Chapter 32 This feeling's foreign

Chapter 32 This feeling's foreign

Travis' p.o.v

Since she stepped out I was unsettled, guilt ridden if I had put Bianca on a leash she wouldn't have attacked her. Having Bianca stay downstairs is a safety mechanism.

She's pregnant. A pregnancy I could bet my life wasn't mine. If I stay with her, she would push the narrative that we are sexually involved.

I wouldn't want that. Getting on her father's nerves was the last thing I would want.

I already have enough enemies.

I waited impatiently for Nyx to return and when I finally saw light in her room, I set out but it was turned off.

Now discovering her drenched and almost freezing to death got my heart constricted. I felt panic within me.

Without thinking,I slid behind her, ignoring the rush of lust in my system. She seems to have been relaxed. That's when I asked.

“Why did you go in the rain?” I said softly, ignoring the way her wet hair clung to my chest.

This isn't the position a normal uncle and a niece should ever be discovered in. But who said we were normal?

For a moment I thought she wouldn't reply until. “I had to come back home.”

“But you could have just waited till the rain stopped. No one would have complained and most especially your health matters.”

She sighed, tears dropped down her eyes and I wiped it off, she seemed to be in pain, like she was fighting demons only she could understand.

“Why are you here?” She asked, sinking further into me, the feeling of her skin, soft and luscious. If her comfort wasn't a priority I would have had another problem with my groin.

Without thinking I said. “I'm here to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Not your fault.” She said,

“Yes it's mine…”

“Why? Because she's your fiancee,” she cut in, her voice held an edge to it. “You want to put her in my good books, everyone's good book.”

A flash of hurt passed through her eyes.

“She's not my fiance…it's complicated.”

“So it's whatever you are pushing between us. You are my uncle. More than a decade older, whatever we did before wasn't meant to happen.”

Here comes this again.

“Ours is different,” I said, trying to make her see reason. It's hard for me as well, her father would have my head if he finds out I'm doing the exact opposite of why I'm here.

“How's it different, because you force desire on me,” she pushed off of me, my eyes dropped to my hoodie around her. Possessiveness clung to me. She's mine. She fits perfectly…

But her words…nah.

“Force?” I repeated, my voice low but edged with disbelief. I shifted on the bed, turning to face her fully, searching those dark eyes that always seemed to pull me under. “How exactly did I force desire on you, Nyx?”

She pushed off me then, sliding away until her back hit the headboard, putting distance between us like it could erase what was already burning in the air. “Unlike you,” she shot back, her tone sharp, defensive, “I respect the fact that we’re related.”

The words hit like a slap, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I rose from the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor as I stood. She followed suit, climbing down the other side, her movements quicker now, like the warmth I’d given her had finally chased away the chill.

She looked better than when I’d first come in cheeks flushed, eyes brighter but that only made the ache in my chest worse.

“Hypocritical of you,” I said, stepping closer, closing the gap she’d tried to create.

My voice dropped, steady but unrelenting. “You want me. You crave me. Hell, you’re even jealous of me of anyone who gets close. And here you are, acting like I’m the delusional one.”

She grew pale, her lips parting as if to deny it, but no words came. I’d caught her red-handed, and we both knew it.

The way she’d reacted to Bianca earlier, the fire in her eyes it wasn’t just anger. It was possession. The same damn thing that clawed at me every time I thought of her with someone else.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. “How about what happened earlier?” I pressed, taking another step until I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin again.

“Nothing happened,” she cut in quickly, too quickly, her voice rising as she crossed her arms over the hoodie my hoodie that swallowed her frame.

“Fine,” I said, conceding with a shrug that felt anything but casual. “Nothing happened. Then how do you explain how I’ve found you more times than I can count wet like a dam had been let loose… for me?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening, cheeks flaming now not from the cold but from the truth I’d just laid bare.

The memories flashed between us unbidden: stolen moments, her body arching under my touch, the way she’d shattered every time like she couldn’t help herself.

“And yet,” I went on, my voice rougher now, “you claim I force desire on you.”

She opened her mouth, ready to fire back, but words failed her. Nothing came out just that stunned silence that said more than any protest could.
Fine. Have it your way.

I leaned in closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head up to hold my gaze. “I want you,” I admitted, the words raw, no filter left. “But the next time I have you, you’ll be the one who presents yourself to me. Begging for it.”

With no remorse, I turned and headed for the door, my hand on the knob before I heard her scoff behind me soft, bitter, like she was trying to convince herself it didn’t affect her.

But it did. I knew it did.

I paused just long enough to let the weight of it settle, then pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway, leaving her there in the dim light, wrapped in my hoodie, drowning in everything we both refused to name.

“I knew it.” A voice I recognized all too well said from behind me, I whipped around so fast.

There stood Bianca, her hand crossed before her, standing at the tiny reflection of a light, just at the top of the stairs.

“I knew you wouldn't give anyone special treatment except you were fucking them.”

My nostril flared in anger, I was in no mood for her bullshit. “I fucked you, you didn't get any.”

Oh God I couldn't even deny that I've fucked Nyx. How pathetic.

Her hand fall to her side, she huff angrily. “I will go down there and wake them all up. I guess you have a suitable answer to give to them when they ask why you are in your niece's room by this time.”

Shit

She made a move to leave but I was before her before I knew it, “Don't you dare.”

A bemused smile curled her cheek and she moved her head back to get a better angle of my face.

“Oh are you scared,”

I grabbed her hand, not hard enough to bruise but she only laughed, low and annoying. She knows I wouldn't hurt her. I don't hurt women.

“Don't tell them Bianca.”

I don't give a shit if they find out or not but Nyx would never forgive me if she knows I had the opportunity to prevent it and I didn't.

“My condition is simple.”

I arched my brow.

“I want you, all of you. Your attention, your body. All you.”

There was silence, she's asking for the i
mpossible.

“Deal?” She asked.

I didn't respond.

Then she made a move to leave again. But I tugged at her hand.

“Deal,”