It was comical to me that he said it like it was a big secret. I worried about my brother, but it was clear he was enjoying whatever he was learning from both Emmet and Nazai.
“That’s cool.” My finger tapped on the table. “I was thinking though. School will be starting soon and?—”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Carson.”
“I want to be homeschooled like you were.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. I was only homeschooled because my parents felt me going to real school would hinder my training. It also was a way to control me by having minimum contact with the outside world. I didn’t want that for my brother. He was coming out of his shell and I thought being around kids his age would help that even more.
“Don’t you want to be around kids your age?”
He shook his head then focused back on the screen. Carson was only ten but had been through so much. Like me, he probably didn’t even know how to function properly in the general public.
“Okay, I’ll consider homeschooling, okay?”
He nodded, but kept his eyes on the computer.
Seeing he didn’t want to talk anymore, I grabbed my apple juice, then ran my hand over his head before heading for the elevator. Thinking about Carson and school reminded me that in all of this time I’d never handled making sure he couldn’t get taken from me, not that I would let that happen. But for him to be enrolled in school, I would need to show I had a legal standing with him.
I took the elevator to the third floor. I realized I no longer walked on eggshells around the house. I had been sleeping in Nazai’s room and he thought I didn’t notice that he had been moving my things from the original room I had deemed mine up to his.
When I stepped in the room, I heard the shower running from the open bathroom door. I glanced toward it, feeling heat swell in my stomach as my pussy pulsated.Sexual desirewas so foreign to me that when it hit, it caught me off guard. Nazai was so dominant in the bedroom and I thought that would turn me off, but it did the complete opposite. I normally didn’t take well to someone trying to control and overpower me, but with sex, it was like all that went out the window. I didn’t know what Nazai had done to me, but my mind thought about him inside me too often and my body craved his warm flesh against it.
Blinking rapidly, I debated if I should go into the bathroom. I’d never initiated sex between us before but I found myself wanting it more and more.
No.
I pushed out a heavy breath. I needed to maintain some kind of dignity. If I gave in, I knew Nazai would never let me hear the end of it.
Moving to the bed instead, I decided to wait for him when something on his pillow caught my eye. I stepped closer to the head of the bed and peeked at the bathroom door, still hearing the shower run. I bit on the corner of my bottom lip and wet my lips. Often I had seen Nazai scribbling in this sketchpad but never bothered to ask what he was doing, but now that it was out in the open, my curiosity got the best of me.
Reaching for it, I checked the bathroom door again before opening the sketchpad. I inhaled a sharp breath as my heart stuttered and my stomach did a cartwheel. My lips parted and my eyes widened taking in the drawing of me. It was spot on when it came to details. A scowl was on my face, my hair tied into a ponytail, my eyes narrowed. It was as if I was looking at a photo.
My heart felt like it had been shocked back to life when I flipped the page and saw another sketch of me. This time, I was sleep and tangled in the sheets. It seemed as if my lungs forgot how to function properly as I continued looking through the book. Every page was a different sketch of me, down to the first day we met when I broke into his house and he chained me in the basement. I closed my eyes and took a few breaths to try easing my racing heart. It seemed like forever since that day, the day my life changed forever. I was a wife now, married to a leader of a murderous crime family. Nazai didn’t try to change who I was either, he embraced it, even instigated it at times. A lump formed in my throat as a gnawing feeling clawed at my chest.
“They say curiosity killed the cat.” I jumped and the book fell on the bed. Snapping my eyes forward, I looked at Nazai dressed in only a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry himself off. My mouth grew dry and my pussy throbbed.
“I…” My eyes went back to the book. “These are all of me!” What the hell was happening to me? I didn’t get flustered easily.
“They are,” he agreed. His mouth ticked upwards.
“Why?”
My mouth opened when he pulled the towel from his waist, exposing his semi-hard dick. A rush of air pushed through my nose. He strolled closer to the bed and his dick bounced against his thigh. I swallowed hard.
Once he was in front of me, he reached down and studied the sketch I stopped on. It was one of me lying in bed with my headphones on. My eyes were closed and my face appeared relaxed.
“It seems you fascinate me, Wildfire. You’ve become an obsession I can’t help but recreate over and over.”
Nazai’s eyes lifted with sincerity. It caressed my insides and caused them to explode with a yearning desire. Again, my heart stuttered.
I ran my eyes down his body, tracing his wide chest and the outline of his ripped abs until I got to the groomed hair on his pelvis and the bulge that rested beneath it.
“You can’t say things like that to me.,” I told him tightly, feeling my chest grow taut with anxiety. I didn’t understand what was happening. His words didn’t make sense to me.
Nazai licked his lips. His smoldering stare became overwhelming, making every atom inside me become alive. “Why not?”
