She was looking at Brantley who had crawled over her, but she wasn't seeing him. Her gaze was blank. Her mind scattered.

"Bia?" Brantley called her. She didn't answer, so he waved his fingers in front of her. "Bia…" this time he became worried.

A voice called her and she peeled her attention to the person she was looking at. Bianca's eyes flew open. "Brantley!" she breathed out. Realizing that she had zoned out, she said, "I— I am sorry."

"Are you feeling fine?" Worry laced his tone.

She blinked and assured him. "I am fine. Some old memories flashed across my mind."

He narrowed his eyes. "Old memories of?"

How could she say that those weren't memories? They were flashes of her dreams. How could she say that she saw an old man who looked like her daddy? She looked at him and found his stare funny. Was he getting jealous? She could hear his increased heartbeat. She smiled and added, "Of my old boyfriends."

His eyes became dark and so did his expression, but the man smiled with a chill on his face that was worse than an ice shard. "Say it again Bianca."

Her throat became dry and she swallowed her saliva. That was the only sound audible in the silence, which followed.

"Bianca, say it again. And I dare you to say that."

Her eyes darted between his eyes and lips and all she could see was caliginosity that surrounded him, the darkness that swirled around him as if he would murder someone. And considering all that, her mind said that she should have stayed quiet, but… "Memories of my boyfriends flooded—"

Everything that happened next was too quick for her to comprehend. He picked her up and rolled with her and then crawled over her. Her breath hitched as she looked at the manic look of his eyes. It was as if his madness was about to come out. And she had triggered it.

She looked at his large body that hovered over her. It appeared so threatening.

He had stopped breathing. His body was tense as hell. Heat pooled in her belly and she clenched her thighs hard so as to hide the effect he had on her… from him. Why was it that when he looked so menacing, she didn't see the danger that lurked beneath those eyes? Why was she… turned on? She should be digging behind this façade of her mate and peel out his mask, but all she focused on was his dangerous beauty, the golden hair that tumbled on his face, those bow-shaped lips and that broad chest, which she wanted to touch.

Brantley brought his finger to her lips and pressed her bottom lip. Then he traced the redness of her cheek with the pad of his thumb. She swallowed and closed her eyes as her heart thudded in her ribcage. She could feel the Cimmerian shade of his emotions, the darkness that fell on a moonless night, and she… wanted him to unleash it.

She was turning as dark as him. She was turning as dangerous as him.

"Are you not satisfied with the experience in the pool, under the waterfall?" His voice was unnaturally calm and chilly. "Don't talk about your past boyfriends. Because—" he lightly caressed her cheek, "you are mine."

She looked at him and challenged, "One doesn't have control on memories. Besides, I don't just belong to you." What she meant was that part of her belonged to her parents, her brother…

"It seems you don't understand when I say you are mine." He kissed the corner of her lips and a wild sensation ran through her. "Being mine means, not only this," he poked a finger on her heart, "but also your body and your soul is mine. You don't have an option. Do you understand? So you better give in to me, sooner, the better." He pressed another kiss on the tip of her nose. "You will never be free from me."

She didn't want to be free from him, ever. Wait. What? When did she reach this conclusion? She didn't know she had this twisted side of hers. "What will you do if I try to be free of you?"

He tilted his head. "Hell will break loose." His chilly demeanor became a nigh chillier. He grabbed her nape and brushed his finger on her pulse point. Brantley was furious as hell even though he appeared soft and loving on the outside.

She realized that the guy was obsessed with her. He wanted her madly in every sense. And she was affected by him. She reacted to his dark obsession positively. Her body reacted to his obsession.

His hand traveled to her jaw and he squeezed it slightly. There was so much turbulence beneath those eyes. There was a raging storm. All at once he pressed his body on hers and claimed her lips. He opened her mouth with his fangs and thrust his tongue inside to plunder her. He took his hands to her hair and gripped them while kissing her ruthlessly. The kiss is merciless, animalistic, like he had never ever kissed anyone or like he had waited to kiss her for eternity. It was filled with his want, with his possessiveness and with his madness.

The way he kissed her, he sucked the air out of her. His chest pressed her breasts hard and kissed hard. Their curves fitted into each other. He growled in her mouth and she groaned in his. When he pulled away, he was panting… with fury.

"If anyone even thinks of touching you, I think I will end up being a murderer. I hope that is clear to you."

Bianca looked in his mad eyes. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer. She whispered in his ear, "Then I might end up touching someone." She grinded her hips in his bulging shaft, teasing him, challenging him.

And hell broke loose. He yanked her shorts down and without a second's delay, thrust his shaft in her in one go.

"Brantley…" she said in a voice that she couldn't recognize was hers. It was so wanton.

He plowed her non-stop and she screamed as orgasm shattered her body. He came inside her chasing his orgasm.

An hour later, they were sleeping in each other's arms, their bodies entangled like vines.

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Little Bianca stared at the man with salt and pepper hair with wide eyes. "Who— who are you?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

There were tears in his eyes. He walked to her hurriedly and said, "I am your Grandfather, baby." He stroked her hair and she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Grandf— Grandfather?" But mommy said that Grandfather was lost. She had found her Grandfather. Her skin lined with pimples. She couldn't believe that she had found her Grandfather. Even though her ankle and her cuffed hands were paining like hell, she squealed with joy. "You are my Daddy's father?"

Gayle nodded as he chuckled. He dug his pants pockets and took out a key. "I am your daddy's father."

She chirped. "Mommy and Daddy will be so happy when I tell them that I found you." She was seeing her Grandfather for the first time. She was extremely excited.