Predatory Marriage - Chapter 280
Chapter 280. Obsession (4)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
That night, Leah came to Blain’s bedchamber.
Not only did she take the initiative to kiss him, but she undressed without being told. She was bold and yet shy, as if she were experiencing all of this for the first time. No matter what he asked her to do, no matter how embarrassing it was, she accepted it.
He had waited for this for so long.
He had never even dreamed of pleasure like this with other women. In this fantasy s3x, the pleasure was so indescribable that when he came, the euphoria whited out his mind in a moment of absolute and incredible perfection.
When he woke in the morning, the first thing he did was turn toward Leah.
The space beside him was empty. An intense headache throbbed and his mouth was dry as memories of the night before filled his mind. Remembering how Leah had moaned with pleasure, he ran his hand over the place where she had lain.
Was last night all a dream?
He wasn’t sure. Frowning, Blain rose from the bed.
Suddenly, he shouted into the empty room.
His eyes searched for her desperately, and like magic, she appeared at the bedroom door, dressed in a white gown and looking at him with puzzlement.
Her voice brought him back. This wasn’t a dream. He had really been with her last night. Blain embraced her without a word, and Leah submitted to it without objection, though she was a little uncomfortable.
Blain was so happy, he felt as if he owned the world.
For a while.
But hell was close on the heels of heaven. He had spent the night with her, but the more he thought of it, the more his happiness changed to despair.
He still did not have her heart.
He still didn’t really have her.
Numberless fears tormented him, but more than anything else, the fear that she would still somehow run away with the barbarian king. It grew worse with every passing day until he couldn’t bear to allow any visitors into Leah’s palace, even for necessary wedding preparations. – Posted only on NovelUtopia
After days of sickening anxiety, he knew that no matter how obedient she appeared, he could never trust her. There was only one way to end this.
Blain made his way to the Queen Mother’s palace.
All the plants were dead around that gloomy place, and it was so quiet, even the sound of a mouse would have been audible. But there were none. As he walked towards Cerdina’s chambers, Blain didn’t see a single servant.
The ornate wooden doors had long ago lost their original beauty, darkened by the blood of beasts and people. Turning a rusted knob, the reek of blood filled his nose as he looked at the woman lying in the middle of a magic pattern made of blood.
The woman wore no makeup on her face. Her hair was in disarray and her clothes were a mess. As soon as she saw Blain, she tried to rise, but immediately collapsed back to the floor. Her body would not obey her.
“Ahhhh…” Cerdina groaned with pain, and the black smoke writhed out of her body as if it were alive. It was a long time before she could contain the black smoke inside her body, and Blain watched her suffer and waited until she was calm enough to tell her what he wanted.
“Make her my doll,” He ordered.
Cerdina glanced at him, hesitating, but when she opened her mouth to speak, he shouted first.
“Now!” He shouted. “Now, make her a doll now, right now!”
As usual, Cerdina obeyed him.
As soon as Blain returned to the main palace, he ordered his knights to take Leah to the Queen Mother.
“You promised me!” Leah screamed as she was dragged away. “You swore you wouldn’t! You promised you wouldn’t turn me into a doll!”
But there was no one to help her. Once she was gone, Blain walked alone through his palace, filled with a tempest of feelings he couldn’t explain.
After the sun went down, Leah returned to the palace alone.
Like the night outside the palace windows, there was nothing left in her that glowed.
Blain looked into her unfocused purple eyes, so dark and opaque she looked as if she had died.
“Do you love me, Leah?” He asked.
When she answered, her voice was empty.
“I love you.”
Blain’s fists clenched. This was what he had wanted. This was his moment of triumph. It wasn’t the way he had wanted it, but he had finally done it.
But he felt no joy. The thing rising from the depths of his heart was fury. Grabbing Leah’s arm, he yanked her roughly in front of him, suddenly enraged. But she did nothing. She only waited calmly to be told what to do.
Looking at Leah with bloodshot eyes, Blain stormed away, leaving her alone. There was nothing in the room but silence.
Slowly, the glow returned to unfocused purple eyes. Laying a hand on her stomach, Leah turned, looking around before she slowly spoke the name.
She closed her eyes. It was time to end it all.