Chapter 37 Unblissful morning
Chapter 37: unblissful morning
Milo’s POV
Morning light shone a little too soft and gentle through the bindings, illuminating the room.
I stirred a little, blinking slowly as my eyes tried to adjust to my environment. My body felt like it was soaked in a container filled with jelly. The banging migraine in my head was so intense that it made me not want to get up from the bed…
I paused,
Bed?
A sharp breath escaped my lips.
I shot up from the bed like a bullet, instantly regretting it, as pain followed my every movement. I gasped, my back was on fire, my body was so heavy, and the aftermath of everything hit me like a ball of bricks.
I turned to the other side of the massive bed I was lying on, but it was empty. There is no hint or trace of anyone else in the room except me.
“What happened?”I asked my wolf, but no reply.
I looked down at myself, realising that I was not wearing my clothes. It was a big oversized shirt that covered me well, reaching to my knees. Just from one deep sniff, I already knew who it belonged to…
I gasped,
My stomach twisted, like a knife was plunged inside me. The memory started coming in bit by bit. His strained growl, as if he was fighting with a demon, he had asked…like actually asked for permission to touch me. That was a direct contrast to who I know him as.
The mafia king doesn't ask for permission. He takes whatever he wants without asking questions
But that was not the only thing I remembered,
I recalled not being able to move in shock, then the shock that was written all over his face when I had thrown myself at him like a cheap slut…like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
My face burned like fire. Embarrassment and shame came all over my body.
I had asked for it, and I had literally offered myself to be devoured by the monster, and like a caged beast that was released, he pounced on me.
I slowly curled my knees up, ignoring my body that continued to scream in protest at my every movement. My heart pounded like a talking drum. As everything that happened afterwards continued to play in my mind.
I could almost feel his hard large cock pounding inside me with abandon. He had fucked me so deep I could feel him almost touching my soul from behind. And when he cummed, the feeling of his semen coating my insides was one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
And the worst was that I liked every damn minute of it all. And that's the problem...
I was not supposed to enjoy every one of his hard thrusts. Hell no I was supposed to feel disgusted, even violated,
but Noo…
I had thrown myself at him? Even being the one to urge him on. And like a horny bitch on heat, I had let him in…so deep I could, so completely?
It is probably from my wolf? Or am I truly just an omega in heat?
My throat tightened. The insults and curses I have received because of my nature came rushing in.
"I’m no better than a…" I shook my head frantically, I didn't finish the thought. I was ashamed to say it.
I forced myself to stand and instantly regretted it.
“ahh…”
My head spun, The world blurring around me, my legs wobbled under my weight, as tried to steady my myself from crashing down to the floor
Just then, the door creaked open.
“Milo?”
I looked to see Daphne. She was standing at the door post, a look of surprise, shock flashed through her face, followed by concern as she hurried inside.
“Oh goodess…are you okay?” she dropped her basket, catching me as she helped me sit down. Her eyes scanned around me, lingering on my pale face, before it landed on my body as if looking for any additional invincible injuries.
I straightened my body, gritting my teeth to hide the pain that was making it way from my back behind a tight smile.
“I…I'm fine.”
“You look like you have been hit by a truck.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously “Or… something else.”
My face was on fire, I quickly bowed down to prevent her from seeing the redness that coloured my cheeks. She didn’t know how close she was from the truth.
“I…i said I’m fine.” I said almost too quickly, I willed my body to obey, as I tried to get away from her. But my legs knocked on itself, stumbling in the process.
“Milo, what happened?” she asked softly this time, helping me down. “Did he…did he hurt you?”
I looked away,
She stepped closer. Persistence and determination etched on her face. The look that she would not back down until I talk. But before she could pressure me, the door burst open, and immediately a shadow fell over the room.
“Damon?”
“Master?…”
Both of us gasped at the same time. One filled with anger while the other filled with fear and respect.
I greeted him respectfully. My eyes looked everywhere but his face. But not for the middle aged woman, her eyes didn't flinch. Her expression shifted instantly, from concern and care, and hardened immediately, melting into a tight-lipped scowl as she glanced at the master standing at the door.
“What did you do to him damon…?”
“It's master,” the master snapped at her. I flinched unconsciously, his eyes blazed with anger.
“And who cares what you call yourself.” she
His eyes snapped to me. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Before it shifted back to the fearless woman. I saw a vein almost pop in his face. His chest rose up and down in barely contained rage.
“You are overstepping your boundaries woman.” he said darkly, his voice low and dangerous. “You forget who you’re speaking to.”
“I remember very well who I am speaking to.” Daphne said, folding her arms across her chest. “But someone needs to ask the damn question.” She gestured at me, I instinctively shrank back, even though I knew that she was trying to protect my interest.
“He can barely walk from whatever torture you are inflicting on him.”
For a while the master didn’t reply, his silence was like a slap across my face.
“That's none of your business woman. He is my pet, and from the day he was given to me, he belongs to me.”
I felt heat spread to all parts of my body all of a sudden. My wolf stirred, for the first time since I woke up.
“Damon…” she started,
“I accepted him even when his so-called family rejected him” Damon yelled, cutting her off. “i gave him food, clothed him, and what did he do in reply…, he tried to poison me. He is lucky I have not had his head served on a platter by now.”
A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. I could feel his anger now pointed at me directly.
But Daphne didn't back down. “Regardless of everything Damon, he is your…”
“Pet…” His voice sounded like it came from the deepest part of hell. “...That's what he is, a broken useless pet. Now leave my room!”