Chapter 78 078
Danica's POV
"Are you... Are you going to break up with me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. And I knew that wasn't the right word, but I just couldn't bring myself to utter the word 'rejection'. The thought of it weighed brutally on my tongue that it felt hard to actually say it with my mouth.
So I put it simply. In a way that should hurt less.
Alexander's eyes widened a bit, a hard frown crossing his expression. "What?! No! The fuck, no!" His response was immediate, stern, leaving no room for disputes. But the doubt lingered.
Hell, it did.
Until his hands found mine from where I was gripping the duvets so hard that it would give out as a light fabric.
"You're engaged to someone else, Alexander. The last thing I want is to become a mistress to my own mate while his legal wife remains. I'd rather be rejected than go through that." I muttered in all honesty and I didn't miss the murderous glint that flashed through his eyes the moment the last words left my mouth.
His hands tightened around mine, just enough to jolt my attention to him, fully.
Glassy eyes found his cold ones, and I watched him clench and unclenched his jaw before another scoff escaped him.
"Fuck anyone that tried to put ideas in your head, little mate... Unless I've had an engagement in hell or in my dreams, then I'm still very much legally single and you, little mate will make that change very soon" he muttered at once, and my breath hitch as I searched his eyes for any sign of sincerity.
He wasn't lying. He's nothing but sincere right now. But does that mean Rosetta lied? Would she have the guts to lie like that, using Alexander's name as cover? And a betrothal? Seriously?!
"But, I... But she..." A light kiss cut me short.
"No buts, and no she's, little mate. Would you believe that shrimp over me, your own mate?" He asked and I shook my head slowly, still uncertain yet relieved.
Goddess, I wanted to grin so hard until Alexander wondered if I'd gone mentally crazy. But I held back. No, the sharp sting in my lower belly held me back.
I bit back a wince, and tried to focus on the feel of Alexander's hand over my face, wiping the tears off.
"I can't believe you cried so much because of a simple false information. Do you really like me that much?" His voice was teasing and I instantly found anything else interesting, apart from his face.
"It wasn't simple, Alexander. Would you have remained calm if a man suddenly showed up and claimed he's been my long time fiance?" I asked and the teasing glint instantly vanished from his expression.
"I'm going to kill him while being very much calm, little mate. Trust me, not even a prank declaration would free the bastard from an instant execution" he muttered, seriously and a normal person would flinch, be scared or anything close. But me? I was literally fighting back a fucking smile and the blush that crept up my cheeks.
"You'd get your hands bloody over a prank?" I asked, amused.
"No one plays with Alexander and gets away with it. Besides, my hands have been long covered in blood, one more would do no major damage." He said dismissively and I blinked in disbelief.
"Only you would say something like that without flinching and still be very much comfortable like nothing happened" I pointed and he pulled me to him, so close that I could feel the hard lines of his chest rub against mine.
And suddenly I was hyper aware of the fact that I was wearing absolutely nothing beneath the shirt that hung loose around my upper body.
He planted another feather-like kiss on my lips. "But that doesn't scare you, does it?" He whispered and I shook my head, my tongue a tangled mess of speechlessness.
"That's what I thought" he murmured, then captured my lips again. And this time there was no tease, no cheeky foreplay, no schoolboy gentle kisses. Just a harsh invasion of his tongue, teeth and lips on mine, until I literally couldn't breathe.
He pulled back slightly, letting me catch my breath.
"I love how swollen your lips get when I kiss you, little mate." He murmured, then leaned in to kiss me again. I didn't resist. Didn't pull back. Couldn't. I simply opened up and kissed him back just as much.
He was a bit gentle this time, as if he knew he could bruise me and he didn't want that.
His lips travelled to my neck, trailing hot and wet kisses along its wake as he murmured "I love how pretty you get when I leave my mark on you each time I make you mine"
His lips went lower, from my neck, to my throat and then my cleavage. My body arched on instinct, seeking more than those tempting wet trails.
My entire body was literally on fire and my unavailable core throbbed shamelessly.
Then he stopped.
And I could feel every bolt in my body scream in protest.
"Easy, mate. I can't have you passing out on me when I fuck you. So first, you make up for all the meals you've missed, get prettier if that's in any way possible and then I'll fill you up so good until my name is the only prayer on your lips" he murmured and just as I was about to whine in protest, my stomach churned.
Fucking embarrassing traitor.
I buried my face in my palms immediately, and Alexander's chuckle pierced through the very depths of my soul.
Holy goddess, make me disappear... To somewhere faraway, as long as I can still listen to this down to earth laugh that'd just escaped Alexander.
"See? I'm almost never wrong" he muttered amidst the chuckles.
I shifted a finger from my eyes to watch him laugh and somehow that left me grinning as well.
Five minutes later, Jasmine walked in with an unbelievably large tray of a full course meal. Appetizers, deserts, meals in different styles and drinks.
My stomach growled again, but I didn't have the time to hide in embarrassment this time. I simply went with the flow, until I got a number of appetizers down.
Maybe it was the appetizer, or the new found assurance Alexander just gave me, or the fact that he was watching me eat. I had no idea. But my appetite was bigger today than ever, for someone who claimed she wasn't hungry barely fifteen minutes ago.
After I finished eating, Alexander remained in the room while Jasmine prepared my bath. I assured her I was fine and that I could take care of myself and luckily, she let it go.
I couldn't risk anyone finding out about my cycles right now. Not even Jasmine.
I got dressed and when I got out, Alexander was still right there, seated on my bed like he belonged there.
"It's already late, Alexander. Aren't you leaving?" I asked and it wasn't until he set the book aside that I realized he'd been checking out the erotic novel I left on my bed.
My eyes widened and I literally bolted to the bed to get the book far out of sight.
"Why were you checking out my book?!" My voice came out mortified, my face flushing deep pink as I glared at him.
"I had no idea I'd find you reading something 'non-medical' , little mate. You can't blame me for how unbelievably naughty you are." He shrugged and holy lights I wanted the grounds to open up and swallow me whole.
"I... I'm... It's time to go to bed, Alexander. I assure you I can take care of myself, so you can leave now" I stuttered, hoping he spared me the embarrassment and just left.
But he had nothing of such in mind.
"You're going with me." He said calmly and I dropped the book, blinking at him like he'd suddenly grown horns.
"What?! No!"
"You're sleeping with me in my room tonight" he said, more deliberately and my jaw fell open, literally. Dread coiled in my stomach.
"Sleep with you?..." I repeated, imagining us on the bed, making the hell out, and then him proceeding to fuck me, only to realize I was having my menstrual cycle.
I might just murder myself in cold blood if things ever turn out that way.
"Yes, sleep. The harmlss kind that doesn't include me fucking your sanity out of your head. What in Hades' hell were you thinking?"