The Bully's Hated Mate
The Bully’s Hated Mate – Chapter 28

LUCIUS’ POV:

The sun greeted me with it’s warmth, and just as the sun greeted me, so did the face of Cassia lying next to me, sharing the same breath and same space as I did.

As I cracked open my eyes fully to reveal her raw beauty, I realized she was alot more calmer when she was asleep than awake.

It made everything so much easier with her eyes closed and her mouth shut.

Gradually, the effects of what we did last night started to come back in bits.

I didn’t feel so much disgust anymore — any more than I had felt last night up until my hands smacked her bum. She m****d in her sleep as I thought some more, recounting all of the dirty things we did.

Her m**n got her to stir a bit, allowing a couple strands of her hair grace her eyes. Her luxurious hair.

Why have I never noticed it before?

I started to wonder even more as I took a good look at her, placing my weight on my elbows gently, so as to not wake her up as she m****d again in her sleep.

Who knew she made such cute and yet sexy noises as she dozed off in dreamworld, enjoying whatever fantasy she fashioned for herself?

I took my time to really look at her, to really see Cassia.

She was beautiful, she was fragile and she was smart. Smarter than me even, and better than me.

I suddenly wanted to take her hands in mine and feel my fingers slip into hers, feel how soft those corners and crevices get.

I wanted to see just how much her hands would fit in mine, just as our bodies fit in each other, perfectly.

I wanted to expose her flesh and feast on it with my eyes as it roamed freely, drinking in on every part I didn’t see yesterday and most of all, I wanted to bury my nose in her neck, the corners of her body, the valley between her breasts and her legs.

The need was so strong now, stronger than I had ever had for anybody else.

It was terrifying.

But not as terrifying as it was for me to swipe the hair that had nestled in innocence on her face, covering her closed eyelids.

Everything about her was suddenly making so much sense. Her nose, the slope before her lips.

I unconsciously touched my lips as I remembered how we meshed so well together. It was like our bodies taught us what to do and not the other way around.

We were magnetic and while I removed the hair from her face, the strong urge to caress her face started to gnaw at me steadily.

But just as I was about to do so, giving into my yearning, she stirred just enough for me to see that she was about waking up.

There was no way in hell I was going to let her see me caressing her face. I moved away quickly, hoping she didn’t catch me in any way touching her face.

I stood up abruptly, clearing my throat as her eyes suddenly widened. Shock, embarrassment, guilt and something else I couldn’t describe rushed to her face all at once.

“What the hell!” She shouted.

I went towards the windows, drawing them open a bit, loving the sudden ambience the room had while occassionally stealing glances at her.

“I’m naked.” She seemed to say, attempting a whisper, which she failed terribly at since I had perfect hearing.

“Obviously.” I said without thinking and instantly regretting it the moment she looked up at me, taking in a deep breath as her mouth was awake and ready to do justice.

“You runt!” She shouted, trying to get up from the bed and still clutch the sheets as she stood up.

She wobbled a bit and I smiled slightly in amusement — she caught my smile.

“What are you smiling about?” She asked, finally steadying herself.

I smirked to myself, wondering if she really wanted my thoughts and opinon this early in the morning.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked her, my voice getting huskier without trying.

I immediately saw the effect it had on her.

“I need some air.” She said, trying to brush off the blush that crept up on her cheeks, making me more and more aware of her emotions.

She walked past me and cracked open the window and the next thing I heard was a huge gasp from her.

“What have you done?” She suddenly threw at me as she still stood, facing the window, one hand closing the sheets to her chest and another caressing a part of her I couldn’t see.

“Is that…?” She asked, and somehow I knew what exactly she was referring to.

“Yes. Yes, it is” I said, matter of factly, crawling back into bed.

“Why would you do this? You f*****g marked me! What does this even mean?” She whipped around to face me.

I had this incredulous look on my face, like I couldn’t be bothered — whereas I was freaking out inside of me while Damon could have leapt off a building in excitement.

“What do you think?” I asked her, raising one cocky brow.

She wasn’t having it and neither was I.

“Tell me! What does it mean? I’ve heard stories, but I want you to tell me. I’d like to know.” She said, one hand on her waist and another still clasping the sheets to her breasts now.

I liked the corners of my lips recalling how beautiful her skin tasted.

“It means, we are in it for real now.” I said.

When she still stood the way she stood, I rolled my eyes.

“We’re never leaving the bond. We’re really bonded now.” I said, my chest getting tight from the obvious fact I had laid bare.

Her eyes moved from tired to shock in a few seconds. She began to pace and somehow wriggle her hands at the same time.

I was trying to understand what was going on here and why did she look so goddamn beautiful in disheavled hair and sheets for clothes?

“You shouldn’t have done that! You know it.” She said, still pacing as though any second now, the room would catch fire.

“You’re pretending as though this wasn’t what you wanted?” I threw out.

That sentence got her to stop pacing and give me the meanest frown she could muster.

“I didn’t say that was what I wanted!” She said but all I heard was that I was right.

I rolled an eye and began looking at my fingers and the bed together.

“Yeah, right.” I said, obviously not believing a word she said.

She knew that I didn’t believe her and the next thing I felt was pain coursing through my hands for the shortest period of time.

“Ow!” I yelled and looked at her.

She had slapped my hand that was placed on the bed. My brows furrowed, and I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her hard.

“Bet you know how slapping feels.” She said, her face feeling all righteous with a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

“But that’s not the sound you made…” I said, looking her straight in the eye and watching her turn red instantly.

It was my turn to smile broadly as she shyly walked away from the bed.

“So, we can’t break the bond?” She said, her voice half shy, her eyes avoiding mine.

“No. We can’t. You got your wish.” I said, still focused on her face.

“I only wanted your life miserable, I didn’t want to actually spend the rest of my life with your shitface. You’re the one who couldn’t control yourself.” She surprisingly said.

My eyes shot up at her confession.

“Says the person that arched her back like a cat for me last night.”

Her neck turned red instantly. There was no way I was going to let her win whatever this was.

“And plus, the s*x meant nothing to me. You need not worry, we won’t be doing it again.” I said to her, hoping that I meant what I said even as I was consciously eyeing her bodice from the sheets that molded to her body and the tiny dots that were peaking from the material of the silk that she held so firmly to her chest.

She looked astonished and at the same time, she took a deep breath. Again, her mouth was armed and ready to take justice.

I stood up, making her back away towards the bathroom door.

“And I have had better and longer s*x than you provided. The s*x was worthless, your d**k size wasn’t worth it. Infact, it was all a qwaste of time. I wonder how you even got Ariadne to c*m once.” She finished, and I smiled.

“Coming from a virgin, that I made to c*m twice, I think I did a pretty good job and my size…”

I walked towards her, knowing she was entranced by how I moved with power and confidence until I was just far enough, but not too close to her.

I reach down to my p***s and stroked it.

“This bad boy here…” I said again, stroking my p***s and watching her watch as my hands moved.

I smirked as her eyes followed every moment until I stopped.

“Can do wonders. You’ve seen a bit, haven’t you?” I asked her.

She blushed so hard, so fast I laughed.

“You’re not even my type. Last night was fun but that’s all it will ever be for us, okay? Just fun. And that would be the last time we’d ever do something like that. We’re done.” She said, making my laughter die instantly.

She was about walking away but something clenched inside of me as I stopped her movements by catching her forearm.

I spun her towards me, her chest pressing against mine. I could feel her heart throb.

I could see her eyes move to-and-fro against mine, our breathing matching in rhythm as I stared deep into her eyes. My eyes glowing a bit.

“You don’t get to say when we’re over.” I began, making sure my aura was exactly what I depicted it to be.

Powerful, dominant.

In control.

I took my mouth to her ears, deliberately making my voice even huskier as I breathed once into the right spot first.

“Not after what you did, Cassia. You get to pay for that and not in the way or kind that you know. I like my things…” I raised my mouth towards the lobe of her ear, knowing exactly what it was I was doing at this point and loving every second of it.

I was aroused to the extent I felt her legs shake a bit.

“Exotic.” I said, finally standing to my true height as I observed that both our eyes had halfed like we were intoxicated and both our breathing had hastened.

She had done a good job turning me on without trying, and I had done a good job returning the favour.

I dipped my head, feeling the tension build as we eyed each other’s lips, my hand crawling to her throat as I started to pull towards my face.

I dipped my head, my other hand crawling from her thigh towards her left breast. And as I started to feel the soft bulge, my fingers itched for the feel of her wonderful bosom.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, Cassia.” I breathed out, grazing het skin.

Our lips barely touching, my hand nearly grazing her breast and her neck at full disclosure, her face tipped upwards, lips ripe, open and waiting just as mine slowly went halfway to meet hers.

“Your Lordship!” A knock sounded from the door, breaking us out of the spell that had binded us.

We scurried away like two children caught in the pantry room, hands full of flower and cheeks redder than ripe tomatoes.