All Chapters of His Pretend Mate Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELEANOR’S POV. My back hit against the wall but I can barely feel the pain with his lips on mine, ravishing me in every way possible. He hardly let me get down from the car before claiming my lips with his, and now we are in the hallway still kissing. “You say I’m a good Wolf, huh!” He said, snatching his lips back briefly, his breathe still landing on my face. “Guess I have gone too soft on you. I will have to show you just how bad I can be.” He added, claiming my lips again before I could say a word. A part of me was intrigued, excited, nervous, curious to know what he would show me this time, and how bad he could get. I love Bad Wolves. Scratch that. I love me a bad Cruz. I was desperate to see him in all sides of himself. The vulnerable side, even though I have hardly seen that. The weird part, I doubt if he has any. Everything and anything about him that there is to know. I felt my lower lips releasing some juices as it craved for more, so I clenched my thighs in response

CRUZ’S POV. I flipped her over, her back facing me as she knelt on the bed. All I needed to hear was the plea in her voice and I got just that. I slammed my cock into her even before she could balance herself and heard her let out a screech. I wanted to cause her pain. Not because I hated her but because I wanted to fill every part of her mind. The painful part. The good part. The bad part. Any part at all that existed. I continued to bang her, holding her waist firmly with my hands. I thrusted as fast as I could, barely giving her a chance to breathe. She let out moans, her loud moans echoed in the room. I clutched her hair with my left hand, pulling her head backward. I watched her gasp for breathe as she called out my name. I paused a bit letting her catch her breathe then thrusted in fiercely snatching the oxygen from her abruptly. “Oh!” She moaned, her legs shaking so bad that I feared that they would give up on her and crash into the bed, but she seemed stronger than she loo

ELEANOR’S POV. Please fuck me! These words screamed inside my head, threatening to slip down my tongue but I held it in, bitting onto my lower lip. The shock lingered on even after he withdrew his finger and I almost wished he didn’t. I craved his touch. “You want to say something?” He asked, and I shook my head in denial. That asshole! Trying to tempt me with words, and the way he licks his lower lip. “Use your words, El.” I heard him say, and I gulped down the words. Use your words, El. Those were the very words he would say every single time he was about to fuck my brains out, and right now I wished he would. “No.” I responded, and watched his expression change to that of a questioning one. “I mean, I don’t have anything to say.” I add and swallowed another lump of saliva. He nodded in response. I watched him fiddle with the cutlery before he dropped it down to look back at me. “You look pretty today.” He said with a grin. “I guess my cock is doing a good job on you.” H

CRUZ’S POV. Even as I stared at the necklace I asked the black-haired lady to box up, Eleanor’s words last night played again and again in my head. She had confessed her love to me, she was bold enough to tell me how she felt. But did I feel the same? Absolutely not. At that point, I wanted to tell her that I didn’t feel the same but I stopped it just before it could slip down my tongue. She was feeling bad already. I didn’t want to worsen it so I played along. I, however, never told her I loved her. I just tried to calm her down by telling her not to think too much about it and ended up cuddling her till she slept off in my arms. I left before she would wake. This necklace was going to be my ‘I’m sorry’ gift. I was sorry about a lot of things. I was sorry about the way I led her on, causing her to fall in love with me. I was worry for not returning the sane energy. I was sorry for not feeling the sane way. I was sorry because I knew that I would never be able to give her that

ELEANOR’S POV.Lily!I replayed the name in my head.It was like she just announced herself to be the creator of all things to me. I wanted to laugh in her face and remind that Lily was only a figment of Cruz’s imagination.But was it?I suddenly remembered that I never asked him about her. Never asked him why he wanted me to claim that name, because I thought that he either despise my name or wanted to spice things up a bit.I couldn’t believe that I got in bed with a Wolf who had a tag, a leach. I was just nothing but a fill-in.No, it had to be a joke.“Cruz!” I called out softly, my voice low. My heart hurting so bad. It was as though that piece of information had ripped off the wall of my heart.I could see that he avoided my eyes, he looked away from me. Even when his eyes would meet mine, I was shocked by how dark it had gotten in the space of hours. He looked bothered, worried.But I knew it couldn’t be about me. It probably had to be because he feared that Lily would get pis