Chapter 3: Craving my d*ck already?

After taking a relaxing bath in the washroom and applying medication to the bruises on her face with Amalia’s help. Reina returned to her room and was enveloped by the tantalizing scent of sizzling tortillas, eggs, and bacon. Her gaze fell upon a tray holding covered dishes of food and orange juice, as well as a jug of water resting on the table in the corner. However, the maid she thought had brought it was nowhere to be seen. What Reina didn't know was that another maid had taken it upon herself to bring her fresh food, as a form of last respect before she left and also because the previous maid had failed to do so.

"Madam, please get dressed and enjoy your meal. I will go and join the others with the household chores, but rest assured, I'll leave the door open for your convenience should you need to use the washroom. I'll check in on you to see if there's anything else you need," Amalia said. Reina responded with a nod and a warm smile as Amalia made her exit.

The moment Amalia left the room, Reina sank onto her bed, tears streaming down her bruised face. She tried to conceal her pains. She didn't want to show how broken she was in front of everyone, especially her dear husband. But now she couldn't hold in any longer. It hurts—it hurts so bad. Why? Why did this keep happening to her? Why did she have to endure the agony of rejection over and over again because of who her parents were? Despite her efforts to be kind to everyone, in a twisted turn, she ended up being labeled as a bad person due to her privileged upbringing. She used to hide from her guards, seeking solace in the restroom, crying until her eyes were swollen. 

Bianca was the one who comforted her and encouraged her to face the world. But stupid her; little did she know Bianca was the one tarnishing her reputation all along. Reina felt foolish for trusting Bianca and blindly following her lead. No wonder everyone favored her. Bianca was seen as an angel, while she was always regarded as the evil bully; even when she defended someone, they were rather bullying.

"Mother, father, I miss you. Why did you have to leave me? Everything felt right when you were by my side, but like everyone else, you abandoned me too. I'm exhausted. I feel like I'm a disappointment to everyone," Reina whispered through tears, burying her tear-stained face in her pillow. She kept crying her heart out, muttering muffled words till she eventually drifted off to sleep. 

Reina tried not to let the current situation affect her negatively. Yet, they triggered memories of her childhood trauma and the therapy sessions she had to undergo to overcome her past fears. So despite her efforts to remain calm, she found herself succumbing to her past anxieties.

 

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Reina's room was enveloped in darkness when she woke up. She sat up just as her stomach began to rumble. Heaving a long sigh, she got up and went to switch on the light to illuminate the room. Looking around, she realized she didn't have a chair in her room. Her new room was sparsely furnished. Since only her clothes and other belongings were sent to her new room—her desk, vanity, and armchair—she usually relaxed to read her favorite books. None of these were sent to her new room. Her only form of seating now was the single bed they gave her. She felt a pang of disappointment at the lack of familiar comforts. 

Reina approached the small table with the food, kneeled down, and began to eat. She was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions with every bite she took; tears were threatening to fall down her face, but she looked up, trying to hold them back as she chewed her meal; she wasn't going to cry; she wasn't going to give anyone the benefit of seeing her cry again. Thinking about how her life had turned out, she was suddenly filled with the urge to laugh at her own situation—how pathetic she has become.

Firstly, the food she was eating was cold, but she couldn't go out and get it reheated; secondly, she was kneeling to eat; thirdly, she was rejected and alone; she had no one to call; her only relative was an aunt she didn't know was dead or alive. Her father told her that her aunt decided to leave home after the death of their parents. She was never heard of again.

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Reina was finishing her meal when the creaking sound of her door opening caught her attention. She turned to see Lucas standing at her doorway, his gaze silently taking in her room before settling on her.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment; Lucas took in her swollen, bruised face with an emotionless expression. But then his gaze shifted downward and his expression darkened. Following his line of sight, Reina realized she was completely naked. Flustered, she attempted to cover herself, but Lucas just smirked at her action, his face suddenly clouded with anger as if he had been triggered by something, and said. “There’s nothing on that body of yours I haven’t seen before, and it’s disgusting; every minute spent with you was torture, you slut.”

“I won’t let you insult me, Lucas; you of all shouldn’t call me that; I gave you my first,” Reina said in a hurt voice as she got up and walked to her bed, picking up the towel and wrapping it around her. 

Lucas couldn't tear his hungry gaze away from Reina as she gracefully rose and made her way to her bed. Despite his inner turmoil and the satisfaction he derived from making Reina feel unattractive and insecure about her own beauty, he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth. Reina, true to her name, exuded an air of regal beauty. Her captivating figure, alluring curves, her graceful contours, her tantalizing touch, and her very presence were tempting. She was a seductress, and any well-functioning man is sure to spot a boner if he gets a glimpse of her alluring beauty; no wonder she wasn't a virgin.

But the fact that she made him believe she was a virgin. Fuck her for pretending to be innocent; he was a man, and he knew she had been intimate with other men before, even though she was tight as fuck. And the countless nights she would sleep snuggle up with him in bed, but called out another man’s name, professing her love for him. ‘So how dare she still lie to his face again?!’ With fury burning inside him, Lucas closed the distance to Reina in just a few long strides.

“You gave me your first?! You fucking loose whore! To let your parents think you’re decent, after sleeping around, you make me take the fall for you like you always do!” Lucas said as he gripped Reina's jaw harshly. 

Tears ran down Reina's face at how hard Lucas was gripping her jaw, and she was also hurt by his words. ‘Sleeping around? Her? Pretending to be a virgin?’ 

“What are you talking about? You are the only man I had intimacy with.” Reina managed to say with how tightly Lucas was gripping her jaw. 

Lucas looked at the genuine look in Reina's eyes and said, “Such an amazing actress you are; I would have believed you if I didn’t know you better. A scheming, loose bitch!” Lucas said, pushing her away. She dropped onto her bed with tears streaming down her face.

‘How is it possible? She wasn’t a virgin? But when she and Lucas had sex for the first time, it was painful. Even though it didn't hurt like she had imagined from how she heard from the girl in her class, even Bianca. They said being disvirgined felt like being torn in two halves, but in her case, it wasn’t. Did that mean Lucas is telling the truth?’ Reina snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her door clicking shut.

“If what you're saying is true, then who was it? Who was the man that took my virginity? Why don't I remember?” Looking into the empty space where Lucas had been standing earlier, Reina whispered to herself.

Reina got dressed and made her way to the kitchen. Amalia told her she would check on her, but since she woke up, she didn't hear from her. Reina thought maybe she did come when she was asleep. But she felt something was off on stepping into the living room; her suspicions were confirmed when she entered the kitchen and didn't see any of the maids around. Just as she finished cleaning the dirty dishes she bought, she heard the sound of footsteps in the living room and went to check; it was Lucas and Victor.

After they finished speaking, Victor turned to leave but paused when he caught sight of Reina standing at the kitchen entrance. He grinned tauntingly at her before continuing to exit the room.

Lucas, who had his back to Reina, followed Victor's gaze and noticed Reina standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He strolled over to her with one hand casually tucked in the pocket of his white sweatpants. He was wearing a black shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest hair and the well-defined muscles of his upper body straining against the fabric. Reina, who was looking at Lucas dazely as he strode towards her, unconsciously brought out her tongue and moistened her lips. Lucas, on noticing Reina's reaction, reacted with a knowing smirk. He was pleased to see that he still had an undeniable effect on Reina. Lucas asked with a grin upon reaching Reina. “Craving my dick already?”

“Huh?” Reina asked with a perplexed expression as she looked at Lucas, who was standing in front of her, surprised when he even got there. “Stop pretending; I know you want me to fuck.” Lucas said, his eyes moving to Reina exposed cleavage, he cursed inwardly, when he felt his cock twitched. He’s hard; he's fucking lusting on Reina again. The reason why he abruptly left her room a few minutes ago was because he was fucking hard; he thought he had gotten over her after the conversation with Victor; guess he was wrong.

“I would rather die than be in the mood to have you touch me with that... trash,” Reina said, her eyes moving to Lucas' lower body. However, her eyes widened when she noticed the bulge in his pants; he was hard. Or maybe she was mistaken. 

Lucas exploded at Reina's words, his jaw clenched; she fucking insulted his pride as a man. ‘Did she know the number of women that want him to fuck them with what she just referred to as trash? Or has she forgotten how she used to enjoy sex with him? Or today's turn of events caused her to suffer a memory loss?’ 

“How dare you, a fucking slut, insult me?!” He growled, wrapping his fingers around her neck and pinned her to the wall, his body pressing against her petite frame, and fuck, he felt blood rushing down his already erected cock. “You enjoyed it when I fucked you senseless with it; you were a fucking moaning mess; remember how you screamed my name? Or do you want me to remind you?!”

“No…” Reina coughed out, “I don't need you to remind me of all the fake moans I made... whenever we had sex, of all the men I had sex with, you are the only one with the lowest stamina; who… knows if Bianca also thinks the same?" Reina said, with the intention of hurting Lucas pride; after all, he believes she had been with countless men; what wrong in using his own words against him?

Lucas' hand around Reina's neck faltered, and she inhaled deep breath, sighing in relief. However, Lucas tightened his grip around her neck again. “Why don't we confirm then?” he asked through gritted teeth. 

"No, I don't want to!" Reina protested, pushing Lucas on the chest, but Lucas pinned her wrists above her head. Succumbing to his desire, he started grinding his erection against her. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for the emotions hidden within her gaze, as he quickened the pace at which he was grinding his painful erection that was straining to be let out of his pants against her. 

His body tense up, and he let out a throaty groan from the pleasure surging through him. He wanted release; he wanted more than just grinding her; he wanted to penetrate her tight and addictive pussy, which he has gotten addicted to but would never let her know. He leaned in to kiss her, and his heart wavered when he noticed the bruise on the spot he was going to kiss, but Reina turned away, his lips landing on her neck. He took a long drag, inhaling her, and damn, she smelled like always—rose and jasmine. He began sucking on her neck, and without warning, he bit her, intending to elicit a moan from her. 

Reina was caught off guard when Lucas started rubbing his erection against her pussy, igniting a spark between her legs. This was wrong; she didn't provoke him for this. Because as much as she hated him, she spent the past year with him in the same room; her body had become responsive to his touch, and she could already feel the pleasure building up inside her; she was going to cum any moment. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the wall as she tried to steady her emotions.

However, she bit her lips when a loud moan almost slipped them. ‘Did Lucas just bite her neck?’ Just then a glimpse of how Lucas threw scorching hot coffee on her, how he kicked her, and how he was kissing and squeezing Bianca's ass flashed through her mind. Filled with rage, Reina lifted her leg, her knee connecting Lucas' erection. Lucas let out a pained grunt as he quickly pulled away, his hands reaching between his legs to relieve the discomfort.

“You bitch, your nanny is as good as DEAD!” Lucas snarled. 

“You won't touch her; it you who started harassing me; it was self-defense.” Reina retorted. Lucas looked at Reina with a grinned at her words and said, “I'm your fucking husband! I have the right to do as I please with you!”

“No, you stopped being my husband the moment you hit me; you stopped being my husband the moment I found out you have been fucking my best even before we got married; and lastly, you stopped being my husband when I found out you married me for revenge; you never saw me as your wife!” Reina yelled. Lucas, who was listening to Reina with clenched teeth, hurled toward her to shove her against the wall when Bianca spoke from behind them.

“Is she refusing to get ready for the party?” Bianca asked, and Reina looked at her face and back at Lucas' face with a perplexed expression.