A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood

“That’s right, Baby. Scream. Tell me who owns you now.” Zayne demanded darkly, thrusting with a force that earned him a sharp cry.

“You…! You do!” I whimpered, biting my lips to muffle the sound but to no avail. He had decided to spin my world and fuck obedience into me. 

My head was hanging low, gripping the cushion with his toned chest firmly pressed over my back, driving into me from behind with a ferocity that made the world vanish.

His heated body was right over mine, one hand on my hip, other over my throat, choking me and I swayed in pleasure.

The intimacy was raw, a collision of anger and an attraction so toxic it induced a dark thrill I never experienced in my entire life. 

He was punishing me with his touch, asserting his dominance in every movement, every breath, and every sharp, demanding kiss.

“You want to question me, Kristine? Then learn the cost.” he murmured, biting down my shoulder and giving me a sudden, hard thrust that tore a surprised gasp. 

“Every time you push, I will pull back harder. Every time you think you’re independent, I will remind you exactly who you belong to.” He growled, biting my earlobe, “Do you fucking get it now?”

Shutting my eyes, my body, my soul, all of my was solely focused on ecstasy. My heartbeats increase, the heat growing wilder yet I was seeking more of this immoral pleasure. 

“Yes..! Yes, I do! I am yours! All yours!” 

“Good girl.”

Shutting my eyes, it wasn’t long before we climaxed, reaching the peak of euphoria where despite the doubts, I wanted to keep coming back to him for more.

To become all his, to bear all his marks.

… What is that stranger doing to me?

“Finally you are listening.” He hummed, planting a passionate kiss on my lips, his marks blooming on my body.

Zayne pulled away as I fell on the couch, I was a trembling, breathless mess. I stared up at him with wide eyes, my heart  beating at a rapid pace. 

“Get dressed.” He ordered, straightening his back. 

He slowly adjusted pants, looking entirely back in control while I was shattered. My head is hazy, trying to make my surroundings. 

He looked down at me, the predator satisfied with his kill.

Taking a deep breath, I tidy myself up, my face burning from embarrassment, fidgeting my fingers anxiously around my dress. 

I quickly gathered my things and turned to sprint but he caught my wrist and threw me back on the couch.

“Wait, I am not done with you yet. Sign the agreement.” He spoke dominantly, stopped right before me.

My heart skipped a beat, my throat drying, “....What agreement?”

I was frozen in my place as he walked towards the bar, making a drink for us. His hair was messy, sweat beautifully glistening on his pumped shoulder, not bothering to wear his shirt.

Rubbing my thighs together, I was ogling at his desirable body standing in the dim lights as he offered me a drink. 

“Here. Drink.” 

I took it with both hands, “Thank you.”

“You asked for my help to make Edric grovel, you need me, ”

He took a file from the drawer and slammed the thick file in my hands, featuring hardening. 

I looked down. It wasn’t a marriage contract. 

It was a several pages thick pre-nuptial agreement.

“And I need my wife, Kristine. I need you to be mine. Now. No more resistance.” He literally ordered, leaving no place for disobedience or negotiations.

Detailing property, money, and most importantly, an iron-clad clause about the custody of ‘our’ future child. 

“Was it necessary?” I asked in a shaky breath.

“Yes, sign it so we can start preparing for the wedding in two weeks. There is a lot to do,” 

“Two weeks is too soon, Zayne!” I snapped.

“Do you want me to knock senses into you again?” He warned, raising his one brow perfectly. 

The warning was clear, and too dangerous.

“No.” I shook my head innocently.

“That’s what I thought.” He hummed, taking a sip of his drink. 

Throwing the file on the table, I was losing my composure at the abrupt demands coming from this man as if I hadn’t just screamed my submission minutes ago.

“And this agreement. Do you think just because you fucked me once, got me pregnant is enough to let you own me?” 

​He stepped forward enough to invade my personal space where I could feel the heat radiating from him. My mouth shut close, shoulder tensing when a powerful intimidating aura emerged.

​“Yes,” he gave a clear-cut reply. 

“This is simple, Kristine. You get your vengeance. I get full legal custody and all assets secured for the child. And yours.”

​His hand sliding up my arm, his thumb pressing on my neck, weakening my body to submit.

My head tilted from the spark of his touch, but his thumb forced me to stare as a victorious smirk came to his lip. 

“Unless you don’t want to,” 

He knew I had no other choice. He knew I was desperate.  He was taking advantage of it.

“Fine, asshole,” 

My jaw clenched, hitting his chest to create some distance between us in order to sign.

My core screamed danger, to think twice about my reckless decision, but I was willing to take the risk, not only for revenge but for a secure future.

Nonetheless, disregarding the danger, I signed them, “There. We are done. I am leaving.”

“Sure, I am not caging you here… not yet,” 

He let out a dark chuckle, I stopped, giving him enough time to approach me like a hunter.

Glancing over my shoulder, I snarled, “I won’t even let you cage me,” 

“Keep telling yourself that, Kristine,” he smirked, his lips right against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. 

“It won’t change the outcome.”

He pulled back, enough to look into my soul, reflecting all the dark intents.

“Because in two weeks, you will find out that I don’t just keep what is mine.”

His eyes darkened with a hunger that made my knees weak, enunciating the fate I was choosing blindly.

"I devour it.”