Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 275: Who is your man?

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Esme grew quiet when she heard those words but Aleister had different thoughts running amok in his head.

Truth be told, both Esme and him knew that Jeremiah was up to no good. The moment she revealed that she had to keep pretending and had to go on with the marriage for the sake of his uncle, he joined the dots and knew that all of it had something to do with Jeremiah.

But despite their tacit agreement, he could not control the beast in his heart when she pushed him away the moment Jeremiah knocked on her door earlier. She was his. Entirely.

If she had to pretend to be someone’s fiancée, it had to be him.

If she had to marry someone for real, it had to be him.

Aleister was just that greedy when it came to Esme. It did not matter whether it was real or a pretense with Esme, he wanted all that to belong to him.

So, to irk her just like she irked him, he ended up saying he would not meet her when she came to the library in the evening.

But then, it irked him, even more, to think that she might be upset.

In the end, here he was, comforting the woman in his arms and feeling like he was an unreasonable child who was obsessed with Esme and would forget to breathe without her.

Unaware of his thoughts, Esme was thinking about something else, ’’The past year, Luciana kept meeting Cardan in secret and she thought that he had ulterior motives. But... he was here because of you?" she glanced at him.

Aleister nodded. He had not asked Cardan to be here for him but he was grateful for that. Or else, he might have died while being worried sick about Esme, ’’I was unconscious for months and he was here at that time to be certain that they are not making you suffer here,’’ Cardan would never admit that. He only said that he was here out of boredom but the man could be quite soft-hearted when he wanted to, ’’When I woke up, he had pretended like he did not know whether you were alive or dead,’’ In the end, that man said that he pitied him so he would reluctantly be a messenger.

Esme blinked, ’’So... Cardan... is he good to you?"

’’Brother-in-law,’’ Aleister said coldly.

Esme was speechless. She felt like this was a cycle. She asked Luciana to address Aleister as brother-in-law, and now he was asking her to do the same to Cardan.

She was not shameless enough to address that man as brother-in-law so soon. Their previous encounters had always left her wishing he was dead. And she did not even know if he was reliable.

From how he treated Aleister and Luciana, he did not seem that bad. But then again, these two people always seemed to have weaknesses for the people they loved.

So, Esme decided to be the rational one and keep an eye on Cardan. Who knows if Aleister and Luciana were bewitched by that devil? As alluring as he was and as sweet as his words might be, he was Marilyn’s son. If Marilyn was placed on one side of the scale, while Aleister and Luciana were on the other, then who would weigh more for Cardan?

’’Stop overthinking,’’ Aleister sighed as if he could read her mind.

Esme cleared her throat, ’’Is he good to you?"

’’Just as good as I am to him,’’ They have bottom lines. Cardan never talks about his mother, what she did to him, for him, or whatever she made him do and Aleister never intentionally brings it up.

The rest is good between them unless one chooses violence first.

Esme’s lips twitched, ’’There was a time when he talked about taking me as his possession...’’ she tested the waters.

Aleister’s gaze darkened, ’’Try him again. If he dares, then I will present you with his limbs.’’

Esme was speechless but she was relieved too. It seems like the brothers were going stronger than when they first met a year ago.

Even though she did not know the reason why Cardan was so adamant about her back then, but she could say that it was not out of some special feelings. He wanted her like a thing to be possessed and she wondered if it had anything to do with his mother.

Now, they met in heaven when she had yet to recover her memories and even in the crystal castle, but she did not feel that craze in his gaze. He only had Luciana in his eyes.

Unlike the way he used to look at Esme like he wanted to possess her, he glanced at Luciana like he was possessed by her. It was far more dangerous and intense. Esme remembered the rumors she heard in the heavens about Cardan not having any woman or any mistress in the past year. Was it not the time when he first met Luciana? To have such control over him, to make that devil remain celibate...

And sometimes, it made Esme wonder whether or not it was a good thing for her friend.

While she was lost in her thoughts, her gown was lifted and cold air grazed her skin, prepping it with gooseflesh.

’’Al...’’ she glared at him even though her eyes went hazy when she felt his hardness near her inner thighs, ’’What are you doing? We are in the library....’’ Anyone can come at any moment and for whatever strange reason, it made her heart race even faster.

Aleister pushed her against one of the sturdy bookshelves as his strong palm ripped all her sheer inner clothes that obstructed them. He clutched them in his palm while rubbing the tip of his hardened length at her entrance, ’’You don’t think about other men when you are with me, understand? Not even about my own brother,’’ he said in that dangerous tone of his.

Playing with fire had never been a preference until she met him, ’’Possessive much? I cannot control my mind. This is the kingdom of mers and men here... one is prettier than the other. Someone has an alluring body, someone has a deep voice, someone has pretty eyes and—’’

Her words were interrupted and a loud gasp escaped her mouth when he thrust inside her, taking her in a viciously delectable movement, ’’Look at me, Esme.’’

The way he called her name, his voice bordering on the edge of a growl made her clench around him. Her face was in a mix of pain and pleasure as she opened her eyes to look at him.

’’It’s my eyes you will look at when you wake up, it’s my voice you will wake up to and it’s my body you will be writhing under right now and from every moment that comes after this. So, tell me Princess, who is your man?"

Another thrust.

Harder.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she clung to him. Pleasure ripped through her chest.

But just as she felt like she was about to explode, his movements slowed, his body moved with laziness, torturing her terribly.

’’Al....’’ Esme gasped when he pound inside her with another rough thrust the moment she called him but then, he slowed down again.

And then she understood it. This was his way of punishing her.

She dug her nails into his neck as she glared at him begrudgingly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He hissed and she felt him growing bigger inside her as if it was even possible.