Chapter 94 Teach Me How To Love You.

Chapter 94 Teach Me How To Love You.


Chapter 94.

Bunny’s POV.

My pussy dripped now, my stomach tightening with a sudden, intense heat as his tongue slipped deeper into my mouth.

Bastard! He always has a calculated way of making me completely melt.

Just one single kiss from him, and my pussy wasn’t just dripping anymore. It was tightening with a tantalizing ache that demanded the deep, rough thrusts of his thick cock. The sheer passion of the moment was taking over my logic.

With all the leftover courage I could muster now, I placed my hand flat against his chest, intending to push him away before I lost myself completely. But before I could even attempt to push his body, Xavier moved gently on his own, breaking the rough kiss.

Our bodies stilled completely in the middle of the bedroom, and I just remained frozen on the spot, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Xavier reached for one of my small hands now, lifting it from his chest. He took it gently into his own massive palms, holding it like it was something incredibly precious.

“Teach me how to love you, Bunny,” he said softly, his voice calm, firm, and filled with a promising gravity that echoed in the quiet room. “Teach me how to be the exact man who loves you the way you deserve.”

I exhaled a long, heavy sigh now, staring gently up into his face.

“It’s not that easy, Xavier,” I whispered, my heart aching. “You can’t just fix years of trauma with a sentence. You actually have to want it.”

“But I do want it!” he countered, his voice rising slightly with deep emotion. “Isn’t it fucking obvious to you by now that I want it? I want you. I want to love you. I want to love you right, and I want you to love me right back.”

“And what if I don’t?” I asked, challenging him. I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to love him back….I was already halfway there...but I needed to know how far his dark side went.

Xavier’s expression changed gently at my question. The calm look in his eyes suddenly vanished, transforming into a deep, intense shade of red that looked completely predatory.

“Then I will make you want it,” he stated coldly, his grip on my fingers tightening. “I will love you so damn hard until all you can do is want it. You won’t have a choice.”

I went completely still now, staring at him with fresh tears burning in my eyes.

I was so incredibly angry at him. I was angry that he came from a dangerous mafia family. I was angry that he had secretly loved me all these years, yet never made a single open attempt to come close to me or talk to me normally. I was angry that his secret admiration had twisted into an obsession he can’t even handle anymore. But most of all? I was angry that I was absolutely loving it, and I couldn’t even force myself to let go.

I know it is completely weird. But why should anyone find it weird? Isn’t this exactly how two broken, damaged people fall in love? They trauma-dump all their pain onto each other and love-bomb each other until they can’t see straight. They allow their shared history of pain to completely decide how their hearts move.

This wasn’t an excuse to love him or want him, though. The truth was, I had always wanted him. At least from the very moment our forbidden situationship started in his bedroom. But day by fucking day, the feeling had grown stronger, yet never did I try to believe that a man like him would love me back. I only thought that all his intense care and protection were just a result of how pitiful I was to him.

Poor, lucky me. To be loved by the most dangerous guy in the entire city. It felt just as terrifying as it was deeply fulfilling.

I moved my small hand to grab his free hand now, bringing it closer to the hand that was already holding mine, locking our fingers together on the cold tile floor.

“Love me however you know how to,” I said softly, staring straight up at him with tears streaming down my face.

Xavier’s lips curled up at the corners, and he let out a soft, disbelieving chuckle, as if he couldn’t believe I was actually surrendering to him.

“Is that a yes, Bunny?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly. “Is that you accepting that you would be my girlfriend?”

A soft, happy, and genuinely bright smile formed at the corner of my lips for the first time all night. I whispered gently in a teasing tone I didn’t think he would recognize.

“But you haven’t actually asked me,” I said.

Xavier smiled, the dark expression on his face completely evaporating as he cupped my cheeks gently in his large palms.

“Be my girlfriend, Bum Bum. Be mine,” he said, his tone commanding.

I scoffed inwardly at his phrasing. Proud, arrogant boy. He wouldn’t even ask me a normal question, like whether I wanted to be his girlfriend. He just went straight to the point and gave an order. He was so incredibly demanding, even when he was trying to be romantic.

Regardless of his arrogance, I smiled now and nodded gently against his hands, accepting his claim.

With a sudden brightness and relief in his dark eyes, Xavier leaned down quickly and sealed the new relationship with a deep kiss.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he brushed his rough thumb against my wet lower lip, looking directly into my eyes with a soft expression.

“Let’s get you changed, girlfriend,” he murmured.

I stared down at my tattered, torn clothes and my scraped knees, and I let out a small, embarrassed chuckle. I looked like a total mess.

Xavier moved now with a sudden purpose. He slid his strong arms under my back and thighs, carrying me in a tight bridal style before walking me straight toward the bathroom. As he looked down at me, I could see the thick lust and burning hunger in his eyes, promising exactly what was going to happen once the door closed.