The Fate of Love of a Misanris

43. The Woman Who Lost Control

"Shhhh.."

Bending her body, Alina sizzled softly at Zayyad's ears. His black eyes were like in the dera of darkness magic. When he smiled, the aura around him darkened and killed.

This isn't the first time Alina has teased Zayyad. Toying himself as his revenge against all men. No matter it was at the stage of utilizing, pranking or even harassing.

But of all that, this is the first time Zayyad has found Alina far from her usual self. He looked like he was possessed by something, which made him like a cruel and merciless seductive demon.

The harassment was much different than usual. Every touch was full of frightening desire. His passionate gaze was extremely burning. When her red lips opened, the smooth sigh of her voice was as cold as the wind in the forest. Shivering the listener and carrying an unspeakable fear.

His warm breath, it tickled like the air in the dry season. Making sweat sweat with the anxiety of death.

Zayyad's eyes heated up, his roar of breath heavy and faltering. His white teeth bite his lower lip. Trying not to sniff. Because her tears had already slid pitifully on both sides of her cheeks.

"Sweet child.." Alina said with a soft-made look in her eyes. "Don't cry!" His thumb rubbed gently on Zayyad's cheeks that had been wet with tears.

The swab was very soft, but to Zayyad it was like being electrocuted. His body stiffened, his eyeballs enlarged and his eyelashes trembled.

"You won't enjoy it if you cry" Alina developed a made-up sweet smile. His hands gently patted Zayyad's head like pampering a big cat.

"Come on! stop crying and enjoy it, okay?"

Zayyad's gaze turned blank. His trembling eyelashes slowly stopped. Her tears just dried up. His previous breath felt heavy and disorganized. Slowly blow quietly and steadily.

Apparitions of adult men who lost their souls, almost like living dolls who live, have a body but lose their taste.

Alina leaned her face closer to Zayyad. Her red lips fell gently on Zayyad's pale, dry purplish brown lips.

His dark memory comes back to haunt him. The scene of the innocent little girl, with her clear black eyes widened in shock. Find the face of an adult man who is very close to his face. Slowly his eyeballs grew bigger, feeling something rough and dry stuck to his lips.

Lowering his gaze, he found his lips in a forced kiss by the adult man in front of him. It was rude and passionate. Clamping her pair of eyebrows, the little girl endured the pain of the harsh torture of the kiss.

The innocent little girl, completely did not understand what the adult man in front of her was playing. She pursed her lips almost like a hungry person and bit her until she bled.

The little girl was only able to cry in pain. Her petite body was helpless against the burly man in front of her. His heart screamed of helplessness. Expecting someone to come to pull her from that terrifying hell.

Alina involuntarily cried. Lowering his gaze down, he met Zayyad's empty gaze. With an outpouring of emotions of sadness, helplessness and hatred at that dark time.

Alina fuses Zayyad's lips with a vengeful passion. It was rude and merciless. Opening his lips, he breathed heavily. Then he resumed his hot kiss which ended in a hard bite.

Alina bit Zayyad's lips long enough. Almost like a starving beast. It was never satisfied and continued. Fresh blood seeped in mediating the hot kiss next to the party.

One was as excited as possessed by a ferocious ghost while the other was like a living puppet without a soul.

Alina pulled her wet, moist red lips mixed with Zayyad's fresh blood. Then slowly the lips came down, down the neck to the surface of the collarbone Zayyad.

Her clean white skin looks shiny with traces of sweat around her charming collarbone. Alina's body stiffened, as the gaze fell on the blue bruises that filled Zayyad's neck and collarbone.

Instantly he regained his senses, like he had just released an evil spirit that possessed his body. Alina was sorry.

His wet brown eyeballs almost seemed to have lost a soul. Slowly his long eyelashes were weakly bowed. His eyelids closed and Zayyad lost consciousness just like that.

Alina fell silent. He would never have expected the fiery turmoil of his hatred to come so fiercely to snatch his soul tonight.

He vented it all to Zayyad who had just suffered enough with the abuse he experienced today.

At night, Zayyad had to suffer the same.

In a state of trembling, Alina was contemplating with her mind. The black side in his heart encouraged him not to regret his actions. Whispering that he should be satisfied because half his grudge against men paid off already.

But the white side in his heart carried a sense of regret. He said he hurt someone he shouldn't have hurt. Wreaking revenge on her own husband who had absolutely nothing to contribute to her bleak dark times.

Alina with the mess, squeezed her head while crying hysterically. The ringing of her tears that spilled mixed with the salty taste of blood on her lips.

Slowly Alina touched her lips with her index finger and saw that there was blood. His hands shook, his heart pounded hard and his body shook.

A while later Alina stood up and rushed to the bathroom.

Turning on the water tap, he cleaned his already wet and sticky face from the tear marks. Sweep her brownish red lips that there are blood stains. Then he lifted his face up to the mirror.

Taking out a tissue, Alina dried her hands. He came out of the bathroom and found Zayyad who was still unconscious.

He slowly approached Zayyad. He held the man's arm over his neck. Alina tried hard to break it.

But the burden of an adult man's body is certainly not easy for the skinny Alina to reach her. After struggling repeatedly, Alina finally managed to straighten her knees and stand up.

With a limp stride from bearing Zayyad's entire body weight, he slowly approached the bed and laid the man there.

Alina rubbed her forehead which was wet from sweat. And his breath was filled with fatigue. Putting himself on the edge of the bed, his gaze fell on Zayyad.

His breath sounded smooth and calm. The man seemed to have fallen asleep. His treatment must have shocked Zayyad a lot.

Not knowing how Alina faced Zayyad tomorrow, would the man be angry with her? Maybe Alina doesn't care about that much.

But what if Zayyad complained about her treatment tonight to Grandma? Biting her lower lip, Alina began to fidget.

Alina again lowered her gaze on Zayyad. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled his slowly trying to remain calm.

He convinced himself that Zayyad would not report anything to Grandma. Didn't they have a deal before?

"I know it's not fair for you to be a victim of my vengeance" Alina looked at Zayyad's sleeping handsome face with an undefined look.

"But it's your fault for choosing to marry me"

Married to him who was a misandrist.

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