shook and she took her hand away in a jerk as if she was holding burning charcoal.

She didn't know how he was cupping her face so easily, she could feel her heart beating loud. It felt too intimate to touch his face.

'What did I just do?' Her face dyed red due to embarrassment. Her eyes darted around to avoid his lips that she injured and his eyes which might be annoyed due to her bite.

,m She didn't know how to react. She wanted to get angry for being kissed twice without her permission. At the same time, she was uneasy to face him due to her actions.

More than uneasiness, she tried to fathom her inner turmoil. She didn't want to believe he could misbehave with her but if this was done by anybody else, she would have broken his bones without a hint of mercy.

Then why was she trying so hard to make him a good guy in her life?

Why was she trying so hard to understand him?

She was afraid that there was a problem in her behavior that prompted him to do this.

Yet again, she tried to find a problem in hers.

She held his cage-like arms that were holding her firmly in his embrace. She was struggling to get away from his arms when she heard him call her name, "Little Donut." She felt her heart skip a beat hearing his low hypnotic tone and stopped struggling.

Soothing her dry throat, she uneasily looked at his eyes. His cognac eyes sparked, she was so close to him that she could clearly see her reflection in them. He wasn't angry, she didn't see any traces of pain from her bite. Anyway, her heart wasn't resting at ease.

What was she anticipating? She was clueless.

Her mind was already messed up due to the new task in Coastal City, pressure by Chief Justice, and her mission. Then her parents and son's safety shook her off.

So she needed a minute to think about everything. Weren't they just arguing about her parents' stay? Why was he suddenly kissing her?

Not just that, she also got unnecessary thoughts. Was she being too emotional? What if she was just another plaything for him? What if it's a trap created by Bernard? After all, what they did was illegal.

'Ahhh…' A silent scream echoed in her mind. She didn't want to think about all these. She didn't want to be over-sensitive.

Thus her mind was refusing to cooperate.

"Do you still think I am not serious with you?" He does tease her but he wouldn't have gone to this extent just to tease her. More importantly, he never teased anybody but her.

Anya trusts him. She had trusted him enough to hand her life to his hands and jump into the water. However, she wanted him to say what was in his mind… or heart. But he keeps asking her.

If he is serious, why does he want to marry her?

'Do you love me?' She asked her question in her mind without asking him.

She is aware people date, be in relationships if they are attracted to each other. Love doesn't come into the picture for many couples. So she felt like a fool to even question it.

If she doesn't question, how will she know? He was definitely not the type to voice his feelings. He was a man who coats everything with annoyance.

She felt her head throb with innumerable thoughts. She wanted to calmly sit and think. Think? She had lots on her plate. If this goes on, she doubted if she would be able to make the right judgment. She doesn't only have to solve the cases but the man in front of her.

Just remembering all of it, she felt weary, causing her to rest her arms over his. Her body craved for sleep while forgetting her eyes were still on Alvin.

Discerning she was in no state to deal with this, she pondered to ask him if they could speak the next day. And that would avoid any decision taken under stress or on the spur of movement.

"Alvin, we…" Her eyes widened in disbelief when he dipped his head and went for her lips again.

'Why is he kissing me again?' She tried to move back but his steely arms kept her captive in his cage-like embrace. Her barely relaxed heart started racing and her breath stuck in her throat when his lips tenderly grazed over hers. She felt a shock run down her spine.

She held his arms trying to push him but there was no strength. She wanted to stop him afraid that she might bite him again and he would bleed. She was also concerned the wound on his lips might become big.

She tried to speak, "Al…" She froze yet again when his lips sucked on her lower lip. Her lashes fluttered looking at his droopy eyes.

She was like a candle slowly melting in arms when he repeated tenderly sucking and nibbling her lips alternatively. The hands which had tried to push him clutched his arm.