Page 74 of Sold to the Devil
Once he's finished smoking, he closes the window and runs a hand through his hair to fix it, but all he manages to do is ruffle it even more, making me giggle.
Unfortunately, laughing causes my cramps to return, and I wince slightly. I get up from the bed before grabbing another pair of menstrual panties and disappearing into the bathroom.
Once I'm finished, I head back into the bedroom. I frown when I see Mattheo holding a letter in his hands. When it burns after he finishes reading it, I let out a heavy sigh, immediately understanding what it is.
“This is crazy. You can't leave the Academy today. Not after the news of Jones's death. Dawson or O'Connor might find it suspicious if you disappeared after such an event. Their overdose theory might be called into question.”
“I can teleport from our dorm,” he sighs then enters the bathroom.
I frown when I hear him turn on the shower, his voice echoes as he continues, “But you have to stay here and definitely not go out. If anyone comes to ask you where I am, tell them I'm in the shower. Okay?”
I nod and he stands up, giving me a quick kiss, then disappearing in a cloud of black smoke.
I look around our dorm, unsure of what to do now that I'm alone. I don't feel like reading and I can't go out.
Maybe I should read the document Mattheo found on how to activate my shapeshifting side…
My gaze falls on my fiancé's pack of cigarettes and I bite my lower lip, wondering whether or not to try. He'll probably be pissed if he sees me smoking, but…
Oh, well, he's not here now, is he?
I quickly retrieve a cigarette and place it between my lips. I light it and inhale the smoke, letting it fill my lungs before exhaling it in a thick cloud of white smoke. This isn't my first time smoking. I've stolen cigars and cigarettes from my father a few times at home, but it wasn't that often.
I sit down on the desk chair and grab the pile of papers carelessly placed in the middle. Mattheo has finally found a book explaining the procedure for activating my shapeshifting side in the archives of the Academy library. However, to preserve the secret, he didn't borrow it. He simply photocopied the most relevant passages and put the book back as if nothing had happened.
I take a drag on the cigarette and begin reading, curious and excited at the thought of finally being able to awaken the animal within me.
I jump when a few minutes later, Mattheo reappears in our room. I quickly stand up and put my hand behind my back, doing my best to hide my cigarette—the second one. I smile shyly and innocently as his eyes fall on me. His features automatically soften when he sees me.
“Hey. So, what did your father want?”
He frowns and narrows his eyes, inspecting me carefully. I swallow, knowing the cigarette is still lit, which means there's smoke in the room—more specifically, behind my back—and it smells too. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, an authoritative expression on his face.
“Are you smoking?”
“Hm, no?” I grit my teeth and hold back a grimace because it sounds more like a question than a statement.
He chuckles and in two steps, he's right in front of me, his hand disappearing behind my back and snatching the cigarette from my hand. He holds it between our faces, one eyebrow still raised and a scowl on his face. I sigh in defeat then smile softly, making myself look as innocent as possible.
“No? So what is this, darling?”
“A cigarette?” I mumble in a small voice, now avoiding his gaze.
His free hand grabs my chin and he forces me to look at him. His face softens as I pout, doing my best to coax him. He sighs and tosses the cigarette into the ashtray, then tenderly cups my face in his palms.
“I don't want you to smoke, my angel. You'll destroy your pretty lungs.”
“That's rich coming from you. You smoke!” I giggle, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes, pouting.
His eyes darken and his jaw tightens, making me swallow. My thighs clench uncontrollably, and I feel the heat spread through my body, deep inside.
“Drop the attitude or I'll put your pretty mouth to better use,” he spits.
I bite my lower lip to hold back a moan. We can't have sex since I'm on my period, but we both know I can still please him. And oh my god, do I want to. I love hearing him moan, grunt and whimper too much to deny him anything. But I also know he'll never force me to do it if I tell him I don't want to.
As much as he loves being the dominant one in our relationship, he respects me just as much. He treats me like a fucking goddess all the time. Even when he becomes a jerk when he's jealous or drunk, he still respects me enough to consider my desires.
Mattheo Rigast is not a good man, it's true, but he's better than most of them.
