Don’t Make Me Ask
1081 Words
Susan’s pov
My breath came in sharp short gasps as I sat on the edge of the big bed, my fingers twitching in my lap.
The silk nightgown that they made me wear was cool but suffocating sticking to my skin like a second layer and I hated it.
It left no room for imagination because it was much too sheer, my breasts almost spilling out.
I wanted to tear it to pieces as soon as they threw it at me. But they would have been even more amused by that.
When I had fought, the guards had laughed.
When I told them I wasn't so sexy for their king and spat at their feet they laughed.
When one of them knocked me to my knees and hit me across the face, they laughed even harder.
The humiliation of being dragged here like an animal was far more painful than the sting of that slap.
There was a lump in my throat I swallowed. I wouldn't shed tears.
This was Victor's fault. He shouldn't have rejected me.
The beauty of the room was intended to intimidate and impress me but it did none of that.
Dark mahogany furnishings, light-sucking velvet curtains and gold flower vases gleamed in the faint candlelight.
It had a rich masculine scent of cedarwood and smoke.
I hated it.
The quietness was intolerable.
In the corner I could hear the grandfather clock ticking steadily.
My heartbeat was too loud. The crackle of the hearth fire made me cringe every now and then.
Then.
With a creak, the door opened wide. I tensed up.
Like a shadow, he stepped in his presence so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to vanish around him.
I swallowed hard and it felt like my body was on fire. His eyes were dark and never leaving my body.
He walked slowly and steadily like a predator as if he already owned everything, including myself.
I clenched my fists not wanting to look scared from his stare. When he saw me his lips curled.
“Good .” He whispered his voice had a sinister touch.” You didn't run away.”
I raised my chin.
“Where would I go?”
He tilted his head in a sly manner.
“No where.You belong to me.”
Stories didn't do justice to this man who stared at me like I was more of a s*x toy than a person.
He had taken, used and thrown away
women.
I would not be among them.
Slowly and deliberately his eyes swept over me and my body tenses up as they settled on my breasts.
“You are well-dressed.”
“ This was forced on me.”I yelled.
His eyes flickered with amusement as he stepped closer.
“Is it important?”
I scowled. “I hate it.”
I got a chill when he laughed.
“You're on fire, I know and probably wet for me.” His tone became more dark and lowered. “I like that.”
His voice had an effect on me and his presence made my body react strangely which I hated.
He leaned towards me and touched my jaw with a finger and he smirked more as I recoiled.
“Are you afraid?”
I had to keep my voice steady as I looked him in the eye.
“No.”
It was a lie.
He teased me by tracing my lower lip with his featherlight touch.
“You are lying.” I gasped.
His hands moved slowly and possessively moving down my arms and over my shoulders and then over my breasts.
Unwelcome and undesired, the heat curled low in my stomach
This was a mistake. But my body—my body betrayed me.
Before I could stop it, a soft sound escaped. Something raw and triumphant darkened his eyes
His breath was warm against my ear as he leaned in. “You see?” he muttered. “You are mine.”
I closed my eyes tightly trying to keep him out but his aroma filled everything and enchanted me.
With a growl he pushed me back onto the bed, his powerful unyielding weight looming over me.
I bit my lip so firmly that blood came out as I turned my head away.
His hand grew tighter.
“Look at me.”
I didn't. .
His chest trembled with a low growl.
“I said—. “
Then. He came to a stop. I opened my eyes wide and scowled.
His muscles had locked, his whole body going limp as though he had been hit.
His once-firm and assured hands now shuddered against my flesh.
I looked up at him, my bewilderment pierced my chest.
“What—?”
His lips slammed into mine into a hot passionate kiss and just when I was beginning to comply, he stopped immediately, his eyes widening.
Then he stammered— hardly more than a whisper.
“You. . . You're my mate?”
The world swayed and I exhaled.
No. Absolutely not. This isn't possible.
The room whirled. I thought my ribs might c***k from the intensity of my hearts beating.
He was shocked and I thought that he might just get off the bed like I was a plague but he was just staring at me.
In irregular breaths, his chest rose and fell. It is. His voice was raspy, almost frantic.
I scampered back separating myself from him as much as I could.
“Did I ask you to leave?” He asked as his eyes came hot on me.
I swallowed hard and held my dress.
“I — I thought that you —” I stuttered and wanted to continue but my mouth was dry and my tongue lay limp in my mouth.
“Get back to the position that you were in before.”
He said as he stood, towering over me as he unbuttoned his dress shirt revealing bulging muscles.
My eyes almost fell out of their sockets as I stared at his beautiful body.
“I'm sorry but I think something is wrong somewhere.” I stammered.
He stopped, everything stopped and I was glad as he looked at me, I was already grateful to the goddess that he was starting to see reasons with me but then he did the unthinkable.
His fingers went over to his belt and began to unbuckle them.
“Don't make me ask again.”
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