Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Hazel's eyes fluttered slowly. She felt a sharp pain in her head as if someone had hammered her. She did not have any injury but the pain was there to remind him how her own sister had brought Rafael there!

"This bastard!" she frowned as she found herself trapped on the sofa while he was sitting on the armrest covering her so that she did not stand up.  His eyes had a shrewd look and she really wanted to punch his face to wipe off that smirk off his face.

"How did you use my sister?" she asked in a sharp blaming voice that he winced.

"I have not used her. She is my sister in law. If I had known before, I would have treated her better.

I met her accidentally when she was looking for Lucian. It made me wonder if you were looking for that witch but trying to run away from me. Did you forget who you belonged to? Huh?" his viciousness on his face returned but so as his obsessive behavior!

Did he think that she was a thing that belonged to him?

Abruptly she sat upright. And that was when she realized something else. Her wrists were secured together in front of her with black fur-lined cuffs. She gaped at him. "Oh, you sick bastard."

"I never wanted to use them but your powers are uncontrollable. I got it from black market. Since you will not be able to use your hands in the meanwhile. I only have to make sure that you did not mutter a spell.

Notice that I didn't pin them behind your back. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I just want us to be able to talk without you throwing things over me or using dangers to stab me.

I am amazed, are you not worried about me getting hurt?" he may have a face that was filled with pain to gain pity but she just scoffed.

"I could not see any wounds on you. Can i?"  she spat with heavy sarcasm.

The message was clear. No matter how much she beat him. He was going to be well in the end, so why would she care!

"If you will not change this attitude and talk to me. I am afraid you are going to spend ages like this. I will make sure that we do not move on after what happened until you accept me back!" his eyes glinted with dark and sinister rays telling her that he was not joking.

If only her hands were free, she would have thrown the whole house on him this time. But with the cuffs on, she was not able to move them.

She tested her luck, and she muttered the spell. She chose the shortest one so that it would end before he would punish her but before she could open her mouth to spell it.

He held her hair and kissed her abruptly. He bit her lower lips and then licked them with his coarse tongue to soothe her pain.

He did not deepen the kiss and immediately let her go since he was sure, if he would continue, he would not be able to end it.

But just as he looked at her with a teasing look to see her glaring at him. He was surprised to see a forlorn, hopeless expression that plucked at his heart, she dropped her head and her shoulders sagged.

Then she was sniffling. damn!. Guilt prickled his skin. He did the only thing he could do. He rose from his seat and went to her.

Shocking the soul out of him, she suddenly sprang to life; she stomped hard on his foot, used her wrists tied in front of her to deliver a mean blow to his jaw, and then kicked his kneecap hard, making him stagger backward. Before he could reach for her, she was up and heading for the kitchen.

He should have growled as he had never accepted this attitude. Not only had she acted weak and pitiful to lower his guard, she even beat him and ran again. Instead, he found himself smiling at her deviousness like a teenager who had fallen in love for the first time and would love any act of his lover.

Everyone would have been shocked by looking at his face that had that dotting and pampering smile after getting beaten.

Hazel knew that he was going to follow her. So, she looked around and she ran straight to the kitchen in the hope that she would find something to cut the chains off her hands.

Her eyes fell on the knife and she muttered a spall to use it but the force was not enough to cut the hard chains. And it only took a minute for Rafael to catch up to her.

His hard body folded itself around her from behind and she was tackled to the hardwood floor, pinned onto her stomach with her arms squashed beneath her. This was familiar.

"Is this what you call love and talking to each other shit! You are forcing me to be with you. You bloody kidnapper. Just let me go!" she hurled profanities at him again when he frowned.

He did not know why he felt like he was missing Hazel who at last talked to him with respect. She was getting completely out of his hands.

"If you think you can use the same victim card twice. Then forget about it. If you want, I can take the chains out but you have to listen to me first. You can not just run away!" he grunted as she jammed her elbow into his rib cage in reply.  He placed more of his body weight down on her, but if anything, that only intensified her struggles. "There's no point in fighting since I will never let you go. I have fucking waiting for you for more than two decades, Bell!" he growled when she snickered.

"The Bella you are looking for, is dead! So, stop looking for her. If you think you can force me to be her, then you are wrong!"