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He opens the carrier, letting my snake slip out and slide inside the terrarium, exploring her new space. She seems happy with her new habitat, leaving my heart swell with happiness.
CHAPTER 3
Aelys
Mattheo turns away, letting her do what she wants. His chocolate eyes land on me, and he frowns. He takes long steps toward me, his hand gripping my chin harshly. I wince in pain from the strength of his grip, but he doesn't loosen it. His brown orbs darken, and I feel my heart rate increase as nervousness floods my body. He doesn't speak, analyzing my face, his piercing gaze staring in my own brown eyes.
What did I do to make him angry? Were my cheeks still red? I feel a slight pressure in my mind and my eyes widen when I realize what this means.
He's reading my mind, probably looking at my memories from a few minutes ago. He was going to know that Arthur had kissed my cheek.
I stiffen, bracing myself for the storm that's about to unleash itself on me. His eyes darken even more, the brown disappearing completely to let black take its place. His grip on my chin tightens, and I whimper in pain. It makes him grin devilishly and I can't help but fear him at that moment.
Not just his words, buthim.
“Are you already taking my advice from last night, darling?” He growls, low.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. What is he talking about? He chuckles darkly before leaning in, his nose brushing against mine.
“Have you already forgotten?” He snorts, mocking, before clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Not even a day here and you're already spreading your legs for Leroi. Pathetic. You could have done better, darling.”
My eyes widen even more and I try to escape his grasp, but to no avail. I knew he didn't value our friendship, but accusing me of sleeping with him is crazy! Especially after a kiss on the cheek.
Fear and confusion consume me completely. He hates me and doesn't want to be my husband, but he can't bear the thought of another man showing me affection. I'm lost.
This man is a mystery I can't seem to solve and it's starting to drive me crazy. He laughs again, his hand moving down to my throat, squeezing it, applying light pressure so I can still breathe but also feel like being choked. I try to catch my breath, but he squeezes harder, careful not to squeeze too hard and make me lose consciousness.
My hands grip his, trying to free myself, but I'm no match for his strength and he doesn't flinch. I want to tell him that nothing happened between Arthur and me, but I can barely breathe, so talking is out of the equation.
“Got something to say, slut?” He purrs, voice mocking.
My mouth opens, but again no sound comes out. He leans in closer, his lips brushing my jaw and moving towards my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, and I don't know if it's fear or something completely different. My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid it'll burst out of my ribcage. I shiver once more as his hot breath tickles my ear.
“You want me to tell the Dark Mage what a slut you are? I'm sure he'll be delighted to learn that you're running into Leroi's arms with your legs open instead of doing what he asks. You know, marrying me, his son. Giving him, and me, an heir.”
I gasp for air again and he loosens his grip a little, allowing me to say a few words.
“I will never disappoint the Dark Mage. Never!” I plead, my voice hoarse.
He snickers disdainfully and brings his face back to mine, his nose and lips brushing my jaw again. Another shiver runs down my spine, and I hope he doesn't notice. His brown eyes are still dark as he searches mine.
“You're expected to be a slut for my use and mine alone. Understand?”
I want to scream that I'm not a slut or a toy for him to use whenever he wants, but I know that would be a lie. My father sold me to the Devil by offering my hand to the Dark Lord's son to ensure his loyalty—so he can do whatever he wants with me.
I realized the night before that he wasn't going to treat me well, but I never thought he'd use me to satisfy his needs like I am a whore. I only hope he doesn't rape me, but I don't know what to expect. He's the Dark Mage's son, and he made it pretty clear that I am a toy he can use without asking permission.
My fists clench as I fight the urge to vomit at the thought of being raped just to give them an heir. I feel the same pressure in my head as before, and he laughs evilly.
“Don't worry, my love. I won't rape you. You'll be the one begging me to fuck you or even suck my cock,” he kisses me on the cheek and I stiffen, taken aback. He smiles, his dark eyes piercing mine.
“I won't have to force you to do anything darling, but in the end, I'll still have you on your knees with your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
My eyes widen at his words and I can't help but feel aroused by his crude words. What the hell is wrong with me? His hand leaves my throat, and in an instant, he's gone into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it. I take a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
It takes me five long minutes before I can move my feet. I head to the dressing room and put on pajamas, wanting to disappear under the sheets and maybe not wake up the next day. I'll take a shower in the morning when he comes out of the room. Besides, he's already in the bathroom and I really don't want to wait for him to come out.
That would mean I'd have to look at him, and I know I can't do that. I'm too ashamed of myself to be turned on by his degradation. He called me a slut and told me I'd end up begging him to fuck me, and the worst part is, I want that to happen. I don't understand my reaction.
