All Chapters of Serpentine Desires : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

His dark eyes narrowed, tilting his head slightly, scanning me with that usual calculating gaze. Lord how badly I wanted to poke his eyes out. “What are you doing here?"I froze, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. Think, Sera. Think fast. My mind raced for an excuse, any excuse that could justify my presence in his office. "Oh! Uh, nothing…" I blurted out, awkwardly grabbing the edge of the desk as if steadying myself.The brooding man just narrowed his eyes more into slits until he was blocking the door with his bulky body and crossing his arms across his broad chest. “You have whole apartment to yourself and you found his study to lounge in?”My heart leaped into my throat. I swallowed hard, glancing over the desk and brushing off imaginary dust. "I-I was just… cleaning… he hired me as a maid… old habits die hard…" I gave a sheepish smile, trying to avoid his sharp gaze.I hoped he couldn’t see fear behind my nervousness. If he told Judas, I’d be done for. And I’d have to worry abo

“Master Morozov is waiting for you.”“Thank you.”I nodded at the man as he side-stepped and opened the door. Ivan was beside me, stepping inside the room with me on his back. My hands were clamped with sweat, and my throat felt dry as sand. I shouldn’t be here, but once again, I found myself in a place where I didn’t belong.They say fate has a cruel sense of humor—what you run from often has a way of chasing you down. My father always said, the wolves will find you if you carry the scent of fear.Right now, I reeked of it. But I had no choice.Sometimes the only way out was through, even when the path felt like walking on broken glass.As soon as we entered inside, Lucius was walking towards us wearing his signature smile that was supposed to be warm but it was anything but that. In some way, he reminded me of Judas.That mischievous glint in his eyes, the way he analysed a person. Like he could see right through them.And that scared me more than anything right now.His eyes lit up

“Where were you, little bird?”Clouds rumbled in the skies, dark and heavy. A loud gust of wind whooshed through the open window, and I staggered back. I didn’t know if it was the force of the wind or the weight of his gaze that knocked the breath out of me.I tried to move. Run, my mind screamed, but my legs refused to obey. Every muscle locked in place, as if bound by invisible chains. His eyes—those pale blue, soulless eyes—pinned me to the spot. He wasn’t just dangerous; he was death wrapped in human skin.My heart hammered in my chest. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with his presence. His hair was tousled, his clothes wrinkled and damp from the storm outside. He didn’t wear a coat or jacket, despite the biting cold. He didn’t even seem to care.I swallowed hard, trying to find words, but my mouth was dry. Say something. “I-I was… I was just… outside.”His expression darkened, and my stomach twisted into knots.“With whose permission?”I opened my mouth to speak again

The belt came down again.And I cried out. Again. I didn’t know how long or how many strikes it had been.Only thing I could focus on was his belt and my screams.Tears spilled from my eyes as my body convulsed under the force of the blow. Despite the desperate will to stay strong, I felt the words slipping out. A plea. Weak. I hated myself for it, but it was as though he was forcing it out of me. He liked this—loved the sound of my voice breaking, of my heart crumbling under his hands.My vision blurred, darkness pressing in at the edges, and I silently prayed for unconsciousness. But it never came. Instead, I was flipped onto my back, my body trembling against the cold sheets. He hovered over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his pale blue eyes piercing into mine. One hand moved to my jaw, his fingers gripping hard.“Will you disobey me again?” Low and deep voice blocked my senses.Tears spilled down my temples, hot against my skin. My chest heaved with ragged breaths.

I always hated mornings.Even when I was a four-year-old—naive and curious little boy.Waking up to the same damn world that never understood shit about me. The sunlight? It felt like a fucking burning light, burning through my skin, exposing every twisted thought I tried to keep hidden. Other kids—those little morons—laughing and running around like life was a goddamn fairy tale.I watched them from the shadows, always disgusted and bothered by something I couldn’t understand.I wasn’t like them. Never was. Never would be.They were the worst. That’s when I had to play nice. Smile, nod, pretend to give a shit about their useless lives. It made me sick. Every fake grin felt like swallowing small shards of glass.Even my teacher had to call my parents to the school just because I smashed open a fool’s head cause he made fun of my sister’s ponytails.I mean she did looked a bit funny with those green clips but the point was, no one mess with Romanovskis.The point was—I hated mornings.