Chapter 184 Body Betrayal

Chapter 184 Body Betrayal
Lila POV

I wasn't sure what to expect from Draven anymore.

Sometimes, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and there were moments when his voice softened, when his actions were gentle, and when he treated me with the kind of respect I had spent so long craving.

In those moments, it was easy to forget everything else and believe there was a good side to him but then, just as quickly, that side would disappear.

At other times, he seemed like a complete sadist, someone who could look at me with coldness and take everything I had been given away without a second thought and that was what confused me most about him.

He gave me the gentleness and respect I craved, making me feel seen and valued for a moment, only to take it away with the snap of a finger and when he did, the fall was brutal.

One moment, I felt like I mattered then the next, I was reduced to nothing.

He fucked me harder than he ever had on the couch, making me bleed a little. When he was finished, he pulled on his pants and walked out without saying a word to me. He finished his business, and then our conversation was
dismissed.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not wanting to see him after our argument. I didn’t want to see his face, and I certainly didn’t want him to see mine.

He fucked me like a whore, pressing my face into the cushion with my ass in the air but then something terrible happened, he made me come and I hid it as best I could, but I suspected he knew because he always knew.

Now I was ashamed, embarrassed that I enjoyed a man who treated me like an
object instead of a human. What was wrong with me?

The chef knocked on my bedroom door the next day. “Breakfast is served, miss.”

I stared at the solid wood door from my seat on the bed. I’d been locked inside my bedroom all evening, spending my time watching TV or reading.

The last thing I wanted to do was sit across from Draven like everything was fine. “I’m not hungry.”

He footsteps didn’t sound against the floor. He stayed in the exact same spot. “Draven is expecting you.”

“I don’t give a damn what he expects.” I ran my fingers through my hair, hoping Draven wouldn’t burst through the door the second the chef told him the news. It forced my heart rate to spike in fear, even though I shouldn’t be afraid of that man.

The chef sigh was audible through the door. “Alright, miss.” His footsteps faded away and I waited ten minutes for Draven presence to fill the hallway and leak through the crack in the doorway, but it never came. When thirty minutes came and went, I knew he wasn’t coming.

My stomach growled, but I ignored it and I spent the next few hours watching TV and reading before I went back to bed. I washed my face, threw my hair in a bun, and then pulled the covers back on my perfectly made bed so I could slip beneath the sheets, that’s when I heard his footsteps.

Just like in Jurassic Park when the dinosaur’s heavy footfalls could be seen in the vibration of the water, an ominous feeling spread over me. My pulse quickened in my neck, and I stared at the door as I waited.

I didn’t have a lock on my door, which I was certain was intentional. There was nothing that could stop him from getting to me.
In a fluid motion, he opened the door and stepped inside.

He was only in his sweatpants, his torso a wall of muscle, valleys, and tanned skin. All of his
muscles shifted and moved together as he walked. He didn’t need a crown on his head or a ten-thousand-dollar suit on his body to look powerful even when he was reduced to nothing but skin, he was a powerful man .

Eyes trained on me as he approached my bed and then pulled down his sweats and boxers at the same time. His enormous cock popped out, nine inches of length and more than a few inches of girth. The first few times we’d had sex, it hurt and that probably wasn’t normal, but I think his large size was responsible
for my prolonged discomfort.

I didn’t resist because there was no point. It didn’t matter how pissed I was, he would get what he wanted. He’d dominated me just a few hours ago, putting himself in charge and reminding me just how insignificant I was.

Draven threw back the covers over my legs and then dragged me to the edge of the bed until my ass hung over the mattress. I was in a long nightdress, so he pulled off my panties and hiked the dress over my tits then he directed his fat crown against my entrance and pushed inside.

I tensed at the intrusion, my body resisting the initial push. He stretched me wide apart, pushing my body to new limits. He made me feel fuller than I’d ever felt, his cock pushing on all my walls and making me squeeze around
him.

Draven stood at the bedside like a statue of a powerful solider. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, getting me perfectly situated so he could thrust and enjoy me.

I breathed through the stretch, felt my body trying to acclimate to his.enormity. He paused as he stared down at me, his cold gaze commanding me with just the strength of his look. He reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around my neck, making it abundantly clear I was his to enjoy. He didn’t squeeze me, just tightened his grasp enough to feel my pulse. The veins on his hands and forearms popped with his maneuvers, the chiseled lines of his muscle noticeable even in the darkness then he thrust, moving inside me at a steady pace.

Draven rocked the bed with his.movements, making it shake as he moved his dick through my tightness. At.first, it was rough but I felt my body loosen as I rocked with him, felt my
wetness emerge and sheathe him and I looked at the ceiling, embarrassed that my body would betray me so coldly.