All Chapters of Betrayed, But Redeemed.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARCELLUS'S POV.Sneaky bastards, how dare they?I sank into the sofa, lighting up a cigarette for myself, taking a long time before relaxing all the tensed muscles I had in my body at the moment. “What do you intend on doing?” Trevor inquired sitting right next to me, I shrugged, rolling my eyes before taking another puff.“Just as I claimed, I'll have to throw out a competition in the air. We both know all he's aiming for with his Lena being the Luna. I responded with a shrug, the words rolling off my tongue with such heavy bitterness.“Smart, you know...” Trevor asserted, trailing off to the ends of his words.“Look here, I know she's smart, and I know she's got the face, brains, and all, but Lena isn't the type to just pass out power; she isn't even Luna yet and she's causing a ruckus amongst all the other mistresses. Besides, there's no way I'll give that old geezer the satisfaction of having half of the pack,“ I snapped, taking another puff. My eyes settled on the ceiling, and

FIONA'S POV I Got a twisted feeling when he had asked that I stay back. He said nothing, but I could feel his gaze creep into my body. My heart, however, had skipped beats in a row hearing those words.I swallowed a visible lump in my throat seeing his huge fucking cock even in its partially hardened state stare at me; I knew it was wrong, and I looked like a pervert, but I couldn't avert my gaze from his size.It was huge, fucking huge. I had seen it three times already, but this once I was sane, not drunk, not in tears.Wanting to know if this was a mere bluff of his, if he was only testing my courage I was curious to see how he would react if I didn't back down; if I stood firm to my words, what would he do?An insane urge and need to know pumped through my veins. I reached for the cock,; it was becoming harder, the skin soft against my warm palms.“There, see how it twitches in response? You fucking turn me on, Fiona… It reacts like this to you alone;” he breathed out, his eyes

MARCELLUS’ POV.Wanting more, she threw her body towards the front, threw her cunt against my lips, and pulled at my hair while she dug her nails deep into my hair.“Fuck yes!” she screamed, letting go of whatever consciousness she had on before.My lips pressed continuously against her lips while her juices eased up their days down my tongue; I pulled my fingers, two, indexes down into her pussy.She shuddered yet again, her lap shook, and she arched her body, throwing her weight up towards me.“Easy love… easy!.” I added in as I pulled my head up, sucking in air, and then buried my face beneath her thighs while I rolled, pinned, and tucked on the pink layers of her kit and kissed on them, my fingers meeting the truth as I felt the surge of warmness ease through her lips.Her wet, warm squirts burst from her cunt, spilling all over my face while I pulled away from her.She lay sprawled over the bed, looking like a beautiful mess. I hovered above her, and the trail kissed down, from

FIONA'S POVWhen I woke up, he was gone, not that I expected anything different from him. I felt a soft tingle down in my heart, my cheeks flushed red as I recalled last night's occurrence, his conscious confession of wanting me, how gentle he had been with me. I pushed the duvet wrapped around me aside, glancing beneath to see I had nothing on, yet I had been washed thoroughly.I didn't recall going for a bath; I recalled losing myself to the insane pleasure. I never knew sex was this good, but with him, it turned out to be a lot better. My body ached terribly and I could feel the soreness between my teeth. I arched my back, a sudden flash of memory invading my mind. He had wiped me off with a towel himself; it was faint, but I recall him instructing me to open my knees so he could clean me up and my body as well.My heart raced in my chest on sudden realization; not only did he have sex with me, he also seemed to have cleaned every inch of my chest and I couldn't help but wonder if

FIONA'S POV.I jolted awake from bed; my body felt as sore as it could probably be; I felt aches all over. Was the drug meant to help? Or was it meant to make the pain more evident?Mumbling my breath, I toss again to feel a pool of sweat already formed on my pillow, pushing my eyes open. I coughed continuously feeling worse than I ought to.My sight was blurry; I could barely make sense of anything. I churned from a nauseating feeling. Gastily, I stood to my feet, storming towards the bathroom, burying my head into the sink. I puked every content of my previous meal.I grabbed onto the doorknob for support; the world twirled beneath my feet; my entire body was burning up; I was fine minutes ago; I stormed out of Marcellus's room, scared that Lena might rip our every strand of hair on my skull.I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.I groaned from frustration, literally crawling back toward my bed; nothing was helpful; I was in pain; a pool of tears formed in my eyes; I was alone; I'