The Tyrant's Pet

[Warning: Mature content ahead. Proceed with caution.]

"I'm jealous."

Abel closed his eyes ever so slowly while she cupped his jaw to still him. Savoring the ripeness of her lips, his hand crawled under the robe and onto her legs and grinned against her lips upon figuring out she was wearing nothing inside.

"Did you know I will come tonight?" he asked and broke away from her lips, squeezing her tender thigh lightly. His eyes fell on her slightly exposed collarbones, following the deep cut of her robe, exposing the division of her bosom.

"Or... were you thinking of presenting yourself to your husband like that?" he snapped his eyes up, catching her bit her lower lip to hide her mischief.

"What if I am?" she queried while massaging his shoulder. "He is my husband. Sharing each other's body is our marital duty."

Abel breathed out quietly, studying her playful smirk and the seductive flutter of her eyelashes. His hand under her robe and on her thigh crawled up around her waist.

"I'm already jealous as it is, darling. Are you trying to anger me?" he asked with a smile but Aries simply shrugged.

"Why would I anger you?" she inquired, letting his hand feel her curves. "But if I, indeed, plan on presenting myself bare to my husband, what will you do, Abel?"

Aries tilted her head as she leaned closer. Sharpness was written across her face as if she was in front of her enemy.

"Lock me up? Beat me? Or... will you butcher me?" she added out of plain curiosity.

Right now, Aries was aware Joaquin had fallen for her allure. That was why the crown prince let this 'affair' between her and Inez go. However, it turned her stomach. One thing was because obviously, Joaquin was the murderer of her family and the man who ruined the land of Rikhill.

But there was another reason her husband's affection made her sick to her stomach.

Joaquin's affection... was nothing but a desire to own her, control her, and monopolize her. A love that restricts, an affection that was binding, a feeling that was suffocating and deadly.

So Aries was curious. Even though Abel had always claimed ownership over her, that was back then. People and their hearts changed. Now that there were hundreds of pages in their life written out there, a character's change was something she respected.

Abel pressed his lip into a thin line while studying the curiosity in her eyes. Aries would know if he was lying — not that he ever did.

He hummed before his lips parted. "Darling, it is disheartening how vile you perceived me," he mused in a quiet voice, pulling his hand from under the robe only to clip his fingers at the end of the tie of her robe.

"It's not in our plan that you will allow him to touch what's mine." He smirked, slowly pulling the tie of her robe, eyes fixed on her. "If he did, then poor you. You'll become a widow at such a young age."

"You'll kill him?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But definitely, I won't hurt you or lock you in a room alone." His lips stretched broader when the knot came off and her robe slid open, revealing the middle part of her front. "If you walked bare in the street, whose blood do you think would spill?"

Abel laughed as he used his index, sliding it from her shoulder until her robe fell to her hips. Aries shivered when the breeze blew on her spine but kept her focus on him.

"You?" he snapped his eyes up at her and shook his head lightly. "No, darling. It'll be them since they should've looked away. It's not my Aries's fault, it's theirs. If she says this empire lives, they live, and if she says raze it to the ground, then everyone would be burned alive… and they deserved it."

Aries swallowed while Abel arched a brow and shrugged with an air of nonchalance. His hand squeezed her thigh and spread her legs open, but his eyes held her gaze for a moment.

"You're asking the wrong questions to a lost cause, my darling." He chuckled and licked his lips as his eyes fell on her glorious body. He raised a hand and planted his fingertips on the center of her chest.

"I said this before and I will repeat it once more. I can worship like a god and fight for you like a cult. I only want one thing, darling." Abel took a step forward and pinched her chin up. "Let me fuck you like a whore."

Aries remained silent, unsmiling, unfazed by the breeze as his piercing gaze was enough to set her body ablaze.

"That's all?" she asked under her breath. "That simple?"

"That's all."

"Just my body?"

"Your body."

She huffed quietly before she wrapped her arms around his neck. She kept her eyes on him, tilting her head to the side.

"Does that mean you will not ask for my hand anymore?" she inquired, and he grinned.

"Want to get married?"

Aries simpered and shrugged. "Mhm. Let's see... in five days… I'll give you an answer."

"Not tomorrow?" Abel arched a brow as surprise resurfaced in his crimson eyes for a split second.

"Tomorrow always comes but never arrives. In five days, Abel, ask me and I shall give you an answer. Make sure I'm in a good mood. Maybe I'll reconsider."

Abel smacked his lips and rocked his head. When he set his focus back on her, his eyelids drooped until they were partially closed.

"You really know how to play with my head, darling." He chuckled with his lips closed and leaned in, tilting his head to the side. "Shall we continue inside?" he inquired into her mouth the second they met.

She grinned against his lips while she tightened her limbs around his neck. "I like it here," she whispered before she deepened their kiss.

"That's what I thought."

And just like that, Abel sucked her breath, savored every taste of her mouth, circling his tongue around it. He bit her lips, pulling his head back with her lips in between his teeth. His eyes opened slightly, watching how she weakly opened her eyes before he smirked.

Breaking apart from her lips, Abel licked his lips and showered her with kisses from her shoulder blades down to her breast and navel, and then licked her sweet pearl that was aching for him.