Her Sinful Mate

chapter five

n a v e a h

I've been staring at him in amusement for at least five minutes now . Does he truly think I believe the lies flying from his mouth ? How can he possibly be an immortal ? And better yet , how can he claim that I'm one too ?

I sit amused in front of him , pressing my lips into a thin line to prevent myself from laughing . He seems to actually believe what he's saying . Why do all the handsome men have to be delusional or have something off about them ? I clear my throat , leaning back in the comfortable chair . "I apologize , but can you repeat that ?" I say in a flat tone , trying to keep my laughing fit at bay .

His eyes regard me coldly , narrowing into slits before he sniffs , rolling his chair back and standing up in all his glory , the power and anger radiating off him as he slowly rounds his desk . I stiffen , my amusement long forgotten as he stalks toward me , never breaking eye contact with me . He stands directly in front of me , leaning back against his desk , towering over me . I shiver at the sight of the intimidating man gazing down at me , I can't decipher what he's about to do next because no emotions coat his facial expression .

"Naveah ," He says my name so calmly that I shift in my seat , contemplating whether I should stand to feel less intimidated . "This is amusing to you , yeah ?" He tilts his head a degree , searching my face .

A gasp hitches in my throat when he suddenly leans forward , caging me in by gripping both the handles on the chair beside me , his face so close to mine I press my back into the chair to create some space .

A ghost of a smirk plays on his plump lips as he stares into my eyes , his face so close , his breath lightly fans my face . I feel perplexed and terrified as I stare up at him , a lump forming in my throat and for some reason , I clench my thighs .

"I wonder how amusing you'll find it when your powers start showing and you live far longer than any human being." He says slowly , his knuckles wrapped around the chair white with how tightly he's gripping it .

"You must've felt it before , the urge to let go and set chaos over everyone whose ever did you wrong . You probably feel it right now , the power running through your veins ," He comments in such a seductive tone that my mouth feels dry , my thighs clenching and my hands feeling clammy .

"The urge to rage over everyone and the possessiveness of wanting control , the greed of wanting everything you can't have and the wrath of ending every vile person ," He breaths, the words falling from his lips are as if it was transferred directly from my thoughts . "You feel it , don't you , Naveah ?" He stares deep into my eyes , as if reading my every thought . I feel overwhelmed by the words that's left his mouth , because it's true , I do feel it , I have always felt it . I just never had a reasonable explanation for feeling like this , so I blamed it on the emotions and shoved them away even further .

I've always felt this surge of uncontrollable power whenever I start to feel emotions , it has always made me act irrationally , so I don't see why — even though I still don't believe him — feeling this , or being a Sin is a good thing . I stand up from the chair abruptly , pushing away from Lucian to create some much needed distance . He smirks at me in amusement as I clench my hands into fists , knowing he's taunting me .

"Now that , Naveah ," He teases , leaning back against his desk before crossing his arms over his chest . "Is very amusing ."

The urge to strangle him is overwhelming and I'm holding on by a thread , glaring at him . I exhale a deep breath and try to control my anger . "I'm done , I'm done talking to you , show me my room ." I say through gritted teeth .

He raises a brow at me , pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in the most sinful way that I can't help stare at his mouth in some what awe . "This way ," He murmurs , gesturing to the door with his fingers .

I shake off the strange feeling , snapping my gaze toward the door as he opens it , leading me out of his office before we walk down a long hall . We pass a few wooden doors that seem to be locked , an ominous feeling creeping down the hall as we near a door situated at the end of the hall .

He turns and taps on the door with two ring-clad fingers before looking down at me . "This is your room ," He informs , shoving his hands into his jean pockets .

I lower my eyes , nodding my head before reaching to open the door , I gasp when the door creaks open , revealing a beautiful room . A king sized bed sits in the middle of the room , situated next to a large window . A large book case sits next to a desk with a chair , an uncomfortable feeling creeping over me at the sight of all the books that I recognize . All of these books belonged to my Father , I know because I spent a long time yearning to read one of them .

I slowly turn to Lucian , who still stands in the sake exact spot , watching my reaction . "These were my Father's books ?" I ask just above a whisper , quirking a brow at him .

He slowly nods , leaning his shoulder against the doorway , gazing at the books with pursed lips . "I know how much you wanted to read them ," He replies , a deep frown forming on my face . How did he know that ?

He clears his throat , clearly seeing the confusion on my face . "Your Father told me ." He clarifies , yet it feels as if he's lying to me . Not even my Father knew how much I really wanted to read those books , after he declined my request of wanting to read them , I left it and became unbothered in his eyes . So , as far as I know , my father probably forgot that I wanted to read them in the first place .

Instead of asking him anymore questions about it , I turn on my heel and walk further into the room , toward the bookcase . A small smile stretching on my lips as I near the books . My finger tips slowly graze over the books until I stop in front of the book I've wanted to read since I was a child . I slowly pull the book off of the bookcase , sighing in delight as I gently wipe off the dust .

Turning around , I stop dead in my tracks when I see that Lucian has disappeared , no longer standing in the doorway . I shrug , walking to the desk and sit down , smiling as I slowly start reading .

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I lean backwards , stretching my arms over my head and groan when I feel the hunger rumbling in my stomach . Gazing out of the window , I feel perplexed when I realize the sun is slowly setting . I stand from the chair and pad towards the hall , praying that I won't walk into Lucian but realize there's a huge possibility that I probably will — with it being his house and all .

I slowly walk down the long , narrow hall , coming to a stop at the end before taking a right, leading me down another hall . It feels like walking through a maze , trying to reach the kitchen without getting lost . When I reach the familiar looking room , I glance to the side , sighing when I see the doorway that I ran through earlier .

I quickly make my way over to the kitchen , glancing over my shoulder to make sure Lucian isn't in sight before I walk over to the huge fridge , greedily open it .

Just as I open the fridge , someone clears their throat and I whirl around , my earlier hunger replaced by a different type of hunger .

Lucian stands by the island , his arms folded across his bare chest , only wearing a loose grey sweatpants . I blink rapidly , my gaze falling to the various tattoos scattered all over his arms and chest , the contrast with his tan skin makes them more evidence and captivating .

He smirks , his eyes trailing down my body . "Hungry ?" He asks with a tilt of his head and I can't help but stare at him with my mouth agape .