Chapter 92: A room

While they journeyed, apart from Casimir picking up a few calls and asking the driver questions, the car remained silent.

Leia could not help dozing off amidst the journey, waking up to see that they were not anywhere close to their destination.

After ten long hours of driving, Casimir ordered a stop. They found a hotel large enough to accommodate them all and were now lodged in.

“Where have they reached?” Casimir asked Lucien, who stood beside him inside the room he was now lodged in with Leia.

Leia sat at the balcony, not wanting to be in the same space as Casimir, even for a second. She had asked for her own room, but Casimir once again used his power over her and refused.

“They are close to the North and should join Alpha Damien’s men who are already stationed there soon,” Lucien reported, earning a nod from Casimir, whose gaze was glued on Leia sitting at the balcony.

Noticing Casimir’s struggle, Lucien suggested, “Instead of acting like you don’t care, why don’t you tell her how you feel? She might agree to wait till you can finally tell her everything.”

“She does not look like she would be willing to wait. I would rather have her hate me than have her worried all the time,” he answered, averting his gaze.

“Any losses so far?” Casimir asked, changing the topic, and Lucien hesitated before answering.

…

Away from everyone, Rhea sat at the bar counter as she indulged in a drinking spree. Whenever she remembered how stupid she felt at the court, it only made her angrier and wanted to drink more.

“Hey, bartender, do you have brandy?” She asked, calling out to him. He nodded, “Just a sec,” and moved to get what she needed.

“Make it a double shot,” she ordered, and he mixed the shot.

“How dare he keep me in the dark,” she muttered, downing the shot in one go.

“Two more!” She ordered, drinking them one by one.

“More,” she kept calling, until the bartender grew concerned and stopped mixing any more alcohol.

“You might be a werewolf, but taking so much strong liquor will have consequences. Why don’t I give you something light and sweet for a change?” He suggested, genuinely concerned.

Scoffing at his kind-hearted help, she questioned, “Why? Do you see me as someone unable to handle the truth too? Or someone not patient enough to stick to a plan? Are you looking down on me as well?!” Yelling, putting the bartender in a difficult position.

Looking around, he smiled to assure those staring that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, then quietly said, “You are drunk. Did you come with anyone?”

“Drunk?!” She exclaimed, rising to her feet and staggering as she pointed a finger at him, causing the bartender to grow nervous.

“Okay, fine. You are not drunk. I will pour you whatever you want. Drink as much as you like,” he said, not wanting to escalate the situation further.

“What?!!! You just did it again…looked down on me. How dare you?! Do you know who I am??” She yelled, fully drawing the attention of everyone in the bar.

“What are you doing to her?”

“Give the lady what she wants!”

“Leave her alone!”

“I did nothing to her,” the bartender tried to explain, but no one listened.

“I am going to have you beheaded. Do you know who I am?! I am… mmmmmmm…” the rest of her words came out mumbled as a hand was placed over her mouth.

“I am her husband. I apologize for any inconvenience,” Rio announced, and the gaze on them began reducing.

“How much for everything she drank?” Rio asked the bartender.

“She paid a lot in advance. I would be the one giving her change,” the bartender answered.

“Keep it. Take it as a tip,” Rio said and began dragging Rhea away.

“Ugh,” Rio groaned as her fangs sank into his palm, drawing out blood that made him withdraw his hand from her mouth.

“You filthy kidnapper, I am going to gun you down!” Staggering, Rhea threatened and began searching her body for her gun.

“Just how much did you drink to be this drunk?” He said, shaking his head at her.

“Ah ah!” She sang when she finally found her gun, bringing it out and pointing it at him.

“Ermm, why is this gun so small?” Squinting her eyes, she said, closing and opening them as she focused on the weapon in her hand.

“Because you are drunk, dumbo,” he answered and closed the distance between them, seizing her lips.

Rhea stilled, staring blankly with her hand stretching out, holding the gun.

Rio dropped his hand to the back of her neck, bringing her closer as he wrapped his other hand around her waist. Seeing as she was no longer struggling, he withdrew slightly and said, “Now you can see me,” smiling at her in a way that made her heart flutter.

“Rio,” she called and dropped the gun, her hands moving to the back of his head as she seized his lips.

Rio met her pace and even tightened his grip on her, both of them twirling until their backs met the wall.

They kissed each other like they were starved, greedily eating their lips like they were going to disappear if they didn’t hold onto each other.

Rio carried her up so she was now straddling him, letting her back rest against the wall as they deepened the kiss.

While they kissed, Rhea’s hand found his manhood, rubbing it against the fabric of his pants as she ground herself against him.

Rio’s manhood hardened, the need to be inside her increasing. Both of them, lost in the moment, ignored everything else and only focused on what mattered: themselves.

Rhea’s hand undid his belt, finding her way into his boxers as she began rubbing him, causing him to groan, his manhood bulging.

His hand found her pants and he tore them open, forgetting that they were in the corridor that led to the bar.

“Look at them; makes me wanna join them.” Onlookers passed, but both of them remained oblivious to their reality.

“Can’t they just get a room?”

“Fuck you, Rhea,” Rio groaned, letting her guide his manhood into her core.

Once it was in, Rio began thrusting, causing her to moan loudly, “Ahhh!!” Her hand gripped his hair tightly. Rio was too deep inside her to care about his hair being ripped out of his head.

“Uhhh!! Harder!” She yelled, straddling him even tighter.

“And yet you don’t want to give birth to my child,” he said in between thrusts, thrusting even deeper. He knew she resented him, detested him, but he was selfish enough to ignore her feelings. All he wanted was to own her and have her by his side. He tried forgetting her, but the bigger his ambitions grew, the bigger his desire for her became, which was weird. It was like he was under a spell she had put him under.

“I am coming, Rhea,” he informed her, but Rhea could care less what was happening; all she wanted was to be satisfied by him.