Silent Flames (Vincent series)

Chapter 45

Ariana's POV.

He dragged me towards his room. I can sense his anger. He was upset because I hid it from him but I had no other choice. I was afraid if I told him things will get messy.

We entered inside and he closed the door behind him.

"Why?" He asked taking steps towards me. I took some steps back.

"Am I not worth knowing what's happening in your life?" I shook my head going back.

I saw him breaking a vase into pieces something he usually does when he's angry. He looked at me and asked again, "Tell me why you lied to me when I asked you where you were?"

He breaks another vase and I shrieked hearing its shattering noise.

I saw his hand was bleeding and he was walking on those broken pieces of vases.

"Ric you're hurting yourself." I cried and reached for his bleeding hand.

"I will." He punched the mirror and my heart sank in my stomach.

I saw the mirror broken and his knuckles started bleeding too.

"Please stop it." I requested trying to hold his bleeding hand but he didn't stop. He broke almost everything in the room and then opened his drawer.

I saw him when he took out a packet and removed a cigarette.
He sat on the chair keeping his one leg over the other.

I looked at him dumbfounded and saw him keeping it between his lips he removed a lighter from his chest pocket and lit it looking at me.

I hissed when I saw him doing that.

"You smoke?" I asked in disbelief.

He inhaled the smoke and then exhaled it slowly.

"When did I tell you that I don't?'" he asked and I bit my lips to stop myself from crying.

The smoke vanished before my eyes.

His knuckles were bleeding along with his palm. His foot was bleeding too.

I tried to remove the glass piece from his foot and he held my hand, "Not your job to do!" He pushed me away and I felt bad.

"Who else's! I'm your wife." I scoffed angrily.

"Wife!" He chuckled.

He inhaled some smoke and then exhaled it slowly into the atmosphere, "You don't even trust me!" He took it again to his lips and I pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it away.

"Stop it!" He pulled me on his lap in a jerk and looked at me for some fine moments. He grabbed my jaw with his bloodied hand and captured my lips.

He kissed my lips with utter possessiveness and desperacy. The way he took my lips between his shows how much he was resisting. His breath tangled with mine and I can smell his minty breath along with smoke in his mouth. He heaved in my mouth sucking my lips a little harder and with need this time.

He stopped and looked at me, "Get out!" I shivered but didn't budge from my place.

"Didn't you hear me properly? Go before I lose my mind." He pinched his nose bridge. I was looking at his dorsum bleeding.

"Your hand..." I stuttered and he glared at me, "Did you think once how would I feel knowing that someone hit my wife and I wasn't there to protect her!" I closed my eyes. I held his bleeding hand but he pulled it to himself.

"Please don't..." I requested but he shook his head.

"I want you to feel how it hurts when something is happening in front of your eyes and you can do nothing except for regretting." My eyelids turned heavy.