Chapter 115 - (D) BRUTE

Achis would marry her, virgin or not- and as soon as he could, he would make her his wife. But with her plausible reasoning, the idea had been stalled for months now. She could always make an excuse for him to have second thoughts whenever he intended to ask her opinion for their future. 

He wasn't sure if she does this obliviously or deliberately, either way, he had decided, in the future, she will become his wife. Her opinion in this decision wouldn't count. He will have her forcefully or willingly. It also doesn't matter if she was touched before him, he benefits from it anyway. He was the one with her right now, and he could treat her with no restriction. As if she's his wife with no marriage. A shallow commitment with fake love... 

"I said no, stop negotiating with me. You will be coming with me as my betrothal. That's it." He ended the conversation with that, prolonging the argument means she could win her way out. 

"Your--- what again?" Yanarym wrinkled her forehead. She knew that Achis was contemplating whether to marry her or not for quite some time. Scratch that, he was already convinced to marry her to him. But she could always feign it, and make him believe it wasn't time yet. That tactic wouldn't be useful in the future, after all, he could develop resistance to her. Today, he listens, but what about tomorrow? Or next month? Her swordsmanship training was almost over, if he wanted to, he could stall that too. For her not to be able to get back on her father's banwa. 

She could consider the marriage, it wouldn't hurt her to have him as a husband. In fact, she could take another advantage of that marriage. However, marrying him was the least beneficial thing for her to do in completing the tasks. Except for giving him her body, she couldn't offer more than that. A commitment was like a shackle, how can she move swiftly if she's being restrained by marriage?

"My bride," Achis replied nonchalantly, he gaped at her expression as he discussed this matter with her. She looked displeased. He arched his brows in annoyance. 

She doesn't want to label what they are. She doesn't talk about what was between them. She commits herself to him with her fake emotion. She's sweet to him, she's treating him like her lover, she acts like his lover but whenever he starts to talk about them, she changes the topic. This was why he was paranoid to leave her, even for a day. Because she's not entirely his. He doesn't even know if she was really in love with him. No, she doesn't love him at all. She was so great at controlling him that he was being a slave for her with nothing in return.

"Why?" Yanarym asked problematically. 

"Why not?" He replied grimly, he looked at her eyes with a serious expression. "What else can you be to me?" 

"I can be one of your attendants! Why do I have to be your bride?" Yanarym ignores his darkened mood and keeps on contending.

"Because I said so." He said and stood up from leaning to her, if not, he fears that he could not stop himself consuming her in here. As he distanced himself, he saw her distorted expression like she was very annoyed by the idea of having her as his woman. 

"I don't want to be your bride!" She yelled at him, he was astonished by her, astonished in anger. How could she not want him? He could give her anything she wanted, he already proved her- his credibility to give her the glorious life she had. What does he lack? Why can't she give up the thought of going home? 

Achis glared at her but she was not even flinching. How much did he indulge her? She's not even terrified of him. 

Fear... He could use force to own her, he could make her relent by using his authority with her. But he doesn't want her to be afraid of him, he wants her love. 

He laughed at his contradiction. 

"You don't want to? Really?" He said, emphasizing his every word. He then places both of his hands on her thin waist. "Really, huh?" Yanarym's eyes widened when he positioned himself. 

Before she could even escape he started to tickle her. "Stop!" She laughed loudly while kicking the air and striking his hand away but he was unmoved.

"No! HAHAHA! Enough!" She rolled on the hammock and she fell on the ground but she was so cushioned by Achis that she felt no pain. 

She was about to stand up and run away but he embraced her and pinned her to the ground. "Achis, stop!" He sat on her too, he subdues both of her hands using his big hand above her head. While his free hand did its job tormenting her sweetly.

"Make me." He muttered and tickled her more. From her stomach to her underarm, even on her toes. He was attacking everywhere that Yanarym feels that she was in a torture chamber. 

"Hahaha! Enough! You b-brute!" Achis halted, he watched her catch her breath from too much laughing. Her face was flushed red and she was slightly sweating. 

Without letting her hands go, he bowed down and kissed her lips hungrily. "Hmm..." Yanarym who was still lacking oxygen groaned and tried to struggle off to breathe but Achis did not let her. 

"W-wait..." She pleaded when he halted and made a gap between their faces. 

Achis parted his lips as he was breathless himself. No matter how haggard she becomes, her veneer of perfection could always make him hypnotize. He freed her hands to insert both of his hands into her t-shirt. She bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning from his rough treatment on her breasts. 

He pinched her nipples so hard that she cried in pain, "Stop it, you brute!" Yanarym gathered her strength to push his arms away.