Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 649

Steven only turned the shower on and carried me for a rinse after fooling around for over an hour in the bathroom.

I thought he was finally letting me off. I never expected his stamina to be more than what an ordinary person could imagine.

"We still have to pick Xan and Ashton up. Can't you be more reliable as a father-ah!" I was tossed onto the bed. Just as I was about to sneak away, he caught my ankle and dragged me back.

Steven was habitually quiet in bed. He believed in talking less and doing more.

I said, 'Let's talk it out, Steven. My waist and the rest of my body hurt-hey!'

My words couldn't even reach him. I knew I would be completely drained if he were to lock me at home.

"Your stamina is weak, Stephie. Steven was now half-jokingly complaining about my weak stamina.

I glared at him angrily. The comers of his eyes were red, as if he was the one aggrieved. 'I can't bear to exert more force on you, Stephie."

I was speechless. I was almost dizzy from his forceful movements.

"I'm about to fall apart, bro-'I slumped on the bed listlessly.

Steven leaned over and linked our fingers. 'I like you so much, Stephie. I like staying by your side. I want to stay with you forever. That's the only way I can feel that you're mine."

"You lunatic!" I cursed, gritting my teeth. He indeed was a lunatic.

"Stephie." Steven was calling my name.

I always felt a deep resonance whenever he called my name. It always brought a sense of sadness for some

reason

"I don't want to be a passerby in your life, Stephie," he said hoarsely, but I had no energy to listen to what he was trying to say.

Suddenly, Steven bit down on me at the back of my neck, making me scream. It wasn't a playful bite between a couple in love; it was a forceful one.

Pain shot through my spine to my tailbone and brain at that moment. I was instantly jolted awake from his bite.

I endured the pain and reached over to wipe the back of my neck. I was certainly bleeding from the bite. Furious, I tried pushing Steven away, but I couldn't. He was hugging me tightly while apologizing softly. "What the hell is wrong with you, Steven?" I scolded him angrily.

He gently kissed my neck and licked my wound. My breathing quickened from my anger. It took me a while to elevate the pain.

What was wrong with Steven again now? Was he trying to leave a mark everywhere like some mad dog?

He had to forcefully end whatever that went on afterward. I refused to talk to him out of annoyance.

Steven also knew that he was at fault and started his pitiful act again. He always used this on me.

Whenever I got angry, I couldn't help but feel that I had spoiled him too much.

Steven took a towel to wipe my body. He then crouched by the bed pitifully, wanting to talk to me. I turned my back on him and ignored him.

My neck hurt from where he bit me.

His fingers gently touched my neck, as if he was checking out where he bit me.

"That's a bite from me, Stephie," Steven mumbled, carefully touching it. 'I have to leave a mark to show that I

was here."

I turned back to look at him. At that moment, I did not think much of it and assumed that he was just insecure as always. Steven had always been an insecure person since he was young, thinking that he shouldn't have existed.

That was until he met me.