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CHAPTER 18

"And doesn't thinking like that make you feel insignificant?" he questions, intrigued.

"Why should it? It's like playing with the sand at the beach, grain by grain, building a sandcastle. Each small moment, each discovery, no matter how tiny, is a little grain that contributes to the greatness of our existence. And the library is a window to this vast universe of knowledge and significance," I explain with a smile.

Our gazes meet in a moment of complicity, and I realize that the conversation transcends words. Being there, in that moment, sharing thoughts and worldviews, makes things a little lighter.

POV: ADAM

"I admit she was a wise woman," I said, "Davina always displayed and made clear her bitterness."

"But I see she still has light," I continue, "she sees different and beautiful things in a world so full of heaviness and cruelty to which even she was subjected."

"It's getting late, let's go inside," I suggest, leading her indoors.

"I had the maids put your things in the closet," I inform her, "if you need anything, let Barbara know, and she will arrange it; she's the housekeeper!"

She nods, goes to the closet, picks up some things, and heads to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I hear the shower turning on; I think it's the perfect opportunity to pick up where we left off before.

When I try to open the bathroom door, I notice it's locked. "What does she think she's doing?" I wonder.

I attempt to open the bathroom door, but it's locked! "How dare she?" I feel even more infuriated.

"This gets on my nerves... she's my wife, my woman is MINE!" I think, frustrated. "She shouldn't lock the door..."

I decide to kick the door, breaking it to get in. She looks at me calmly, which angers me even more.

"Can I help you?" she says, with a teasing smile on her face.

"Why did you lock the door?" I ask, trying to control my anger.

"Why did it bother you? Are locked doors one of your rules?" she replies firmly.

I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I'm the one asking the questions here," I reprimand.

She smiles provocatively, which unsettles me even more. "Damn her," I think, despite admiring her beautiful smile.

She turns off the shower and walks towards me completely naked, never taking her eyes off mine.

"You seem stressed, did I do something wrong?" she taunts.

"Besides testing my patience?" I reply sarcastically.

"No, sir, your boundaries!" she retorts, challenging me.

"That's not how we agreed, and we didn't talk about you calling me Adam or husband?" I question, trying to regain control of the situation.

"We're not intimate, sir. I know my place!" she responds, distancing herself from me.

Then I realize she's irritated by what I said. She comes close again, I feel her scent enveloping me, and I can't help but look down, following the drop of water running down her beautiful body... And what a body!

I move closer, feeling the warmth of her skin, her gentle breath, and her goosebumps. Her breasts are standing pert, round with erect nipples... A true temptation!

I raise my hand to caress her, she just looks at me, reaches out, takes the towel behind me, and wraps herself in it.

"Mr. Adam, the bathroom is all yours," she says coldly, stepping away.

Here's the translation of the text:

"What?" - I inquire, questioning her suggestion.

"Feel free to use..."

I clench my fists, irritated by her manner!

"It wasn't the bathroom you wanted..."

"Oh, no, sir?"

She stops at the bathroom door, looking at me daringly.

"Then what would it be?"

With a long stride, I close the distance between us and grab her neck with a gentle but firm grip, not hurting her.

"Don't you think you're playing too many games? I'm not very patient with this."

"And I, sir, am not an object to be used and abused as you please!"

She takes a deep breath and gazes deeply into my eyes.

"I've been subjected and used in various ways, but this... I refuse!"

"We are married, Davina, we will use each other. It's mutual, it will happen eventually!"

"Feel free to try to force it..."

"Is that what you want, Davina?"

"What?"

"For me to show you the monster I am?"

I tighten my grip a bit more on her neck. Davina shows no reaction, though I notice her difficulty in breathing.

"Davina, let's make one thing very clear, which I believe you haven't understood: you are here solely to serve me. Don't think I'll fall in love or that we'll live as a beautiful, happy couple, that will never happen! I won't force you into bed, but don't test my limits, or you'll be punished and go through a hell you've never dreamed of."

I release her neck as it was starting to turn purple. She pushes me angrily, but before she leaves, I pull her hair, making her return to me.

"Never turn your back on me again. Do you understand?"

She remains silent.

"ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!"

"Yes, sir."

Then I let her go, her towel falls to the floor, leaving her body exposed once again. She walks naked to the sink, tempting me with that beautiful sight, puts on some lingerie.

"Well, Adam, if I'm giving my life to you, it's only fair that you recognize me as a partner. I can go beyond the bedroom; I can help you with your plans, the mafia, whatever you want, as long as you get to know me and acknowledge me!"

I ponder for a moment.

"I don't trust you!"

"Have you stopped to think if I trust you? I don't know what to expect..."

She looks at my neck, but shows no surprise or disappointment; in fact, her words and look are filled with pure hatred!

I pull her close and press my forehead against hers.

"We are married enemies sleeping together. Why do you want to complicate things?"

"I don't want to, but I'm not like the whores you've slept with. I refuse to be used as a mattress!"

"And our game? It was getting fun!"

"Mr. Adam, it can be so much more."

I let her go, returning to the room, quite uneasy...

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