Page 27 of Sold to the Devil
What is he playing at?
“Where did you get this superhuman strength from?” He asks in a menacing whisper.
I shrug, refusing to tell him about the words my blood from in the cup whispered yesterday. I don't trust him. He tightens his grip on my throat in warning, and I shiver again. How can my body crave his touch so much? I hate it. Of course, he notices, and the desire returns to his darkened eyes.
“Do you like my hand around your throat, my love?” He whispers, his voice tinged with mockery and lust. “You can look at me with hatred all you want, Aelys, but that doesn't change the fact that you desire me as much as I desire you.”
His lips brush against mine, but don't touch, and my heart rate quickens. He trails them down my jaw, trailing kisses to my ear. I bite back a moan and fight the urge to press my legs together to soothe the burning sensation in my core. I don't know if I'm reacting like this because he's the first person to touch me this way, or if I've completely lost it.
How can I let it affect me like this?
He kisses me behind the ear, right on my sensitive spot, and I almost squeal. I stifle any sound by biting my lip hard, drawing blood. His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, his voice hardening again.
“I didn't like the little show you gave us yesterday. Kissing my brother? Really, my love?”
He lets his wand slide down my thigh, stroking it gently. The wood is cold and I freeze as I shiver. From fear or anticipation, I'm not sure. All I know is that I want to see what he'll do. It's stupid, I know. He'll think I'm giving in too easily, but I’m not going to. No matter how turned on I am, he won't touch me today. His head dips into the curve of my neck and he presses his lips to my skin. Another shiver runs down my spine, and I bite my lip harder, feeling the metallic taste of my blood invade my mouth. If I let out a moan, he wins, and that won't happen.
I close my eyes as I feel his tongue and teeth lick and nip at my skin, fighting myself harder to maintain control.
“Give in, love. I know you want this,” he mumbles against my neck as he presses yet another kiss to it.
I feel his wand leave my thigh and hear it click as it falls to the ground. I frown in confusion, but gasp when I feel his large hand replace it. My heart skips a beat before racing.
I feel him smile against my skin, victorious, and goosebumps rise as his fingertips begin to move up my thigh, slowly moving up to my innermost core. His fingers brush against the clothed area near my clitoris and I can't hold back a moan. I curse myself as I feel his smirk widen.
He won. Shit.
I think he's going to stop, but he doesn't, moving his fingers against my clit again through the fabric of my underwear, this time with more pressure. I moan again before coming back to reality, my eyes snapping open. My hands rest on his chest and I push, willing him to move away. Surprisingly, he doesn't retaliate and pulls back, his hand leaving my core, his eyes scanning my face carefully.
Lust still swirls in his dark eyes, along with something else and confusion. I don't know what it is, but I feel my stomach twist warmly at the sight. I swallow, avoiding his gaze, unable to face him without feeling ashamed. Nevertheless, I remain unyielding.
“I won't let you have me while you were with another girl last night, Mattheo,” I say loudly. “I won't be the other woman. Not today, not ever.”
He remains silent, but I can still feel his gaze on me. I hate myself for letting him touch me like that, so I take a minute to steady my breathing while he doesn't say a word. I muster the courage to look him in the eyes, surprised by the emotions dancing in his irises.
“I won't be that kind of woman, Mattheo. You can't use me as you please,” I add, feeling my anger return quickly. “Now, if you want to play this game, fine. Let's play.”
He frowns, but I don't give him a chance to reply as I push past him and hurry out of the room. I didn't have time to put on shoes, but I don't care. I'm not going back to that dorm.
I leave building G and curse under my breath when my bare feet hit the cold floor as I quicken my pace toward building F. I head straight for my cousin's dorm, praying to the gods that she's still there and not in the main hall having breakfast. I knock on her door and sigh in relief when she opens it a few seconds later. She immediately opens the door wide, allowing me to enter.
“Everything alright?” She asks softly, worried.
I nod before flopping onto the edge of her bed and looking into her green irises, mine burning with confusion and anger.
“I think I'm fucked, Nance.”
CHAPTER 12
Mattheo
I stare at the door in disbelief as she leaves. I have so many questions that only she can answer. Obviously, she's not about to. I tug harshly at my hair in frustration.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my voice wavering.
I hate how I feel around her. I hate that I have to marry her. But I also hate that she kissed my brother in front of me. I despise the way everyone's eyes were on her at the party, the way they all stared at her while she was wearing that dress. I don't understand what I'm feeling, and it's killing me.
All I know is anger. The anger that consumes me all the time and has since I was born.
