Her Sinful Mate

chapter six

n a v e a h

His hair sits disheveled on his head , as if he ran his fingers through his hair too much . A silver chain hangs from his neck that I hadn`t noticed before and the tattoos that peeked out of his shirt earlier are now on full display .

Every tattoo that coats his skin is black , running down his arms and stops by his hand . I clench my thighs absentmindedly, taking a step back . "Naveah ?" He questions in a teasing tone , he knows what the sight of him shirtless is doing to me .

I flick my eyes up to his face , scowling at the taunting smirk spread on his lips . "No ." I say curtly , regarding him with a glare , just because he explained some of the overwhelming facts , gathered my Father`s books for me to read and is now standing in front of me in nothing but gray sweatpants , does not mean that I trust him in any way . I don`t know his motives and I sure don`t know if he`s one of the people trying to end my life .

He raises a stubborn brow at me , folding his arms across his chest . "So , you`re just going to starve to death ?" He asks , watching me with a displeasing expression spread on his gorgeous face . I roll my eyes , scoffing at him before turning around and slamming his fridge door closed , abruptly turning around on my heel and walk past him .

"Naveah ." He says my name in such a demanding tone that I stop dead in my tracks , glancing at him over my shoulder . "Stop being so f*****g stubborn and let me make you dinner ." He glowers at me , the first trace of true annoyance coating his face . I press my lips into a thin line , whipping around and dart out of the kitchen . If he truly thinks I`ll listen to him , he`s delusional . I quickly make my way toward my room , scared that he`ll come chasing after me again . I realize that I`m being stubborn , but I don`t know this man , he could be trying to poison me for all I know . When I reach my door , I hurriedly slip into the room , closing the door behind me .

"Thank God ," I mumble when I see that the door does lock from the inside and twist the lock , feeling remotely more safe . I walk to the closet , upon opening the closet door , I can`t help but roll my eyes when I see all my clothes neatly stacked into piles . The thought of him possibly having seen all my underwear causes a shiver to run down my spine and a wave of sinful thoughts to rush through my mind . I shake off the feeling and grab a set of pajamas , padding toward the En suite . Opening the door , I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of the elegant design of the bathroom .

A huge shower greets me along with a colossal bathtub , the entire bathroom is white and gray . I strip out of my clothes , stepping into the shower and sigh in delight as the warm water cascades down on me . For some unknown reason water has always calmed me , ever since I was a little girl , I`d shower until my skin pruned and the water went cold . My mother would scold me , punish me by only giving me a certain amount of time to shower . I release a long sigh , running my fingers through my wet hair and reach for the strawberry-scented shampoo and lather my hair in the comforting scent before rinsing .

After washing today`s events off , I step out of the shower and dry myself , stepping into my comfortable black fluffy pajama set and go to brush my teeth . Just as I spit out the toothpaste , a knock on the bedroom door startles me , knowing full well that it`s Lucian . I inhale a deep breath , staring at my reflection in the mirror . My hair falls over my shoulder in long wet waves , dark circles rest under my pale green eyes and my pajamas cling to my body . I make my way toward the door and unlock it before yanking it open . I tilt my head back , staring up into Lucian`s dark gray eyes as he noticeably clenches his jaw , his eyes roaming over my body tentatively slow before meeting my eyes again . I notice that he'd put on a black shirt , covering most of his tattoos .

I raise a questioning brow . "Can I help you ?" He runs his ring-clad fingers through his hair , his tall height and broad shoulders almost entirely filling the doorway , I can`t even look past him toward the hall . It`s intimidating , to say the least . "I left food in the fridge for you , so once you stop being so stubborn , you can go eat ." He informs , slightly leaning his shoulder against the doorway.

"No , thank you ." I scoff , grasping the door to slam it shut in his face , but before I can , his large hand pushes the door open . I step back , watching him with wide eyes as he steps into the room , slowly stalking toward me , his eyes narrowed into slits . It feels as if he enjoys caging me in , making me feel hopeless whenever he towers over me with so much authority . "It seems that you refuse to listen whenever I`m trying to be polite , so either you go and eat or I will force you ," He says eerily calm , his hand grasping onto my shoulder before the world falls away and a shrill scream rips through my throat .

"Calm down , Naveah ." He sighs , letting go of my shoulder before walking to the fridge , pulling out a plate of spaghetti , the scent is mouthwatering and before I realize what I`m doing , I`m pulling out the island chair and sitting down . My eyes never leave the plate of food in Lucian`s hand as he makes his way toward me . He gently slides the plate towards me and silently hands me a fork , prompting me to eat with his dark gray eyes . "You didn`t poison the food , did you ?" I ask , my eyes still on the food in front of me . In this moment , I`d eat it -- Poisoned or not .

I glance up at him when he doesn`t respond , instead of using his words , he takes the fork out of my hand and twirls spaghetti around the fork and lifts it up to his plump lips , eating the spaghetti without averting his gaze from mine . I stare at his lips , a lump forming in my throat and all of a sudden I`m not hungry for food anymore . He snaps me out of my daze by handing me back the fork . He leans his elbows on the edge of the island . "If I wanted to kill you , I would`ve picked a more creative way instead of poisoning you ," he remarks slyly . I don`t know whether I should be concerned about what creative deaths he`s talking about or if I should be glad that I can now eat the spaghetti . "Eat Naveah ," He demands and I obey , shoving spaghetti into my mouth .

A sound between a moan and a sigh falls from my lips at the flavors dancing on my tongue . I didn`t even realize I was this hungry until the first taste of his spaghetti . I gaze at Lucian through my lashes and he looks away , clenching his jaw . He clears his throat. "Are you thirsty ?" I nod , watching him retreat to the fridge , pulling out water before pouring it into a glass . He hands me the glass and I mumble a 'thank you' before taking a sip of the water . I`m not used to anyone actually caring about whether I ate or not , my parents usually didn`t even inform me when dinner was ready , so I`d have to ask the personal chef what time she`d be done with the food everyday , just to ensure that I`ll be able to eat warm food . My parents didn`t really care about me , I realize , I truly don`t even think they knew how to care about me .

I chew on my bottom lip as I stare down at the now less appealing food , despising the way my emotions come and go . One minute I feel absolutely nothing and the next I`m overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions . I`ve always been so occupied with training that I didn`t have time to even let my mind start to overthink everything happening in my life . It`s a wretched feeling . I sniff , pushing the plate of food away and stare down at my hands .

"Thank you for the food , Lucian , but I`m not hungry anymore ," I mumble , feeling beyond pathetic and weak . I stand up from the chair and peek up at Lucian , who is just staring at me , his stoic expression making me shift on my feet . "Goodnight ." I turn around , still feeling his stare on my back as I slowly make my way down the hall . If this is what sadness feels like , I`d rather feel nothing at all .