[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 325: From Play to Accusation

~Evric’s POV~

Finally, after the long, intense drive, we reached our destination. The car slowed and pulled up to Zayn’s mother’s house.

The driver parked the vehicle, signaling the end of our road trip.

Zayn lifted his head from my shoulder, looking at the familiar ho with relief. We both stepped out of the car, stretching our cramped legs.

I turned to him, trying to smooth things over. "Hope you’ve forgiven ?"

He scoffed, his face tightening instantly. "No," he said, the softness from the car gone. "Just because I rested my head on your shoulder doesn’t an I forgive you."

I quickly tried to usher him toward the house. "Babe, you can’t be like this. This is your mother’s house, you can’t let her see—"

Zayn cut in, his voice low and sharp. "See what? You want to cover you up? You don’t want my mom to see how badly you treated ? The extent you went to prove a point with my body?"

I panicked, hearing the genuine hurt in his tone. "Babe, I am so sorry. We talked about this; I didn’t an to go that hard, I didn’t realize I hurt you—"

"I told you I’ve heard you," he interrupted, his eyes cold.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice, but the weight of his words was crushing. "But the fact remains the sa, Evric. You didn’t just prove a point. You raped ."

"What? That accusation ca out of nowhere, I was completely caught off guard."

"Yes, you didn’t just prove a point. You rape , Evric, you completely disrespected . I wasn’t enjoying it; all I felt was pain. I just silently took it because you were so determined to assert yourself. That wasn’t love. That was you using my body to win an argunt."

My mouth fell open. I couldn’t close it. "I... I raped you?"

"Yes," he said, holding my gaze with a look that made feel like a criminal. "If I raped you, you would scream, not be silent."

"I was screaming inside," he countered, looking at as if I had truly committed an unforgivable cri. "You really hurt , and I can’t just forgive you for that yet."

My mouth opened, but no sound ca out. The seriousness of his accusation, of abuse of my power and insensitivity, was devastating.

I quickly moved closer, desperate. "Please, babe, I will make it up to you. But ’rape’ is a big allegation, baby... can you just stop all this? We are at your mother’s house already. If we step inside, you can’t act like I did sothing horrible... don’t let your mom think badly of ."

Zayn didn’t answer. He turned and walked past toward the porch.

I stood there, immobilized, instantly regretting every single action. He wasn’t just accusing of being selfish; he was accusing of rape. That was a serious cri.

I had planned to use this trip to ask his mother about the family’s traditional marriage requirents, the things I needed to bring or do before officially asking for Zayn’s hand. I wanted to start preparing for our wedding. But now, if his mother sensed this tension or heard how badly I treated her son, she might never approve. She might think I’m incapable of loving him properly.

No, this can’t be!

I quickly ran after him. "Babe, wait..."

But he was already knocking on the door. Before I could say another word, his mother opened the door, a warm smile on her face.

"My sons!" she exclaid, her voice full of genuine delight. "You’re finally here!"

She imdiately pulled Zayn into a tight hug, and he lted into her embrace, the stiff anger draining from his posture instantly.

"Hi, Mom," Zayn murmured, sounding exactly like the sweet, harmless son she knew, completely masking the turmoil he’d just unleashed upon .

She released him and turned her warm gaze toward . "Evric, darling, it’s so good to see you. You must be exhausted from the journey."

I forced a smile onto my face, every muscle tense from the fear and the lie I now had to maintain. "Hello, Mom. It’s lovely to see you, thank you. The journey was long, but worth it."

Zayn, anwhile, had stepped inside and was already walking toward the living room, leaving to manage the front door and the strained conversation.

"Co in, co in," she urged, stepping aside. "You both look tired."

As I stepped past her, I cast a quick, desperate glance at Zayn’s back. He turned his head just slightly, catching my eye, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips.

He was enjoying my terror.

I realized I was completely trapped. I had to play the part of the devoted, perfect fiancé, or risk losing everything. The wedding plans all of it now rested on my ability to weather Zayn’s silent, cutting punishnt.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice smooth despite the chaos inside. I need to find a way to make this right, and fast.

Zayn’s mother led us further into the house. "Go in and shower, boys. When you’re done, co outside. I’ve prepared a variety of als for you both."

Zayn led the way, grabbing his small suitcase. As soon as we entered his room, I closed the door quickly, the lock clicking with an ominous sound. I spun around, crossing the room in two strides, and gently pulled Zayn closer, wrapping my hands around his waist.

"Baby, listen to ," I pleaded, resting my chin on his shoulder. "I know I was wrong to have sex with you without ensuring you wanted it fully. I was stupid to try and prove a point, especially when you were silent and I didn’t even notice. I am so sorry. I should have paid attention to your breathing, to your body, not just my own ego." I squeezed him lightly. "I am so deeply sorry for hurting you."

Zayn simply looked at , his expression flat. "Okay, Evric."

The neutral tone was worse than a shout. It was cold and terrifying. I tightened my hold, begging him. "Please, don’t act like this in front of your mother. She’s going to know sothing is wrong. Please, can we just pause this fight? I will do anything, I swear."

"Okay," he repeated, still unsoftened. He kept his gaze level. "I simply said ’okay’ because what you did truly hurt , and the fact that you didn’t notice my silence hurts even more."

He pulled free from my grasp, started to undress, and walked straight toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I ran my hands through my hair, a wave of self-loathing washing over . I regretted everything I had done.

"Rape? God, babe... I’m really done with these big, heavy accusations."