Chapter 27 Sleep with her
JADEN'S POV
"I know what you're thinking about, but it won't happen again," I spoke after staring at her for a pretty good time.
"Actions speak louder than words," she snarled out. There was no fear in her face. Even after everything she’d passed through, it was again pure and fierce anger. No she-wolf had that audacity.
"I will keep on punishing you until you know where you belong," I hissed out with my teeth gritted.
At my words, she took in a sharp breath, and her nostrils flared with anger.
"I wish they killed me," she said more to herself, but I heard her.
"That won't happen quicker. I will first make you relish in everything I give you... pain and pleasure both—until when you get pregnant," I spoke proudly.
"Starting from tonight," I continued before I walked away from her.
When she didn't respond, I took off my suit jacket and placed it on the hook. Silently, I strolled back toward her as I rolled the sleeves of my button-down shirt. Throughout the whole moment, she just angrily looked—and if looks could kill, I would have been ten feet under in the ground.
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KAREN'S POV
Left in black briefs, I glared at Jaden in awe. Of course, he wasn't ashamed, because he had proudly fucked Harriet in the bathroom, and yet he knew I was in the next room. Just like that, he turned on his heels and walked into his room, fetched a dark blue shirt, then walked back into mine. Without a word, he tossed it at me, and it landed beside me.
Throughout the moment, he looked so calm, as if he hadn't yelled at me a moment ago.
"How could he just be calm with what he was doing to me? What kind of sick psycho am I dealing with?" I inwardly asked myself as I stared at the dark blue shirt. I didn’t even know what he was up to.
"You can sleep in that. Hurry back," he lastly murmured and motioned me with his chin toward the bathroom.
Hearing him say that, I shifted my gaze from him, turned it to the shirt, then glared at him again. He was totally a sick psycho. As if waiting for my reply, he just stood there with his arms folded. His body was firm and lean. He honestly looked better without clothes, but it wasn't comforting—not even one bit.
"You like what you see?" he broke into the train of my thoughts.
"Not at all," I shook my head, then grabbed the shirt and headed for the bathroom. I heard him laugh as I closed the door, but I ignored him.
Once I was alone in the bathroom, I started to blubber like a baby. I sat on the floor against the door for the longest time, with my face buried in my knees and my ass on the cold floor. It was as if I was cursed. Crying was now my only solution.
I sat for a pretty good time, but eventually, I knew that I had to go back. Still, I didn’t stand up. I was thinking about it all. It was evidently showing that he could fuck me willingly or forcefully.
I soon heard the door being opened.
"Maybe he is gone," I face-palmed before I stood up, took off my dress, kept my bra and underwear on, then put the blue dress shirt on.
I lastly caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked so horrible. Tear tracks were on my face, my eyes were red, and my hair a disheveled mess.
I washed my face with hot water and a fluffy white washcloth that was on the vanity, then hung my clothes up on the hook beside the shower stall. I was now fine, but I couldn’t bear something, the shirt smelled like him, his cologne and it felt foreign to have that scent on me.
I felt bile rise in my throat at the idea of it, the idea of him clothing me in things that smelled like him. It all seemed so primitive, and I had to think of something to stop him.
After reprimanding myself, I took two big deep breaths and then hesitantly stepped back into the room, hoping by some miracle that the sound of him leaving was right.
But then I was proved wrong. The lights were off, but I could see his form on the bed. He was sitting up with the blankets down around his waist.
He was waiting for me.
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JADEN'S POV
I flicked the light off for a second as soon as she came out. When I saw her wearing my shirt, I thought I would totally combust and needed to turn off the light to regain my composure. She looked edible, and within a second, I decided that it would be a rule—that she would either sleep naked with me wrapped up around her or in clothes I had worn during the day so that she would smell like me.
I honestly didn't know where these sudden possessive feelings had come from. It was a mystery, but the second I decided to accept the fact that she was my mate, I wanted her for more than just one night. I suddenly became obsessed with the idea of having someone who is mine. Just mine. She was mine, my mate chosen by the moon goddess.
Right, she was a human, and I know it didn’t make sense because I could easily find any she-wolf who wanted to be mine. But for some reason, it wasn’t the same. She was far better than the strong she-wolves.
"New rule: you either wear something I have worn when you get ready for bed or you sleep nude," I spoke out before I moved to the center of the bed and lifted up the covers to welcome her into them.
"Do I have to come over and get you?" I asked again when I turned my gaze at her.
Just as expected, she just stood there, not moving but glaring angrily at me. I flicked the lamp back on and got out of the bed.
At the sight of me, she started to back up and then held out her palm at me.
"Can't I sleep alone? I don't know you... p... please, I’m..."
"This isn’t the time to know me. I’m not going to fuck you. We’re just going to sleep together," I replied calmly, loving the fact that she said please. That simple word struck a chord with my inner beast. She was finally slowly becoming obedient.
"Huh!" she let out a whimper and covered her mouth, trying to stifle it. Gone was the defiance she had before in her eyes. She was crumbling.
"Get in, or I will put you here myself," I said in a deep, serious voice.
"No, don’t," she shook her head at me, blowing her hair out of her eyes.