011 | Chapter Eleven - What exactly happened?
—Dias, what's wrong with you...?
After that day, Xiaoyue didn't remember when she returned to her bedroom. She only knew that when she woke up, her whole body ached and was covered with faint marks.
At this moment, the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by heavy curtains, as if to block out unwanted views and the overly dazzling night view, just to give her a place to rest. A corner lamp illuminated a small area, and Xiaoyue lay on their soft bed. Although she had just woken up, she felt that her eyelids and body were still very tired.
For a moment, they couldn't even tell where they were.
"Ugh..." She tried with all her might to turn over, but her whole body was trembling.
However, these small murmurs and movements were enough to disturb Diaz beside him. He was leaning against the headboard in a dark red bathrobe, glancing at Xiaoyue. The cold light from his phone illuminated his cold features, but instead of his usual fierceness, there was a sense of relaxation, like that of a wild beast after its meal.
"Awake? Are you feeling alright?" His low, husky voice carried a hint of languor as his hand gently rested on her waist, the slightly rough texture slowly rubbing against her supple skin.
"...Master?" She lifted her heavy eyelids, her blue eyes still not fully awake, and spoke in a muffled tone.
Diaz chuckled softly, his cheerful voice echoing in his chest. He put down his phone, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "You only need to call me that in the 'game room'..."
"Now... I'm your husband, Vincent." He said lazily, with an unusually gentle touch, as he placed his lips on her forehead, his every move full of protection and affection.
Diaz looked at the marks on her body, his brown eyes gradually deepening, and a restlessness was building up in his lower abdomen.
It was a symbol of her submission, a token of her willingness to completely surrender herself to him. This realization gave Diaz immense satisfaction, finally giving his ever-doubting heart a harbor to dock in.
Although his methods were indeed a bit harsh, he didn't care. As long as the result achieved his goal, that was the best approach.
The underworld is too deep and too murky... It was only with great difficulty that he managed to ignite the light in this girl's eyes. Those worthless past events had finally begun to fade away. She no longer needed to take risks, nor did she need to do anything for him.
As long as you're healthy, you can have children for him while he's still alive and continue his bloodline.
"Dias..." Xiaoyue's voice was still hoarse. She became as sweet and soft as a little rabbit in his arms, rubbing against his tattooed chest and softly calling his name.
"I'm... fine," she replied, then wrapped her arms around his waist with her hands, which felt as weak as clouds, seemingly more dependent on him than before.
The prosperity and hustle and bustle of the East Coast were kept out by the heavy curtains, not a bit of it could penetrate into the bedroom, giving the two a peaceful tranquility and privacy, and even a sweet, secretly fermenting feeling was spreading between them.
"I didn't expect you to get the hang of it so quickly. You really are a natural little slut, huh?" His tone was no longer that of a stern godfather, but that of a man who had completely let his guard down and been satisfied.
Hearing his words, Xiaoyue shyly stepped into his embrace, but her reddened ears in the dim light betrayed her insignificant shame, and she refused to respond directly to his teasing words.
But such a sincere reaction made Diaz smile with amusement. He gently stroked her skin with his palm, a slow caress that was both comforting and teasing: "It's okay... as long as you still want that feeling."
"Just tell me, 'Honey, I want to play games,' huh?"
Diaz's lips traveled down his forehead, from the corner of his lips, the side of his neck... all the way to his collarbone and shoulders, slowly and deeply sucking, leaving one kiss after another, as if the woman in his arms was not a woman from a brothel, but his only faith and goddess in this life.
Faced with such a gentle kiss, so different from the domineering and controlling "master" he had shown earlier, Xiaoyue was momentarily stunned. But this feeling... warmly nourished the corner of her heart called "love".
Even though the man never said "I love you," she seemed to gradually sense that every little detail he revealed spoke of his special feelings for her.
After such passion, the embrace and kiss at this moment feel all the warmer and sweeter.
It's sweet...it makes you almost forget all your troubles.
"The best thing I've ever done in my life... was to redeem you from that lousy brothel." Diaz's kisses landed on her skin like feathers, finally settling on her swollen but sweet lips.
Xiaoyue was enjoying his kiss when she heard those words. Her clear blue eyes opened slightly as she looked at him.
"You got pregnant with my child... and gave birth to that little Mark." His tone was unusually gentle, and his brown eyes, illuminated by the warm yellow light, painted an extremely warm color. His fingertips gently rubbed her hair, playing with it as they wrapped around his fingers.
"Listen carefully... I'll only say this once."
He looked at Xiaoyue, his expression instantly becoming serious, and even his tone became solemn.
"I'm so happy... that you're my wife."
--thump!
These words shocked her more than lightning had struck her head. Her blue eyes widened instantly, and even her slightly swollen lips parted slightly in shock.
She then realized that when people hear shocking news, they really can hardly believe every word they hear.
However, faced with this reaction, Diaz seemed a little shy. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, released Xiaoyue from his arms, and roughly prepared to get out of bed, not forgetting to add a comment—
"Damn... I must be crazy to say something like that." He sat up with his back to Xiaoyue, but his ears were noticeably red in the dim light.
His bare yet muscular back was covered with tattoos, each one seemingly carrying some meaning, yet at this moment it looked awkward and lonely.
"Get up. I fucked you for a whole day and night yesterday. It's time to get up and eat something." His voice sounded like he was deliberately suppressing his emotions, and he called out in a low voice, sounding somewhat unnatural.
But in Xiaoyue's eyes, all of this was like the sweetest candy in the world, gradually moisturizing and healing the wounds that had once been torn open.
"But... I can't get up right now, I have absolutely no strength." She said softly, her voice full of coquettishness, yet with a hint of mischievousness, as if trying to tease the unusually shy man. "Honey, come and carry me?"
These words were like a thorn, piercing Diaz's reserved back from behind, causing him to visibly tremble slightly.
"Fuck your mother..." he cursed under his breath, raising his strong hand to ruffle his hair, seemingly annoyed.
"I really spoil you rotten..." Diaz turned his head slightly to look at her, and in the dim light, a faint blush could be seen on his cheeks, but his tone was full of doting affection.
Even so, he propped himself up, walked around the foot of the bed to her, his face showing a feigned calm and coldness, which Xiaoyue found incredibly adorable.
"If you keep ordering me around like that, I'll let you have a taste of..."
As he walked towards the bedside on Xiaoyue's side, everything went black for a moment. Gravity seemed to fail instantly, causing him to lose his balance.
"Bang!"
He slammed into the wall with a loud thud, his brow furrowed as he knelt on one knee.
"Di... Diaz!?" Xiaoyue noticed his unusual behavior and immediately sat up in bed, nervously putting her feet on the ground, ready to help him up.
But he stopped her with a single palm strike.
"……fine."
"...I'm fine."
He held his side with one hand, his large palm pressing tightly as if trying to stop something from running rampant inside him. The blush was clearly replaced by a deathly pale face, his tightly furrowed brows piled up like a small mountain, and even his breathing became disordered.
However, in Xiaoyue's eyes, this was not a "nothing" thing to do.
...It's obvious something's wrong!
"You just fainted at the postpartum care center last time, how come you're doing it again now..." She couldn't help but mutter a few words of worry. She remembered that Sain said Diaz's fainting was due to lack of sleep, so what about now?
...Stop asking, you damn woman.
This is not something you should know... You just need to help me continue my bloodline.
But just as she was halfway through her sentence, she was stunned by Diaz's gaze. His sharp brown eyes were like blades piercing her, stopping her from saying anything more.
"I warned you... don't meddle in things you shouldn't." His voice was so low it sounded like the groan of a messenger from hell, devoid of any warmth or pity.
"Unless you fucking want me to drag you to the arcade again, this time it's not just about fucking your asshole open."
His words were like wooden stakes, striking Xiaoyue's heart hard.
He forcefully swallowed the words of concern that were already rising in his throat... as if those shy and sweet moments had been a fleeting illusion.
It wasn't until Diaz regained his balance, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the bathroom with a gloomy face that his voice, which was no longer that lazy and gentle tone, became lower and more depressed.
"Get dressed, go eat, and don't make me fucking say it a third time."
After speaking, he walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
This forceful action not only blocked her from showing concern, but also ruthlessly severed all possibilities of tenderness...
She gently touched the marks left on her body from the restraints, her eyes lowered as she looked towards the bathroom, but silently began to put on her clothes.
Does even showing concern have to be "allowed"?
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