His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

114 iv. Broken

“Hey, baby,” she was awoken by a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Were you waiting for me?” she didn’t even realize that she fell asleep on the sofa.

She smiled like her heart has not been torn apart, “You’re here.”

“Of course I am,” he felt guilt rack through him. Did she think he won’t be coming home to her? Did he give her any reason to doubt his love and loyalty to her?

She tried not to cry, and instead sat up, “Rest for a bit, I’ll reheat the food.”

Hearing her, and seeing her trying hard not to cry, he gripped her shoulders and lifted her chin, “Stay here for a bit. I missed you so much.

She closed her eyes as he lowered his head to hers, their lips intertwining in a fiery dance. Her tears cascaded down her cheeks as their lips separated to catch their breath.

“Why are you crying, honey?” he felt his nerves jump seeing her like that, she looked defeated, broken.

“What’s wrong? Please tell me,” he rubbed her cheeks, something must be bothering her.

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“Nothing,” she took his hands and kissed the back of them.

“Tell me, please tell me, my queen,” he begged her, leaning close to her as he studied her.

“It must be the weather. I think I felt lonely because of how cold it has gotten,” she stood up and went to the kitchen counter, opening the stove as she reheat his food.

He studied her as she go about the kitchen preparing his meal. He felt an unusual tightening of his chest looking at her serve him.

Why was she so sad? The cheery woman who always greeted him enthusiastically suddenly lost all her joy.

He walked towards her and embraced her from behind. Their forms cast their shadow in the dark, the monstrous alpha and his frail human love.

He kissed her hair and nuzzled into her neck, “Please, tell me what’s wrong. I’ll make it right. Whatever it is you need for me to do.”

She froze, she didn’t want him to worry. She didn’t want him to feel her sadness. Didn’t want him to know how affected she was.

“What are you saying? I’m just fine. Go grab a seat and let me serve the food while it’s hot,” she castigated him, trying her best to smile.

He gave them a bit of distance but continued to loom over her. He tucked the loose strands under her ear and kissed her forehead.

“Why aren’t you telling me the truth? Why don’t you tell me what the problem is? Am I that untrustworthy? You think you can’t trust me to understand how you feel?” his voice was low but deep, each word was like a nail being hammered down his chest.

She bit her lower lip, the argument will just worsen if she told him how she feels. He would feel indignant that the thought even crossed her mind.

He will turn the tables against her and she will be the one who will feel guilty instead. Plus, it doesn’t solve anything.

Her worries and fears will always resurface. Their situation is far from ideal. She took a bowl and filled it up with rice.

She took another and filled it with beef stew in peanut sauce, it’s a dish she learned from grandma when she was a child. It is one of the things she is grateful to her for, no matter their current circumstances.

She wanted to learn all his favorite dishes even when she was then just a child. She loved seeing him smile when he eats the food she prepared. Just thinking he was smiling because of the food she made already made her happy.

She handed him the platters of food which he carried in a tray. She took some spoons and forks and some serving cutleries and followed him to the dining table.

She placed food on his plate and watched him eat as his eyes lit up. At times like this, she was reminded of the little child who would do the same and thank his noona for a wonderful meal.

She wondered if it would have been better to have kept their relationship like that, never crossing the line between an adoptive older sister and a younger brother. She wondered if it would have been possible at all.

When he pulled her close and claimed her lips, she knew the answer. He opened her lips with his tongue that thrust forward inside her mouth.

As he explored her more, her moans filled the silent space between them. The only time they separated was when she already felt it hard to breathe.

No, the answer is simple and true. It would not have been possible to keep it innocent between them. They were always meant to cross the line.

He was hers and she was his. From the very beginning and until the very end. She clung to his shoulders as their lips met hungrily again.

“I love you, noona. I love you so much,” his voice was serious as he kissed her hands over and over.

Do you really? Or do you see me now as an elderly lady whom you need to take care of? Do you come here to visit me out of duty or perhaps pity? She wanted to ask him all these things but she kept silent.

She didn’t want to break the illusion. What if she broke it and there’s nothing left for her to hold on to? Even now this silly illusion is all she has.

“I love you too, Dom,” she whispered, making him smile as he kissed her lips once again.

He carried her back to the kitchen counter and hurriedly removed his pants, lifting her skirt as she slides off her panty voluntarily.

“They are new, I’ll rather not get them ripped off,” she justified, blushing as she said the words.

He chuckled and unbuttoned her blouse, she didn’t bother wearing a bra since it will be just the two of them. He cupped her boobs in his hands and began to squeeze them like tiny balls.

She turned red as he bounced them and squeezed them. “You like this, honey?”

She couldn’t say it of course, which pissed him off, and decided to lay her back on the counter as he suckled on her nipples. The way his tongue swirled around her nub and his teeth tugged on them made her feel her juices flow freely down her thighs.

“This is all so embarrassing,” she pointed out.

“Noona, we have been doing this for years and you still get embarrassed so easily. Tell me how I will ever think of you as an adult,” he chuckled, his hard dick grazing her entrance as she winced.

“It has already gotten so big just from looking at your beautiful face making all those silly expressions,” he inched a bit of his cock inside, making her whimper.

“How are you still so tight for me, queenie? I have been railing you daily, filling you up so nicely,” he whispered, his mad words adding fire to her skin.

“Please,” she begged him when he inched just a bit more and began to pull in and out of her.

“What is it, honey? Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he pinched her nipples.

Her back arched as she clung to him, “Please I want it all in,” her lips trembled from her need.

“Alright sweetie, all in,” she moaned loudly as he slammed all of his length inside of her, her mouth gasping as his thick cock invaded her walls.

“So tight, so fucking tight,” he muttered, praising her as he gyrated his hips to hers.

She closed her eyes as she clung tighter to him. It is true she lives for these moments. Stolen and yet exhilarating. Fleeting and yet beautiful.

No one can judge her, no one knows how she feels. She moaned loudly as he thrust in and out of her, the rocking movements making her feel so fucked out all she could do is stare at the ceiling.

All she could do is be aware of how good he made her feel. His hips continued their rocking motion as her body trembled under him, her walls tightening even more around his cock.

“Dominus...” she whispered, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as her body arched involuntarily.

Her body convulsed as he poured his seeds inside of her. His warm essence seeped deep inside of her as she moaned.

He kissed her forehead over and over as he stared into her blank eyes, still fixed on the ceiling as her body trembled.

“I love you, my queen. I know you still doubt that. I know in this lifetime you have a right to doubt that. I have hurt you in ways I never would have thought I will,” he nuzzled into her neck.

“I am desperate for your warmth, desperate to prove to you how much I love you. Please learn to trust me a bit. It hurts so damned much knowing you don’t,” he kissed her neck and sucked on her pale skin.

“You are my love, my queen... you are everything to me,” he continued.

“I won’t stop professing my love for you until you start believing it. I can still turn my back on all of this. The offer always stands, it always will be available to you. Just tell me to leave it all behind, and I will,” he whispered desperately in her ear.

He knew his words don’t register to her when she is in her subspace, she doesn’t understand a thing he just said. But he didn’t care, he needed to tell her at this instance or his heart will burst from longing.

“I love you, and I need you more than anything in the world. There is no one else, there can be no one else for me,” he felt bile rose through his tongue as he realized no matter how much he said it she still won’t believe him.

It has been years of him constantly proving to her his loyalty, years of doing all her bidding without any second thoughts.

If she asks even for the most impossible thing from him then he will do it, as long as it is what she wanted. As long as she stayed.

That was the deal between them, so why is she being unfair and locking him out of her mind again? Even now, why can’t she trust him a bit with what was in her mind?

It scares him to think about what ideas were being formed inside her head. He was tired of chasing after her. He was afraid he might not be able to catch up to her fast enough.

He tightened his hold on her as he sobbed into her shoulders. He realized, he was the broken one.

He laughed and sobbed as he held her tightly, not caring if her skin will be bruised from the pressure, he barely kept her bones from crushing.

He couldn’t stop himself, the fear and anger that ate him nearly made him snap. He would rather kill them both than lose her. He loved her that much.