Page 45 of Sold to the Devil
I sniff as I walk back to the bedroom side of the dorm. I don't look at him and walk over to my trunk, which I still haven't unpacked, and start rummaging through it, looking for my journal. I remember packing it, but where the hell is it?
“Are you okay? You seem a little… angry?”
I hear the confusion in his voice and my irritation grows along with my fear of being disappointed by his actions.
Touching me earlier must have turned him on, and I didn't do anything to help. What if he decides to find another partner to do it with?
“I'm fine. Over the fucking moon, even,” I spit, rolling my eyes.
Thank God he can't see me because then he'd know I'm not okay. I just hope he doesn't invade my mind.
Again.
I hear him sigh before his footsteps echo through the room, and soon enough, his hand gently grabs my arm, turning me around to face him. A confused, concerned pout stretches his full lips, and I mentally curse myself for finding him so attractive.
“Okay, what is it?”
“I told you. Nothing,” I huff in annoyance.
I try to escape his grasp but he rolls his eyes and pulls me closer to him, one arm wrapping around my waist as the hand that had been holding my arm comes up to grip my jaw.
“This won't work if we're not honest with each other, angel. So tell me what's wrong.”
I roll my eyes and giggle, my frustration with my insecurities growing. He frowns as he looks into my eyes, confused and worried. I see the moment when realization hits him and his lips press into a thin line.
“You don't believe me when I say I'll be with Leroi.”
“I don't know. Do I?” I spit sarcastically, my tone more venomous than I intended.
He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. It makes butterflies flutter in my lower stomach, and I feel my anger slowly dissipate. I sigh and place my hands on his chest, leaning further into his touch as his hand leaves my jaw to cup my cheek.
“Listen, I'm sorry, it's just... You really hurt me and I can't help but be afraid you'll do it again…” I admit in a small voice, closing my eyes, ashamed.
His other hand leaves my waist and moves to the other side of my face. His forehead moves away from mine and he lifts my head so I can look into his eyes. His gaze is soft, full of tenderness and affection, making my heart skip a beat.
“No matter how many times you need me to tell you, I will: I'm sorry I did this to you, angel. I regret fucking that bitch and I've never regretted doing anything before,” he sighs before letting out a humorless laugh. “You want to know something ?”
I nod, uncertain but curious, so he continues in a raspy voice.
“I wanted you to be the one sliding down my cock that day. That's when I knew I was fucked and that you had me wrapped around your finger. Fuck, I hated it, but now I don't know if I do anymore,” he shrugs playfully, feigning innocence.
I blush brightly and he chuckles slyly again before crushing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. He then pulls me closer to him, letting me rest my head against his chest as he holds me tight against his muscular body.
“Do you feel how fast my heart is beating, angel?”
I nod and he tenderly kisses the top of my head.
“It's because of you. My heart isyours, Aelys.”
A blissful smile tugs at my lips as I hug him tighter. I exhale a breath of relief. I feel safe in his arms ; it feels good.
We stay like that for a few more minutes before he pulls away and places a quick kiss on my lips.
“I have to go find Leroi. The girls should be here any minute. I'll see you during dinner, okay?”
I nod and he kisses my forehead before leaving the room, winking at me as he closes the door. I chuckle and shake my head a little.
Idiot.
