Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 76: Can’t Handle It

Chapter 76: Can’t Handle It

*WARNING*

This Chapter contains mature content. Please skip this Chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.

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Mira sat back down, her smile weak and painful. She felt utterly alone. Zamian had told her to ask him anything, but every time she tried, he responded with those infuriating words: "Pass." Now, she was seething with annoyance, and there he was, as calm and collected as ever.

She turned her gaze to the waterfall, the sound cascading down the rocks, hoping it would ease her frayed nerves. The rhythmic splash of water seemed inviting, a contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her.

"Any more questions?" Zamian asked, his tone Serious.

He couldn’t be serious, could he? Mira thought, narrowing her eyes at him, which were now cold and icy. With a heavy sigh, she stood up, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. She walked toward the waterfall, hoping to find a moment of peace, a refuge from the chaos of her thoughts.

"Mira," she heard Zamian call after her, his voice slicing through the serene atmosphere.

"What?" she snapped, turning to face him. She refused to break down; she wasn’t a child who cried over every little thing.

His eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face as he took in the fierce expression etched on hers. He stood up and reached for her hands, gripping them firmly before she could walk away.

"I can’t—"

Before he could finish, Mira cut him off. "It’s fine! You can’t tell me you don’t trust me. We’re in a contract marriage, and we will soon divorce. Bla, bla, bla." With each word, she rolled her eyes, deepening her voice in an exaggerated imitation of him. Then, with a sudden jerk, she pulled her hands away from his grasp, a rush of defiance surging through her.

Zamian was caught off guard by her behavior. "It’s not that I don’t trust you..."

"Please, enough with the lies! We both know the truth!" Mira interrupted, her voice rising as she began to walk toward the small river area, hoping the cool water would wash away the pain and frustration swirling inside her. The wind blew through her hair as she approached the water, its gentle caress momentarily soothing her.

But just as she was about to step into the river, Zamian swept her up, carrying her—not in a bridal style but like a sack over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" Mira kicked and squirmed like an annoyed child, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Behave," Zamian said firmly, his grip unwavering.

"No, let me go—" A gasp escaped her lips when she felt Zamian slap her behind, the unexpected gesture igniting her indignation.

Mira’s eyes widened in shock, her mind racing as she processed what had just happened. "You did not just spank me!" she exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and fury coloring her tone.

Zamian chuckled, the sound deep and rich, as he began to walk toward the river. "It’s just a little encouragement to behave."

"Encouragement?" she scoffed, trying to sound defiant even as her heart raced. "You think treating me like a child will make me act any differently?"

"Maybe it will," he replied, his voice steady. Finally, he set her down at the riverbank, standing over her with arms crossed, a teasing glint dancing in his eyes.

Mira huffed, brushing her hair back as she glared up at him. "You’re impossible, Zamian! Can’t you see I’m trying to find some peace here?"

The air between them crackled with tension, and Zamian’s demeanor shifted. "The truth is, I despise you!" Mira shouted, her voice echoing off the surrounding trees.

Zamian stilled for a moment, surprise flickering across his face before a smirk tugged at his lips. "That’s a lie."

"You—" Mira pointed an accusing finger at him, her glare fierce. "You screamed my name last night! I’m surprised your voice is still intact."

Mira’s eyes widened as her cheeks flushed deeply. Why was he bringing that up now?

"Have some dignity!" she snapped, hoping to somehow make him stop. Why was he so shameless?

"But we both lost ours last night," he said smoothly, stepping closer, his confidence palpable. "Seems you’ve found yours, but I’m still searching for mine."

"What are you even saying?" Mira exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper as she fought to regain her composure. She opened her mouth, but no words came out, leaving her feeling vulnerable in front of him.

Zamian chuckled softly, his gaze locked on hers, piercing and unyielding. "You know exactly what I mean. It’s okay to admit that things got a little out of hand. It happens."

"The reason why I can’t tell you anything is because you can’t handle it," Zamian said, his tone serious.

Mira stared at him, her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. "I’m not a child! Stop treating me like one!"

"I’m aware of that," he replied, a hint of challenge in his voice. "But last night, you proved me wrong."

Mira’s heart raced as Zamian spoke, his voice deep and inviting. He walked toward her, his presence overwhelming, and sat down, gently pulling her onto his lap. His hands trailed around her waist, sending waves of warmth through her body.

"Z...Zamian, w...what are you doing?" Mira stammered, her eyes widening in disbelief. She felt a mix of excitement and suprise as he pulled her closer, spreading her legs slightly to make room for himself.

She gasped, her pulse quickening. "What if someone—"

"No one will see us," he reassured her, his tone confident and soothing. His hands trailed up her thighs, stopping just below the fabric covering her inner thigh. The warmth of his touch made her breath hitch.

"Already wet for me, darling," he murmured, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His words sent a shiver through her body, igniting a fire deep within her. Just then, he shifted the fabric, caressing her gently before slipping a finger inside her.

"Ahh..." Mira gasped, feeling as if she were floating, lost in a whirlwind of sensations. Zamian began to move faster, each stroke sending electric jolts through her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

"Z...Zamian, ahh!" she called out, her voice barely a whisper as she stared at him, her mind clouded with desire and confusion. How had they gotten to this point? The line between pleasure and reality blurred, and she found it hard to focus.

Suddenly, he tore the lingerie with a swift motion, the sound echoing in the quiet space around them. He lifted her shirt, exposing her skin to the cool air, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating between them. He leaned down, his mouth brushing against her, teasing her with soft kisses that made her body respond instinctively.

"So sweet," he said, his voice low and sultry.

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Mira and Zamian sat at the dining table in silence, the quietness between them heavy with unspoken thoughts. Mira had freshened up, feeling more grounded after the whirlwind of emotions from earlier. She had experienced things she never thought she would, but now they were married, and she had to adapt. There was no need to be hesitant—this was life, and she had to get used to its unpredictable nature.

She didn’t want to hold back her feelings, but the silence that stretched between them was fragile, like the calm before a storm. Just as she started to wonder if things would ever settle between them, Zamian’s phone rang, interrupting the stillness. The peacefulness that had briefly settled was replaced by a suffocating tension.

Zamian answered the call, his tone low and serious, and the atmosphere shifted. Mira couldn’t help but catch bits and pieces of the conversation, and one name stood out to her: Derek. She listened carefully, curiosity piqued, but said nothing until he ended the call.

After a brief silence, Zamian turned to her, his expression unreadable. "We’ll be leaving tomorrow."

Mira’s eyes widened slightly. Disappointment washed over her—she wasn’t sure why, but she had wanted this brief moment of calm to last longer. She nodded slowly, accepting the sudden change of plans.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, though her concern slipped through.

"There’s an emergency," Zamian replied, his voice clipped and serious, giving nothing away.

Mira, still curious, couldn’t resist asking, "Are you alright? Does this have something to do with Derek?" She had overheard the name and couldn’t help but wonder if it was linked to the sudden urgency.

Zamian’s face tightened, and he responded, sharper than he intended, "No... could you mind your business for once?"

The moment the words left his mouth, regret flashed across his face, but it was too late. Mira had already taken a step back, hurt flickering in her eyes. Was it wrong to be concerned? She stood up, her expression guarded, emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Zamian ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Mira, I didn’t mean—"

She cut him off, turning to face him with cold resolve.

"You know what, Mr. Zamian? You’re nothing but a red flag." Her words were sharp and cold.