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I'd never known regret before. Killing someone because I was ordered to? No regrets. Torturing an innocent soul for information? No regrets either. Hurting someone's feelings? No fucking regrets.
I had no emotions before I met her. I was simply carrying out the tasks my father gave me and learning to become the next Dark Mage. I didn't have time to think about feeling anything.
The only time I would feel anything is when I felt the blood of the poor souls I killed or tortured slip through my fingers.
It was fucking euphoria and adrenaline what I felt.
Even fucking whores never brought me any satisfaction. It was just pure lust, I didn't care about their pleasure, all that mattered was my own
But with Aelys, everything is different. I felt drawn to her since the moment our eyes met. She makes me care about her even when I don't want to. She makes me hate the mere thought of her being with someone other than me.
To think that I wanted to ruin her so that no one would ever want her. Everything changed the moment our lips first met. I was afraid of what would happen once I had her and now that I do, I'm terrified.
Every touch from her makes me shiver. I've never liked people touching me, not even during sex. But her?
I'm fucking addicted to her touch.
Her plump lips around my cock were divine, but seeing her moan my name as I touched her, gave her pleasure… I have no words to describe how it made me feel. It made me want and need to praise her like a fucking goddess because that's what she is.
My goddess.
She doesn't belong with me and yet I don't want her to belong to anyone else. She's mine, only mine, damn it.
My eyes turn to Leroi, noticing that his eyes are still wide and his mouth is hanging open. He's looking at me as if this is the first time he's seen me, and honestly? I think it is because I don't recognize myself.
But it are the words he breathes, incredulous, that finish me off. “Oh my gods!You're falling in love with her.”
CHAPTER 20
Aelys
“Wait, you sucked his dick and let him touch you?” My cousin repeats, stunned.
I feel my cheeks burn as I nod. She squeaks in annoyance as Kiara smacks her head, a disapproving pout playing on her pink lips.
“For the Gods's sake, Nance, let her breathe. He's hot and she's going to marry him, so it had to happen at some point.”
“She’s not wrong,” Paula adds, “and don't forget that he apologized. I even thought he was adorable in theway he did it.”
I chuckle softly, the redness in my cheeks only increasing. My cousin glares at me before sitting up on the bed and crossing her arms over her chest, pouting.
“I still think you forgive him too easily. I just don't want you to get hurt, honey.” She finally sighed, resigned.
I walk over to her and hug her. Kiara and Paula join in, making us laugh softly. I assure them I won't get hurt, but I don't know if I believe that myself. Sure, he's been kind all day and assured me that I'm his and he's mine, but I can't help but worry that he’s lying.
Hello insecurities.
“All right, now, spill, is it big?” Kiara smirks and plays with her eyebrows suggestively.
I gasp in surprise and smack her arm teasingly as I feel my cheeks burn, my response sounding like an indignant squeak.
“I am not answering that!”
“Oh come on! Tell us!” My cousin insists, whining.
I shake my head, embarrassed, resigned pout tugging at my lips and they groan in disappointment.
“At least tell us if he's good,” Paula begs, giving me puppy dog eyes.
