Chapter 46 Chapter 46
Cynthia's POV
I was sleeping on clouds, far away from all worldly tensions, when suddenly a sharp pain between my thighs made me hiss.
I tried to move, only to groan louder.
My body felt too heavy to lift. Every muscle in my core felt overstretched, reminding me of the night I had spent with the beast.
Slowly, I came to my senses and realized I was not on cloud nine.
I was on his bed.
My heart sank when the images from last night burned into the back of my eyelids.
I could still feel him all over me.
His groans echoed in my head. His fingers felt imprinted into my flesh, as if they had marked every inch of my body. He had touched me like he was trying to erase any other memory from my skin. Like he wanted me to remember only him.
Lucien had truly lost control last night.
He had been relentless.
Every time I thought he was satisfied, he would flip me over, drag me back to the edge, and start again, leaving me gasping and shaking.
Before I opened my eyes, I felt the cold emptiness beside me. He wasn't in bed.
Glad.
I groaned again when the harsh light penetrated my eyes, as I tried to open them.
I was expecting to see the ceiling first but what I saw startled me for a second.
Lucien was standing at the edge of the bed, his face tilted downward, above mine. For a second, my heart jumped. He smirked when he noticed the flicker of fear on my face.
"Having a good sleep?" He asked in a taunting tone, his face still bearing that smirk, which I so badly wanted to scratch off.
He was already dressed in his work suit while I was still sleeping.
Every single part of my body including my neither regions are still throbbing. I passed out in the morning. I am not sure if he stopped even after that or not.
He is literally a beast.
I shifted my legs slightly to get away from him but a loud wince passed my lips without my permission and he chuckled at my condition.
My eyes snapped at him. They were burning hot with anger and pain. He leaned down, placing his weight on his palms on either side of me. His face hovered too close.
“Looks like someone enjoyed last night… a little too much. Hmm?” His fresh minty breath fanned my face.
I tossed my head to the other side without retaliating. I didn't have the energy or mood to talk to him.
“It was your first night,” he continued casually as he straightened and adjusted his coat. “So I let it slide.”
Slide?
I clenched the sheet beneath my fingers.
“From next time,” he added coldly, “stay awake. And leave the room immediately after I am done.”
I swallowed and turned my head to face him. His face looked grave.
"I don't want to see your face first thing in the morning."
And I don't want to see your face at all!
“Your room is next to mine. There’s a small door connecting the two.” He pointed toward the panel beside his closet. “For easy access."
He smirked again.
The arrogance.
The audacity.
"Now move out of my bed before I change my mind and repeat the last night, right now only"
Slowly I sat back, gathered the sheet around my body, and stepped out of bed. The moment my feet touched the floor, my knees nearly buckled but I steadied myself on time.
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
I bite my lips to stop myself from making any sound as I step ahead. Every movement was so painful that I couldn't describe it in words.
And his eyes... They were on me all the time.
Ignoring his burning gaze and toxic presence, I slowly walked to the door. I crossed half the room when suddenly I was pulled back.
A loud gasp escaped my throat and I completely lost my balance when he pulled the sheets off my body in one forceful tug.
I thought I was about to fall on the floor when his arms came to the rescue.
I was still recovering from the shock and pain when I felt his eyes dragging over my body like it was a fine piece of art.
I didn't dare to look down at my own body but I knew I was badly marked by him.
He knew how easily I bruised that's why he did all this to me and he looked quite satisfied.
With the corner of the sheets that I was still holding in my fist, I tried to cover myself but he snatched it and threw it away.
"Who said you can take this?" He asked.
My jaw clenched and my eyes turned red in fury.
I clutched his coat, using it as a support to stand up and walk away from him but he just held my waist even tighter, digging his fingers deep into my already bruised flesh.
I wiggled slightly to free myself from his hold but the more I struggled the closer he pulled me to himself.
"I can't wait for tonight"
My eyes snapped to him in horror.
He smirked.
"What? You too?"
"I hate you!" I spat through my clenched teeth.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose.
"I hate you too"
I stumbled when suddenly he left me.
“What you faced last night…” His voice turned cold “That was only a preview.”
My fingers curled into fists. He adjusted his cuffs calmly, as if he were talking business.
“Prepare yourself, Cynthia,” he continued without looking at me. “I haven’t even started taking back what you stole from me.”
My heart skipped. He walked towards the exit and paused just at the door.
“And when I do,” he added quietly before leaving, “you’ll realize I was being merciful.”