Her Sinful Mate

chapter three

n a v e a h

I gape at him , snapping out of my trance . My grip on the gun tightens , my jaw clenching and my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at the unknown man .

"Who the f**k are you ?" I grit , my eyes momentarily flicking to my father , his eyes are closed , his mouth agape as he winces in pain . I glance at the clock , then back to his wound , he probably has about five to ten minutes left before he bleeds out .

My gaze averts back to the man , casually standing there with his hands in his pockets , his shoulder slightly leaned against the doorway . He slants his head to the side , gazing at my dad before looking back at me .

He just stares at me blankly, his face impassive . Is this man deaf all of the sudden ? Who the hell is he ? Should I just shoot him and attend to my father ?

My father coughs , attempting to put pressure on his wound , I flick my eyes back to the clock , clenching my jaw .

"If you don't tell me who the f**k you are right now , I will shoot you ," I snap , emphasizing my threat by loading the gun . I expect a reaction, fear , anger , anything , but instead he just stares blankly at me .

He pushes off the wall , keeping his gaze fixated on me as he slowly stalks toward me , his strides determined and predatory . I shiver , my hands tightening around the gun when he stops in front of me , the gun digging into his chest .

He glares down at me , authority and power radiating off him . "Shoot me then ." He says , my eyes falling down to his plump lips , as the words roll of his tongue .

I inhale a deep breath , my hands loosening around the gun . His eyes are so captivating that my mind goes blank for a moment before I snap out of it when his large , gloved hands wrap around mine , pulling the gun out of my grasp . I stand frozen before him as he sets the gun down on the desk behind me .

He takes hold of my shoulders and before I can react , the world falls away around me , the feeling of falling causes me to squeeze my eyes shut before a gasp bursts from my throat when my feet land on ground .

I blink , my breathing coming out shallow as I search my surroundings . Confusion roams my mind when I realize that I'm inside a house , not mine , nor one I recognize . I stare down at my body and instead of finding my towel , I'm dressed in my black jeans . black shirt and black sneakers . How the f**k ?

Hands let go of my shoulders and I wince , snapping my head toward the strange man before scrambling away from him . He shoves his gloved hands into his pockets , his intense gaze tracking my every move .

"Where am I ?" I demand , although my voice quivers . My instincts kick in and I glance around me , searching for a possible weapon I can use .

"My estate ," He says warily , running his fingers through his thick black hair . I clench my jaw , spotting a large oak door behind him .

He catches my gaze , looking over his shoulder at the door before turning back to me . "It's locked ." He informs , tilting his head a degree while slowly examining me with such an intensity I shiver .

"What the hell just happened ?" I hiss , confused beyond words as I stare back at the strange man who could possibly be someone who intends to hurt or kill me .

"I'm not going to hurt you , Naveah ," He mumbles , the sound of my name falling from his lips causing confusion and awe to rush through me .

"How do I know that when I don't even know who you are ?" I spit out . He's delusional when he thinks I'll believe that he won't hurt me . Yet , for some strange reason I get the feeling that he's not going to harm me , but I push it aside and clench my fists .

"Also , you kidnapped me ! how does that show that you won't hurt me ?" I'm fuming , for the first time in a very long time , my emotions are getting the best of me . It's strange , feeling both sadness and anger at the same time when I haven't felt anything in such a long time . I don't know if I want to cry or punch him .

"And what about my father ? He's probably dead by now ," I sneer , heaving in large amounts of air before exhaling , the walls feels to be closing in on me . My chest aches , panic raising in my throat as I start to frantically look around me , trying to find a way out .

I spot a doorway and before the strange man can react , I dart toward it and upon entering I notice its a kitchen , a door directly in front of me . I run toward it and turn the knob , relief flooding my body when it swings open .

I stumble out the door , yelping when I fall to the ground . I squeeze my eyes shut , fisting the dirt in my hands and try to concentrate on my breathing . This is not the first time I've had an attack , I used to get attacks whenever I felt an inkling of emotion . It always overwhelms me to the point where I feel as if I can't breathe , it comes in full-force , every emotion ripping through me .

My father used to lock me up in the basement whenever I started getting attacks , only letting me out two days after .

A large hand wraps around my shoulder and I wince , attempting to push away but my body is shaking so rapidly , I can barely lift my hand .

"Naveah , it's okay , just breathe ," The soothing yet terrifying voice flows through my ears , a set of goosebumps erupting on my skin at his close proximity .

"You're okay , I'm here ," he whispers , drawing shapes on my back as I try to concentrate on his breathing and touch . It's strange, this man intimidated me only seconds ago , with his powerful aura and intimidating gaze , and now he's on his knees beside me , soothing me with his gentle words and soft touch .

I inhale deep breaths , willing my heart to slow down and my mind to calm . Exhaling through my nose , I slowly bring my hand to my face , feeling the wetness on my cheeks . My eyebrows furrow and I stand abruptly , his hand falling from my back . I angrily wipe the tears from my cheeks , feeling complete disgust in myself for being this weak .

"Who are you ?" I snap , watching him narrow his eyes , his gaze roaming over me before he runs both his hands through his hair , this motion causes his hair to stick up , the sight alone almost causes the rage to leave my body .

“Lucian ,” he says confidently , for some unknown reason his name sends butterflies swarming in my stomach , the name suits him .

Lucian .