6

SIMONE.

Was he gone already?.

 I knew I was ungrateful, and I may have pushed further than I ought to, but I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I needed him to understand that I wouldn't fall for his trick like I had with Marcel.

That I wouldn't swoon after him, that I wouldn't foolishly put him as a first priority in hopes that with time he would love me, nor would I forget that I had no intentions to believe any word of affection that slid through his lips.

Yet I couldn't thug this nagging feeling I got out of my belly; I slid into my flip-flops. Turning the doorknob before slowly peeking out. The corridors were well lit; I almost couldn't tell it was nighttime.

His mansion was huge; I dared not go far,  there were no maids around; I could get lost easily, but I didn't want to stay alone. I somehow craved his comfort.

A loud screech eased through my lips as I flinched backwards, scared as fuck as I felt something brush  on my skin.

“It's just me.” His voice called out, I swallowed hard, my eyes pinned on him; he wasn't looking at me.

“I didn't say you could come out.” He blurted coldly, taking me by surprise. I felt stung at his words. Why?.

“Do you intend to lock me up as well?” I asked, pulling away from him. ”I'll leave now; I was worried I couldn't find you.” I asserted, and he nodded and said nothing else.

Making his way past me, I felt devastated. Why was he really leaving? Would he just let me return?.

“I'm hungry!” I blurted out, not thinking twice. I wanted him to be around me desperately.

“Aren't you worried I might poison you as well? Princess?” He teased, yet the weight of his words was heavy on me as I was closer to him, grazing his thumb across my lips. “See, you are scared,“ he added before finally turning away.

I parted my lips to argue, but nothing came forth.

"Fine. Come with me; I can help with a simple toast; you can watch me make dinner just so I wouldn't add wolfsbane or something of sorts to it.” He paused in his words and passed me a haughty look. I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, but I regret making those remarks in the bedroom.

He was cold to me, being petty all because I compared him with Marcel. I followed behind him in silence, not saying anything, and watched from the counter as he whisked around in the kitchen gracefully.

I gawked shamelessly at him, watching every single move he made, from the butter to the milk to the bread. He was beautiful. and thinking back to the heated night we shared, I knew he was more than perfect.. Why was he rumoured to be ruthless and cold? He had done nothing to scare me, so far.

"Goodnight, Simone,” he deadpanned, placing dinner before Me.

“yours? Aren't you having dinner as well?” I asked, but he only grumbled and waved me off.

“Giovanni stop!” I snapped, and he stopped in his tracks, turning to face me with a scowl on his face. “I'm sorry,” I yelled out, relieved that it was just the two of us and I could speak without being embarrassed that someone might eavesdrop.

“Sorry?” He asked, and I bit slowly against my lips, sighing aloud.

“You seem distant; was it because of something I said earlier?” 

A faint smile stretched on his lips, both of his arms folded across his chest.

“Is it?” He asked, Fuck! He was really petty.

I shook my head, running my fingers across my hair.

“Yes, I'm sorry I compared you to Marcel; I didn't mean to; I just... Well, I've been through a lot, okay? And it's normal for me to have my defence up, but don't be cold to me; it hurts me.”

His gaze softened as soon as I spoke; he reached toward my face, cupping my cheeks into his palms before replacing light pecks on both of my eyes.

“I'm sorry I made you worried, princess, but you hurt me first, and I swear by the moon goddess Simone, I am not gentle; I only left you to be because I felt you needed your solitude, and merely standing with you in this kitchen made my senses all jumbled up.”

“Don't stop now... Go on, say them all, everything you wish to." I cut into his words, not breaking my gaze off his. 

I wasn't scared of him; I wanted to know more. But not tonight; there was a heated tension between us that made me throb between my thighs, his gaze burning through my skin as he stared at me like some damned  prey of his. I love it!.

“I have plans for us; I intend to take it steady because of you, but don't test my patience, princess; it took every nerve in me not to bend you over that counter." Not to part your thighs and bury myself between that pink cunt of yours! Not to grab your neck and choke every life form while teasing you with my  fingers." He whispered hoarsely . 

Panting heavily, not averting his gaze.

Tingles ran down my spine;

“Look at me, Simone; your eyes keep them on me.” He urged me on reaching for my palms; he trailed my hands down between his cocks, and I could feel how hard he was causing my cheeks to flush red.

“I'm this hard for you; this is what you do to me... Merely being around you has this much effect on me.” He closed in the space between us, pressing my back against his chest. I couldn't see him anymore, but I felt his breath against my skin.

“I'm a Lycan, king of all, I might break you, Simone. I want you so bad that it's driving me nuts; sniffing your scent makes my hormones let loose. I want to claim every inch of your skin with my mark, but I'm worried you might break,” he explained.

“I won't; we've done this before, haven't we?” I asked, turning to face him. I could see him trying hard to catch his breath.

His orbs flashing between the normal blue  and pitch black,

"Simone, please, don't push me to my limits.” He pleaded while I trailed my fingers around his lips.

“And if I do?” I asked for my response. It looked just like he was burning up; fear flashed through his orbs as he ripped himself away from me.

“Giovanni wait!” I screamed after him, holding his arms in place; his eyes had darkened completely.

“Fuck.” I whispered, seeing the look on his face.

“You are in a rut."