Chapter 30 THREATENED.
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
He pulled back a few minutes later, after lapping my juices while groaning every five seconds. He looks at me with his lips, and jaw drenched as a smirk graces his features.
"You satisfied, sunshine?" He asked, licking his lips clean of my essence.
I looked at him with half-lidded eyes, thoroughly satisfied as I lay languid on the reclined seat. Next thing I knew, I was greeted with the cold embrace of darkness as my eyes shut on their own accord.
"You're gonna be mine, sunshine. Even if I have to do something catastrophic for that to happen."
Someone has whispered in my dreams as I drifted off to a soundless sleep.
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'Ring Ring!' The sound of my alarm clock jostled me awake as I choked on nothing.
Sitting up in bed, I glanced at the bright red numbers on my clock with a side eye.
3:30 am.
It read, as I sat in my dark room. I looked around in shock, wondering how I got in bed after Lucien finished going down on me. My throat felt dry and my palms, clammy. But what burned the most, was the memory of his tongue in my pussy, as he gobbled up my come like it was honey. My sin flushed at the memory of my intense orgasm, as I palmed my face in embarrassment.
Ever since Lucien said he would teach me some things....I've had nothing short of satisfying experiences with him....but for some reason, he never had me returning the favor most times.
Well, it' had only been two times of us doing anything sexual, so maybe it was still early. Maybe it was an unspoken rule in things like this I dragged my hands through my hair, as frustration coursed through me.
I should have tried to go back to sleep, but for some reason, my mind raced with different thoughts, and scenarios about me and Lucien.
Do I like him? Or is this still fake to me?
Well, when he kisses me, it feels like sparks fly, and the world fades away....but could that be because he's an experienced lover...or fake lover?
"Ugh!" I groaned as I wrapped my thick sheets around me. "I don't even know."
I mean, Lucien is cute.....more like hot, and I am attracted to him, but I don't think I like him like that.
I mean, he might not even like me too.
'But what if he does?'
What if I'm not the only one with these feelings?
"If you are, Sloane, you would be the biggest clown in this world." I berated myself, as I sat up with a sudden realization.
The text!
Who is Seraphina? And what do they mean by she'll take my crown away?
My mind boggled with different scenarios as I tossed and turned in bed.
Wait....why did he call me Mrs Ravenscroft? Could it have been a mistake? Or because everyone was watching us?
Was it a joke?
But Lucien doesn't joke...ever.
I threw my phone away from me before the need to go over our texts consumed me as I tossed in bed for the third time tonight.
Sleep, Sloane; you just need to sleep.
I closed my eyes in a bid to force myself to another soundless sleep, but it felt as though the sleep gods were against me. My eyes stayed wide open like someone that had too much caffeine.
Minutes blur into hours, as the darkness spreads around me untill I can't tell if I'm trapped in a fever dream, or awake.
My body aches for something, as I stretch against the wall in hopes of sleeping after relieving my sore muscles.
It's as though my body expects him to pry my window open, and walk in like a stalker, because my eyes keep darting out the window, to see if he would magically appear before me, dressed in his uniform with his hair styled impeccably.
I hated that I craved him like this....because I shouldn't.
He bullied me, for so many years, as Roxanne, and the rest for the school turned me to their trash bucket, I loathed him; but now, my mind, and body betrays me by calling for him.
Lucien Ravenscroft felt like poison, drugs, and something I should never have messed with.
Jumping on my bed, I curl the sheets around my body, whispering to myself;
"It'll be fine Sloane. Just go to bed, and think about this later." And at that, my body relaxes, as I snuggle in bed.
The sound of my phone vibrating on the night stand has me turning to see the screen lighting up with a notification. Leaping out of bed in hopes that it was him, I grab my phone with tight fingers and my lower lip between my teeth.
The sight of an email sends a pang of hurt straight to my heart, as I stare at my phone screen with disappointment.
I dropped the device, and turned back in bed.
Whatever the contents are, I'll face it in the morning.
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With my blanket wrapped around me, I pour in my milk over my cereal while munching on my chocolate chips. I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all, as my headache pulsed in my head, throbbing in my veins like someone took a hammer, and ponded it over m head.
My eyes burned as I stared at my reflection in the kitchen mirror. I looked a mess. My hair was pulled in a loose bun which now looked like someone had pulled it out as I tossed in bed, my eyes were slightly red, and my skin, pale.
Taking a bite of my cereal, I grabbed my phone to check out what was going on at school. I didn't feel like attending, so I ditched for the day.
The notification from last night stares me in the face, reminding me of my tossing and turning. Clicking on the message, the words before me send a chill down my spine, as I read the words with a dreadful expression.
'Stay away from Lucien Ravenscroft, or your father loses his job, and everyone knows about your pathetic mother. You have two days to break it off with him, and this won't get out, but if you don't, all hell breaks lose on you.