Exclusive Possession – CH 021

Chapter 21. Back and Forth

He knelt between my legs, his face cold as he took off his military uniform and unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, his pale, lean chest blocking all my view.

Then he leaned down, his smooth body pressed against mine, his lips ravaging my shoulders and chest with frenzied passion. With a “snap,” the strap of my bra snapped and fell to the ground, my breasts bouncing out. He seemed stunned, looking down quietly, his previously intense emotions suddenly soothed. He took one breast into his mouth, gently sucking, while his hand moved to the other side, kneading it.

It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to those two points, a clear and intense tingling sensation emanating from his lips and teeth. How could he did this! Four years ago, we did it all in one night, but that was all; he never touched that spot, and the lights were not on. But now he was kissing there!

“Stop!” I yelled, reaching out to push his head. He groaned, his lips and hand leaving his body at the same time, straightening up and quickly stripping himself naked.

A grotesque, hard, purplish-red object was right above me, its tangled hair a stark contrast to his fair and delicate face—it was horrifying to behold. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but he pressed down with his long arm, grabbing my inner thigh. He was incredibly strong, forcing my legs to bend and spread apart.

I shuddered—because he easily ripped off my underwear, looking down at me with a dark expression. I thought he was going to force himself on me—that was what he said—and I closed my eyes, my heart as still as water, bracing myself for the tearing pain. But then, a warm, wet sensation came from below, and something soft slipped inside.

The feeling was so eerie that when I opened my eyes, I was terrified—his head was buried between my legs, kissing me. His black hair was pressed against my cold thighs, and his forehead was pressed against the hair below my abdomen. I could even clearly feel the warm breath he was exhaling.

An uncontrollable pleasure surged from where his tongue brushed, and my whole stomach went numb. I yelled, “Get away!” and reached out to push his head away. But as soon as I grabbed his hair, my arm froze.

Mental power! Shameless mental power!

The scene before me was utterly desolate. He lay between my thighs, and I held his head in my hands, my naked body twisting in vain. This only intensified the friction between our lips and tongues, and he licked even faster.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing chill ran through me, and I heard a hoarse groan escape my throat. My mind went blank with dizziness. At the same time, I vaguely felt something flowing out of my body.

I looked down in a daze, and his face had moved away, but we were still very close; the tip of his straight nose was even touching the tender flesh there. He stared blankly when suddenly a drop of clear water splashed on the bridge of his nose. He reached down, touched it, and put it in his mouth. His face changed, and he let out a wild howl. He suddenly took me in his mouth and began to suck on me heavily.

My skin, already trembling with sensitivity, felt like a thousand hands were scratching at my body when he kissed me. The image of water splashing on his face replayed in my mind, filling me with unbearable shame. A sharp pain shot through my brain, and my whole body ached with cold. I felt as if my soul had been ripped from my body, coldly observing this agony; yet, I felt so acutely the impact of his every touch and lick.

“You beast!” I roared hoarsely. “Mu Xian, I hate you! You animal!”

His back stiffened abruptly, and his mouth stopped moving. He looked up at me, his eyes still dim, his lips glistening with tears.

“What did you say?”

I could not control it anymore. I sneered, “Go ahead, go ahead, it’s just mating, right? Hurry up. You did not need to marry me, really; I would have done it whenever you wanted. But do not force me to marry you. Why would I marry you? Marry a rapist?”

He seemed to snap out of his daze, his expression turning grim: “Shut up. You were insulting…”

“Fiancé? Owner? Or master?” I interrupted him sharply, my voice trembling violently. Because this was the first time in my life I had spoken so sharply, viciously, and vulgarly: “To me, you are just…just a piece of shit!”

A hint of anger flashed across his face, but his gaze turned completely cold as he slowly repeated:

“Bullshit?”

“Yeah! Bullshit!” I roared. “Let me tell you, Mu Xian, I do not regret running away at all. If I had the chance again, I would run away again! What did you mean I promised you loyalty? Did I have a choice to refuse back then? You also promised to satisfy me, but why did you not satisfy me when I wanted to go back to Earth? You did not keep your promise either!”

His brow furrowed suddenly, and he grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head. I glared at him angrily, and he stared back coldly. After a moment, he let out a long breath and replied, word by word, “I only want you. Anything else you want, I would give you.”

His words stung me again.

“Yes, you want fidelity and marriage. But what I want is freedom! Why should my needs be taken after yours? Just because you are a prince and I’m just a commoner? If we were of equal status, would you still treat me like this, forcing me, locking me up, and taking advantage of me whenever you need me?” I did not want to cry; that would be too cowardly, but I could not hold back my tears, and they fell in big drops.

His expression grew even more gloomy, but he did not speak. He raised his hand to touch my face.

I turned my head away, choking back tears, and said, “Marriage is not about rights and obligations; it’s about respect and equality. You could continue to force me, but I would never be devoted to you, and I would never be faithful!”

He looked startled and stared intently at me. I did not speak, but tears still streamed down my face. After a while, he suddenly released me, rolled out of bed, and got up. I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his naked body; he was walking barefoot towards the bathroom.

The sound of dripping water made the cabin seem even quieter. I felt I could move again, so I pulled the blanket over myself and lay down to await his verdict.

After a while, he came out, went straight to the table, and pressed the communication button.

“Send her a set of clothes.” His voice was low and calm, revealing nothing about his intentions.

“Yes, sir.” There was a hint of amusement in Morin’s voice.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up his shirt and military trousers and put them on. Then he stood there quietly, his intense gaze seemingly fixed on me. I did not say anything, nor did I look at him.

The doorbell rang, and he strode over.

“Commander, these were the clothes,” Morin’s cheerful voice came through. “Anything else needed…”

“Get out,” a cold, indifferent voice said.

Morin’s voice halted abruptly, and the footsteps quickly receded into the distance.

The soft clothes were placed on the back of my hand. I did not look at him, sat up, and quickly dressed. He remained silent. I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and walked stiffly toward the cabin door.

Just as I reached the door, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me. I froze; he was already behind me in a flash, his warm breath pressed against my skin, and he held me tightly around the waist.

I remained tense and silent, and he also remained silent, lowering his head and kissing my shoulder through the fabric of my skirt.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through me. I cried out in alarm and turned my head in horror. His face was inches away, his snow-white teeth already digging into my flesh. A terrible thought flashed through my mind—had I angered him, and was he going to bite me to death?

I pushed him away desperately, but his hands were as firm as iron clamps, completely unmoving. Then something even stranger happened: I clearly saw him bite deeper and deeper, his teeth digging into my flesh, and blood seeping out. But the pain suddenly vanished; I felt no pain at all!

I stopped struggling and stared at him, dumbfounded. After a while, he released me, and I saw that his teeth were covered in blood, and there were bloodstains at the corners of his mouth. On my shoulder, the torn fabric was also stained with blood, and a trickle of blood flowed down my arm.

But surprisingly, I did not feel any pain at all, and the bleeding stopped almost immediately, although my shoulder was still a bloody mess.

“What did you do?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

His face was pale, but his eyebrows and eyes were jet black, making the blood at the corner of his lips all the more shocking. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the bloodstain, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

My heart ached, and without asking any further questions, I opened the door and rushed out.

I had only run a short distance when I saw Morin standing there in the distance, craning his neck to look around. I did not want to talk to anyone right now, so I turned around and tried to take another route. But when he saw me, he quickly came to meet me.

“Miss, you…” He suddenly opened his mouth wide, staring at my shoulder. “This is…”

I looked at the bright red, gruesome wound on my shoulder and whispered, “He bit me. Could you treat it for me?” The wound was there, and I could not reach it myself.

He quickly pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and asked anxiously, “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. He was about to hand me the handkerchief but then suddenly pulled it back, sighed with relief, and said, “I see. Do not worry, Miss; the Commander’s spiritual energy is focused around the wound. It will heal quickly without any other treatment and would not even leave a scar.”

I paused for a moment, then asked, “Why? Why would he do that?”

Morin asked cautiously, “Miss, I just heard that you wanted to escape? So the entire fleet strengthened its defenses.”

I remained silent. He whispered, “No wonder the Commander was so angry today. Miss, if you two had a conflict, you could talk it out. Do not leave him, or he would not be able to stand it. Otherwise, why would he bite you? Of course, he would not really hurt you. He probably just bit you to leave his scent in your blood so he could find you no matter where you go. Do not blame him…”

I was shocked—so that was how it is.

So from now on, even without the robot was surveillance and without access restrictions, I would never be able to leave him.

I returned to the bedroom, initially feeling numb. But as I showered, looking at my body flushed red from the hot water, I suddenly remembered the moment I released under his lips and tongue, his surprised and stunned gaze, and the way he roared as he took me in his mouth. My face suddenly burned again, and I hated myself terribly—how could I have done that! I seemed to have no control at all! Was my body really that wanton?!

The thought seared me. I frantically scrubbed myself underwater, but that scene—the scene of me spraying on his face—kept replaying itself uncontrollably in my mind. It was so shameful; I wanted nothing more than to smash my head against a wall and die.

After showering, I felt exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I slept terribly; my dreams were bizarre and fantastical. I kept seeing his teeth, his hands, and his bones. I stomped on the floor desperately but could not break them. Just as I was panicking, someone suddenly picked me up, and a soft, cool voice whispered in my ear, “You got my nose wet. You have to marry me to make it up to me.” I cried out anxiously, “No, I did not!”

I opened my eyes abruptly and realized I was dreaming.

I bolted upright, sitting, my forehead drenched in cold sweat. I glanced at the clock by my bedside and realized I’d been asleep for over seven hours. Thinking back on the dream, I felt only absurdity and embarrassment.

The house was quiet and deserted; it seemed he had not returned, but that did not put me at ease.

Yesterday’s scathing rebuke of him gave me, for the first time, a sense of victory in front of him, a feeling of triumph that allowed me to win back some ground.

After a night, I calmed down but then felt uneasy. I’d said such harsh things; there was no way he would not be angry. Why did he let me come back without saying anything? He did not come home to sleep last night either. What exactly did he plan to did with me?

I felt a bit annoyed—maybe I should not had acted impulsively. Since the outcome could not be changed, why not be sensible and make my life a little easier?

I went to the restaurant listlessly. The thought of possibly seeing him made me even more uneasy, so I stopped outside the restaurant and silently told myself that I had to stay calm—I was the one who was always right and righteous.

Thinking this way, I felt a little more at ease. I walked into the restaurant and quickly scanned the room, but all I saw was Morin cooking.

“Good morning,” I greeted him.

When he saw me, he threw down the spatula and rushed over, looking utterly devastated: “Miss, how could this happen? How could this happen!”

I got a little nervous from his behavior and quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“After you left, the commander stayed in his room alone and did not come out. Two hours ago, he suddenly took his luggage and left the ‘Angel’ to go to another ship,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “He also told us to take good care of you; he definitely did not plan to go back to the ‘Angel.'”

My heart skipped a beat. After a moment of silence, I replied, “I’m hungry. What should we eat today?”

Morin’s mouth was agape, seemingly quite shocked. But seeing that my expression did not soften at all, he sobbed and went to get the food.