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Chapter 16 - Chapter Sixteen

Mature themes coming up later on this chapter.

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Finding myself in the dark-coloured room again, I sighed, feeling my wound throbbing with a strange numbing sensation. It made me almost regret not listening to Tristan.

I groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling utterly worn down.

Collapsing myself onto the soft mattress, I looked up at the ceiling allowing myself to think.

It was harder than I thought, getting through to this man. He wouldn't budge. It was going to take much more time than I had anticipated. It wasn't just the Venturi I needed to stop, but Jackson too. He would definitely take the chance to reign over the empire I had built.

I sighed, realising I had made more enemies than I thought possible. Both of them wanting, the end of me. While Venturi had taken some sort of liking towards me, I knew him well enough to know he would do anything to reach his goal, and from what the 'twins' had told me, he was even willing to kill for it.

He had killed many of Tristan's people in the past year it seems, making me wonder what was he possibly after! Knowing whatever valuable object or power he was after, could be the key to stopping him.. Stopping him from reaching it.

But if Tristan doesn't open up to me soon enough, I have no choice but to ask the Venturi myself. He was smart, but also easily fooled, after all I did stop our so-called marriage from happening. With the Venturi playing dumb was the key, allowing him to think he had the upper of things; everything under his control.

I sighed, running a hand over my face, "Maybe it's time for a bath." I winced at my aching body. I felt so disgusted and unpleasant within myself, and scolding myself repeatedly for allowing Tristan to see a true emotion to form in my eyes. I allowed myself to slip. But I would be lying if I said I didn't like seeing that softness in his eyes. It made his eyes more mesmerising, than they already were, making me want to reach out and admire them.. more and more.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself away from the comfy bed and walked towards the another door within the room, to the side, presuming it was the bathroom. The pain in my leg did stung, but it didn't stop me from craving a shower.

Opening the large door, my eyes wandered around the large bathroom. Grey on black stone tiles lined the walls smoothly, shining against the bright light. It was set with a walk- in shower and large bathtub. I practically eyed the large black-stoned tub that lined itself against the wall on the far end, hungrily. Beautifully aesthetic..

"Toothless sure loves black." I murmured, walking towards the tub. The tub was more practical, than the shower, I wanted to relax, not constantly be pulled down by the strain on my wounded leg.

Allowing myself to sit down on the wide edges of the tub, I leaned over and turned on the faucet and watched the water rush down as I pushed the plunger in place. I smiled watching the tub fill up, before reaching over to the soaps placed on the rack to the side.

"Sandalwood and madras wood with sweet honey." I read over the writings of the bottle. While it wasn't my usual fresh cherry-blossom gel, I was grateful there was at least some nice soap here for me to use.

Snapping open the bottle, I inhaled the scent. A spicy-sweet scent filled my nostrils, making me crave it. I guess I liked the spicy scent that held a bit of sweetness within them, a combination that seemed odd, but it smelled crisp and refreshing at the same time, making it a beautiful combination.

I frowned, wondering, where have I smelt this before?

But I quickly shook the question away, that was the least of my concerns right now and I wanted to relax my aching head.

Pouring in the soap in the almost filled tub, I turned off the faucet. I smiled, inhaling how the spicy-sweet scent filled the room as I stripped free of the blue dress and everything I wore. The cold air attacked my skin, erupting goosebumps all over my body.

But as I slipped myself into the warm bubbling waters, a gentle sigh left my lips as it instantly drowned my body in their relaxing warmth, and allowed it to soothe the tense muscles of my body.

I smiled, closing my eyes, enjoying the soap warmth soaking my skin. My wound, surprisingly, didn't give me too much discomfort as I leaned back on the tub.

"Jisoo!" I groaned, rolling my eyes as I heard my name being called with a certain anger by that deep rough voice.

"What?" I snapped, feeling annoyed to have my peaceful state broken so fast.

Sudden bangs on the door made me jump slightly, "Come out! We need to talk!" The anger and annoyance his voice held only made my eyes twitch as the sparks inside me threatened to ignite.

"About what? I'm busy." I snapped back, gritting my teeth. I simply wasn't going to allow him to walk all over me. I sighed, closing my eyes again, hoping he would leave.

"You're engaged to Antonio Venturi?!" He shouted, making me snap my eyes and groan.

How did he know?! I sighed, knowing the media had played a part in this. I forgot how the media could be beneficial towards Tristan in his findings, but it threw me under the curve. I needed to keep little to all things about myself hidden from him.

"I was! Not anymore." I replied, through we were never exactly engaged, my father just wanted some attention towards our so-called picture perfect family and hint there was possibility of me marrying that snake, "Now, get lost."

"Get out of the bath, Jisoo!" His rough voice commanded me. I bit my lip as my core clenched under its effect, making me almost breathless. I frowned, feeling oddly attracted to his commanding voice that laid effects on me. I usually hated men throwing commands on me, Tristan should be no different, and yet, here was my body reacting perfectly to his deep rough voice. I gritted my teeth, now annoyed at my body too, it almost disgusted me to see how my body felt so approved of his demanding voice, "Jisoo!"

I rolled my eyes at the clear warning his voice held, I knew I was starting to test his very patience, and to be honest, I don't think Tristan had any of it.

"No."

I said so simply, knowing it would easily snap his patience like a twig, and then hopefully he will leave me the hell alone.

"No?!" His voice raised many decibels, making me wonder if he ever heard that word. I groaned, massaging my temples, his nonsense was starting to give me an aching head again.

"Yes, Tristan! No! I won't get out!" I rose my voice above his, stubbornly, making it clear to him I was willing to put up a fight if it means necessary.

"Last time, Jis-"

But I cut him off, "Come get me, Toothless!" I snapped, daring him, knowing he wouldn't. I waited for him to walk off and maybe confront me later about this.

The calming silence that came from the other side of the door let me know he was probably gone. I sighed gently, and I closed my eyes again. But from the sudden sound of the door to the bathroom crashing open, I gasped, almost choking on the air I had breathed in.

My hands quickly covered my breasts, keeping my body hidden within the bubbles and soap, only allowing him to see little to nothing as I submerged myself in the waters until my collarbone; when he sauntered forward, "Are you crazy?!" I shouted.

"Get out." He said, letting his voice take that certain calming tone, making me resist the urge to shiver under it.

"No! You, get out!" I glared at him, gritting my teeth. I, most certainly, wasn't the one who did wrong here. It was he, who needed to get out!

I gulped as he stepped forward, leaning his hands against the edges of the black-stoned tub, his face close to mine as I watched his intense seafoam crystals blaze themselves with a daring spark of bright emeralds, "You're playing a dangerous game, Jisoo." He spoke slowly, letting me linger on every word. I shivered under its deep roughness, trying to awaken a primitive greed in me, one I don't think I can control once it awoke.

His eyes shined with a warning.. A warning that almost made me double think about my plan.. my game.

With a slightly shaking figure, I spoke with the same pace, "Get the fu*k out, Tristan."

"You're my mate. I can have you whenever I please.. and see you whenever I please," He said, leaning closer over the bathtub. I hated that word, even though I had no understanding of it, I still hated it, because it only made my blood rush forward with a mad desire, clenching my core painfully.. silently begging for him.

I felt my wet hair drape itself over my cheeks and forehead, usually it would annoy me, I didn't like hair on my face, but right now that was in the back of my mind, Tristan's dominating aura and lust-filled eyes was all I could dwell on and allowed another wave of heat to rush up my legs.

If he wanted to play… Let's play..

I smirked, lifting my fine leg, and wrenching my gaze from him, I ran my hand over my lathery bare leg. My smirk only grew as I watched his gaze flicker to my leg for a second or two. I was going to play with his stubbornness and let it break..

"I will not say a word, so it will be a wiser choice for you to leave, Tristan Slade." I spoke, purposely leaning in close to him, and traced my wet finger along his jaw, wanting his damn stubbornness to break and leave.

But as his seafoam eyes flared with a crippling necessity to perhaps scoop me in his arms and ravish me in his bed, I knew, Tristan Slade's stubbornness didn't break so easily. The emerald glints dominated his iris, making me anticipate for his next move.

I screamed as his hand shot forward, grabbing my wrists and placing them against the wall, above my head. Anger bubbled in my veins, empowering my sparks as I realised the top of my breasts were now exposed to him, "Don't you dare." I warned, trying to break from his iron grip on my wrists, ignoring how those sparks licked across my skin.

His large hand was able to hold both my wrists in place, no matter how much I struggled. I wanted to wriggle free from him, but I would only be exposing more of myself to him, "Let me, go!" I gritted through my teeth, but he stayed unbothered.

I cursed at myself for not filling the tub to the fullest, it could have given me more coverage, but his eyes only focused on my own, not glancing down to the exposed parts of my chest, even for a second.

"Don't even think about of lying, I know you are enjoying this." He said, scowling as he looked into my eyes. I almost stammered for a response, "Your mouth may lie, but your body tells me otherwise, Jisoo."

I glared at him wanting to scream, it frustrated me how he spoke the truth, a truth I wanted to deny. But I couldn't deny, because I was trying my best to fight against the throbbing between my legs, and the sudden wetness that was pooling out, "Get lost." I said, breaking eye contact with him.

But he leaned in close, enough for me to feel his minty breath on my face and for me to see nothing but his beautiful eyes that shone with such intensity, "How much is your pussy throbbing for me, Jisoo?"

He asked the obvious, but his voice held almost a terrifying calmness only making my core throb harder, and if it weren't for the waters my legs were submerged in, I knew I could feel the wetness starting to drip down my thighs.

I heard a low groan.. or maybe a growl rip through his chest as his other hand shot into the water, wrapping his hand around my waist and lifting me above the water, forcing me to sit on the other end of tub, "What're you-" But the pleasurable gasp cut off any further words from leaving my lips as his fingers glided over my clit in seconds. The damned sparks rushed through, powerful than ever, making my core clench painfully, begging for comfort. I gritted my teeth, wanting to push his hand away, but he firmly settled on my sex, cupping it softly.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, not wanting any noise to escape through my lips. I couldn't let him know truly how much I was enjoying this.. How my dreams and fantasies were slowly coming true..

His eyes travelled down to my lips, pressing his thumb against my clit almost making a moan to slip through, "How long are you going to resist?" He murmured, a little smirk slowly starting to place itself on his sinful lips.. for a first time it was something other than a deep scowl or a glare.

His beautiful eyes returned to mine, letting me wander into those oceanic wilderness as he started rubbing his thumb on my clit, slowly and slowly increasing the speed with each circle. I struggled to keep myself together. His fingers deliciously circled my clit, but I wanted them inside me, pushing in and out my core. I wanted every soul-shattering touches he could give me, gentle but holding an urging passion.

"Please…"

The word passed through my lips in a breathless gasp, making me curse the living daylights. But I couldn't stop the strong desire that took over my body. Something called onto him.. Something deep within me.

"What is it that you want, Jisoo?" He asked, pinching my clit. I gasped, blissful in a pained state, arching my back, almost pushing my breasts onto his chest. But even then his eyes refused to leave mine. Even though I tried to hide myself from him before, I wanted him to look down, I wanted him to pay some attention to my breasts, just as much he did to my clit.

His pressure lessoned, making me aware I had failed to answer his question, "No, please!" At this point, I don't know what came through my lips, it was the aching of my body that spoke.

"What is it, Jisoo?" He breathed out, his lips brushed ever so slightly against mine, making mine tremble.. beg for him to crash those soft lips against mine.

"Touch me.. please." I moaned a cry, desperate for his fingers to touch my aching pussy.. Clenching painfully, making my eyes moist with tears.

His finger glided over my clit again, making me whine, "No.."

"Then what?" He murmured, low and even, making me want to rant out at him, call him every name under the sun. He leaned over me calm and steady, while I became a desperate mess underneath him.

"I want them inside me…" I bit my lip, hoping he would release me from this ache soon. I felt myself crumble away as the ache within my core dominated through. I was losing at my own game.

I yelped as his fingers slid into me without warning, and I threw my head back as the sudden pressure rushed over me in waves, along with the pain.. An incredible sensation. I tried to struggle in his arms again, wanting to run my hands through his hair.. grip onto it, but still he made no attempt in allowing me to be free as his fingers slammed in and out of me. Pain and pleasure pricked at each other, washing over me with the sensation that helped built the pressure in my core.

I bit my lip moaning as the pressure built, making my core clench tightly around his fingers.

"Tristan." I moaned his name as the pressure hit its breaking point, arching my back, allowing the intense pleasure to rip through me; I grounded myself against his finger as my orgasm rocked through me. His hand covered in my juices as I breathed heavily, looking into his eyes.

His hand slowly released my wrists and the other pulled away from my now sensitive core, making me feel oddly alone and cold. I watched as Tristan stood straight, gazing over each of my features in lightning speed I couldn't keep up, before leaving without another word.

I gulped, trying to gather myself and steady my uneven breaths after what had just happened.

Running a hand through my hair, I cursed at myself allowing this to happen. Anger bubbled in my veins, I had allowed Tristan to get his ways with me, but there was no doubt I enjoyed it, though that only made me hate myself. I could always resist myself from other men, why couldn't that be the same for Tristan?!

Something about Tristan made it impossible for me to resist him.

I groaned, shooting myself up to stand on my feet immediately. I cringed, preparing myself for the intense pain to rush through my wound. But as I waited, I felt nothing.. nothing but the coldness of the air around me.

I gasped, looking down at my leg, feeling no pain. I sat on the edge again, ripping off the damn bandage wrapped around my leg, wondering why I hadn't taken it off beforehand.

As the bandage tore and fell freely onto the floor in pieces, I looked to see the wound placed there by the sharp arrow that pierced through my flesh, but I was met with nothing but smooth skin…