I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 489

It was just like in our past life when he had first discovered sex. A simple kiss would arouse him, and he would carry me to bed, unable to get enough. In that life, I was obedient and submissive, letting him take what he wanted, kissing him back with effort.

In this life, I pounded his chest and dug my nails into his waist, but I couldn't push him away. As he grew more intense, tears started streaming down my face.

The salty taste of my tears on our lips made Steven freeze. He opened his eyes and saw my face, red and tear-streaked. A sharp pain stabbed at his heart, and his handsome face tensed. “Why are you crying?”

My nose was red, and tears fell silently as I looked at him with a mixture of grief and resentment.

“Steven, you’re a monster!”

Steven’s rough thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. “Yes, I am.”

My tears fell harder. “You’ve locked me in here. I can’t get my phone, I don’t know my competition results, and I can’t contact anyone. You won’t let me see Horace or Rachel. You won’t let me talk to my professor or my family. Do you have any idea how worried they must be? Why are you doing this to me?”

Steven frowned.

“You’re forcing me to be your plaything, to kiss you and sleep with you, with no right to refuse. Even when I fight back, it’s useless. I have to just let you do whatever you want. Even an escort has it better than this! At least they get paid, they have a price. I get nothing but bullied by you.”

I had started out acting, but the more I spoke, the more a genuine sense of sorrow washed over me. My connection with Steven was long broken. The first time was out of necessity, to save Horace’s leg. But last night? What right did he have? I had never given him permission!

Why did he always burden me with this endless guilt? How could I ever face Horace? A wave of hatred, which I struggled to suppress, rose within me.

“And tomorrow, you’re even planning to drag me to Ixia. Did I agree to that? You keep saying you’re taking care of me, that you love me, but you’re just treating me like livestock to be slaughtered at your will. You’re destroying all the connections and friendships I’ve worked so hard to build. Why don’t you just destroy me first?”

My accusations turned Steven’s face dark and stormy. He looked furious, his anger ignited by my words, but he managed to suppress it.

“You’ve been so disobedient that my methods have become a bit extreme,” he said, his brow furrowing with irritation at the sight of my tears. “Stop crying. What do you want?”

Still crying, I answered firmly, “I want my freedom.”

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