The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 87

Hazel's POV 

"what are you doing here? this is not your room" I could feel my heart pounding, but I stood my ground, determined not to let him see any fear, my voice steadier than I expected, but he wasn't the least bit affected by my voice instead, he looked at me, clearly amused.

"Why can't I be here? I'm right where my soon-to-be wife is," he murmured, his voice low and dangerously calm but his gaze was intense, almost suffocating as he held me there, pinned against the cold glass of the window. All the moisture in my mouth dried up at his words. His soon to be wife, the word alone making me gulp hard.

I stood there, completely stiff, trying to figure him out, and the fact that Tash wasn't around to rescue me only made my breath come quicker.

 "So, was it fun?" His grip tightened, and his voice dropped even lower, the darkness in his tone making my pulse quicken.

"Did you enjoy his company?" he asked again, each word sharp and cold. The chill of his words sent another shiver down my spine, but I couldn't move, couldn't speak.The wind howled outside, but all I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat.

His grip on my waist tightened, making it clear that he wasn't letting go. He  leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear despite the cold. I struggled to find my voice, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I was trapped in his stare, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite place.

Looking me in the eye, his hand slowly moved from my waist, tracing up my side in a way that was both possessive and menacing.
"W-hat are you doing? " I finally managed to whisper, my voice was low. He didn't answer immediately, just held my gaze with his dark, unreadable eyes. Then, with a slight smirk, he leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing mine. "What else, reminding who you belong, you keep forgetting it love" his voice deepened as his lips traced on the side of my neck while his fingers get inside my t-shirt with each movement was slow and firm,  lightly teasing my skin. 

"Stop this nonsense and get out of my room, Tash would be here soon" I mumbled, trying to pull his hand off me, my voice barely steady as I tugged at him but he didn't let go, his grip tightening just enough to remind me that he wasn't letting me go that easily.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of frustration breaking through his calm exterior.
"I don't  fucking care if your stupid friend is coming or not" he muttered, his voice low and unyielding. "What matters to me is that we are not done here" he said, each word dripping with possessiveness.

"We don't have anything to finish" I said, struggling against him, my voice trembling. I didn't even want to think about what he has to finish.

His smirk was dark and menacing as he closed the space between us, his gaze burning with a disturbing intensity and he clicked his tongue dramatically, as if utterly incredulous at my confusion. "Tsk, tsk!!!! "

"We have an important thing to finish, love," he said, his smirk widening, his eyes glinting with a sinister  smile.
"We need to make our parents' wish come true."

"What wish?" I stammered, swallowing hard, my voice barely more than a whisper. My eyes were going back and forth between him trying to figure out his this new game.

"Don't play dumb, love," he murmured, his lips grazing mine with a chilling intimacy, shaking his head with exaggerated disdain. "I can't believe you're still not getting it." His eyes were cold and unyielding, his demeanour a stark contrast to the intimate closeness we shared. 

"Today, we can make their biggest wish come true." He smirked making a pause to look me in the eye, making my heart thud as the curiosity of his next words eating my brain