Breaking Rules

Some scenes are not suitable for young readers.

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We’ve been in that position for a long time. I was straddling him the entire time we were hugging. Nothing but a loud throbbing in my chest for no apparent reason could I feel or hear. I could feel his gentle caress on my back as well. He was attempting to calm me, but I just couldn’t. I’ll never forget what happened to me earlier.

My face was buried against his neck. And I couldn’t stop thinking.

What if he doesn’t show up? What if what happened to me earlier happened again?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

When I remembered what had happened, I hugged him even tighter. Fear settled in my chest. I kept thinking about what the men almost did to me like a broken vinyl record. Even when I didn’t want to cry, my eyes did, and I knew he noticed. My tears were already smearing his neck, but I wasn’t paying attention. His breathing becomes erratic, raising and lowering his chest along with mine.

“Fuck them, I’m going to kill them! Damn it!” His words are filled with rage. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I couldn’t help but believe him when he said that. From what I’ve seen so far, there’s reason to believe he can pull it off.

That he was capable of killing someone.

He was about to leave when I intervened. I shook my head on his neck several times. I felt like a child pleading with my mother not to leave me. He can’t abandon me here. He can’t abandon me here. I don’t want him to go away. I just want him to be here. I might be able to leave him later, but not right now.

“D-Don’t, j-just s-s-stay h-here, Az-zazel.” My hug became even tighter. I’m worried that something bad will happen again. I’m afraid of being alone again. I could not hold back my tears as I hugged him. My sobs grew louder. How pathetic of me.

My body is shaking in fear. I feel like anytime, I will faint.

“Damn it! Fuck them.”

He hugged me even tighter than he had hugged me before. I almost cringed at the tightness of his hug but instead of complaining, I liked it. I felt him kissing my head while whispering something in a language that was not familiar to me. But then I felt at ease being in his arms. I feel like I won’t be hurt as long as he’s by my side. I bit my lips at that thought. In a few moments, I calmed down. I wiped away my tears and sniffed softly.

As time went on I couldn’t help but notice the way he treated me. It felt so strange feeling him this way. I was so used to him being the cold, harsh, rough, and vulgar Azazel but here he is, acting this way. This is strange but at the same time, comforting.

“Are you okay, Sera?” He whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded my head while my face was still buried on his neck. He’s asking me now if I’m okay.

This is… something… very new.

I take a deep breath and bite my lips. He has a strong, masculine scent. I could smell his perfume. Lacoste. I smiled and hugged him even tighter. What the hell is the matter with me? Shouldn’t I be avoiding him at this point? But why am I on his lap, hugging him tightly? I’m such a phony. I say I’m afraid of him, but here I am not wanting to leave his arms. What a fool. I’m stupid for acting like this.

I looked at him as I moved my gaze away from his neck. I noticed his eyes were fixed on me. In his hawk gray eyes, I see a hint of gentleness and concern. The roughness and coldness in his eyes remained, but the sparkle changed as he looked at me. His jaw clenched.

And, with my nervousness, I struggled to find my voice in my hoarse throat. “A-Azazel, I’m s-sorry,” I said, seeing his brow furrow.

He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it’s extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I’ve known he wasn’t the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

I sighed and told him to do whatever he wanted. He gently caressed my waist, delivering a volt of electricity to my body.

“Baby, I hate your sorry; you made a terrible mistake tonight,” he said, confusing me. I’m not sure what he meant. But it was clear to me that he had rejected my apology. But why?

He shifted his gaze away from me and frowned. And for the first time in a long time, I find myself smiling at him. He didn’t return my smile; instead, he gave me a strange look. His gaze was cold on me, but piercing unusually. When he looked at me, he stared as I was a difficult question to answer. It was as if I were a reader who had been written in foreign letters and words that he couldn’t understand.

And I don’t know what went through my mind as I caressed his parted lips. His features appear tough and dangerous. His entire body and face. I always thought he was a very stubborn man as if everything about was a stone. He appears to be so rough and tough that even diamonds cannot break him. But now, as I feel his soft lips on my fingers, I’m not sure if I’ll continue to believe that everything on him is hard.

His lips are something to behold.

I smiled as I locked my gaze on his lips. I stroked it once more. I raised my eyes to meet his. I was taken aback by how expressive does his eyes gave me today. As he stared at me, the shades of his eyes darkened and became more intense. While staring at him, I took a breath slowly.

“Sera, you need to stop what you’re doing,” he said huskily. I swallowed but did not stop from what I’m doing. I just want to feel his soft lips, really. It was so satisfying to caress that I could feel his lips were even softer than mine. Perhaps I was possessed by someone. I’m not sure. I just couldn’t help but caress his lips.