Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
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Zeke
“Since you're aware of that, I believe you know the right thing to do. I'm probably the only one in the Circle who supports you.”
He continued, seeing he couldn't pinch a response from me. “And you're smart enough to not repeat the mistake your father made.”
He finally got a reaction. My eyes narrowed into slits, and I backed away. “The night isn't getting younger, Master Ragnarok. It was nice having this conversation with you.”
“Likewise, Your Highness.” There was no mirth in his cold gleaming eyes. “I'll take my leave first.”
I nodded in response, and watched as he disappeared down the corridor.
My hands balled into fists, as I leaned on the nearby wall. Maybe it was finally time to stay away from Mirabella Aurel.
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Mirah
I switched positions, lying faceup and staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. My belly grumbled, and I fondled it gently. I'd skipped breakfast this morning, and it was still sitting on the bedside table, cold and untouched.
My head ached so bad from the different thoughts that'd been flying in my mind all day. With a groan, I sat up.
I sauntered into the bathroom, and splattered cold water on my face, before coming out into my room again.
‘It was a mistake.’
The words reverberated over and over in my mind, leaving a hollowed heart in its wake. I sniffled as the tears streamed down my cheeks in two thick lines.
The clench of his jaw. The way his face had been set in a determined line. I should've known.
What the hell had I been thinking when I allowed Zeke finger-fuck me in his room?
I knew the answer. It rang in my ears, and though I tried denying it, I couldn't.
I was catching feelings. Typical.
The realization brought more pain than I thought it would. My legs dragged me to the closed window. I was back at my room again, and for the fear that lone vampires would come into the room, I always kept the window closed.
Though it made little or no difference.My eyes were swollen from crying over and over again. When was the last time I'd cried so much?
The morning when a certain vampire told me that giving me the best orgasm of my life was a mistake.
Yes, that was the last time I cried so much.
“You're a fool, Mirabella. A fool.” I whisper-cried.
But that wasn't what hurt the most. What hurt the most was the realization that even if the tides of time was turned to that particular night, I'd still let him fuck me.
He hadn't protested when I'd asked to return to my room. Not even a reaction. Of course, it was just a game to him. It was my fault.
The fault of my stupid self, for thinking there was something between us.
My belly grumbled yet again.
“Okay, that's it.” I moved away from the window, and out of my room. Though I doubted I'd get any food that night.
That was if I located the kitchen, in the first place. And without encountering a vampire.
I shuddered, and pulled the see-through robe tighter around my body. Beneath it was the lingerie I adored. Hot and sexy. The hallway was quiet, with the soft click of my footsteps as the source of noise. I walked with caution, looking back at intervals.
God help me if someone sprung up on me from behind.
I passed by a brown colored door, and my footsteps subconsciously slowed. The door was half open, and my brows arched.
He never leaves his door open. I shook my head, and made to move past. But then, I halted again.
‘Just move past, Mirah. Don't-’
By the time my brain was done sorting the pros and cons of my decision, my leg had pulled me over to the door. I pushed it gently, and walked in.
Here goes nothing.
The door was dark, and I stood at a spot trying to get accustomed to the darkness. I didn't see anyone at first. I glanced around, and-
He was standing close to the window, his back facing the entrance.
My brain screamed at me to leave the room. But my name wouldn't be Mirah if I didn't make one or two bad decisions. I'd already made one, and tonight would be the second.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” His thick voice sliced through my thoughts, and I stiffened. Every thought fell into shambles.
All I could think of was the way his voice turned my head. The way his scent soothed and aroused me.
Not trusting myself to speak, I shook my head. But the room was dark, and I couldn't tell if he could see me clearly.
“No,” I whispered. And the room fell into silence again. I could hear my erratic breathing in the tension-filled silence.
“Y-your door was open, so-” My words trailed off. I couldn't give a single plausible reason why I was in his room, despite his hurtful words and actions towards me. Why I was standing, rooted to the ground, unable to think of anything else but him.
“Come here, Kitten.”
Three words. He only uttered three words, but heat pulsated between my legs.
“Why should I?” I retorted. I knew my resolve was wavering. God help me, but if he ordered me to come over again, I'd gladly do so.
“Come.” He ordered again.
My treacherous legs moved, pulling me over to him.
Close. Closer.
From close proximity, I made out the outline of his body. He turned, and his eyes trained on me. I swallowed the non-existent saliva, and tried focusing on breathing normally.
My breath caught in my throat, when his finger brushed against my jaw. I froze, and pulled my robe even tighter.
His touch was as cold as always, but it was enough to make my heart race so fast that I was afraid it'd fall out of my chest.
“Why are you awake by this time, Mirah?” He asked in a lazy drawl. I forgot to correct him.
“I was hungry.” I simply mumbled.
He pulled away his finger. “I could feed you.” I heard his husky voice in the darkness, after a while.
As the meaning of his words dawned on me, my cheeks colored pink, and I backed away from him.
“I-I should get going.” I was afraid if I spent one more second with him in the room, I may do something I was bound to regret.