Chapter Three

She held the mattress tight as she fought to breathe. She couldn't believe that she was going to lose her virginity to the devil. Hot tears stung her eyes as she wondered what wrong she had committed to warrant the level of hatred she received from the world.

The shower stopped rushing and her heart started beating erratically. She dug her fingers into the bed fighting to calm herself.

" I will not give in to him. I will resist him." She chanted to herself. The shower started running and her mind wandered off to what it was he was doing at the moment. She wondered if he was big. She felt herself getting wet and her eyes widened. How could she be aroused just by the thoughts of a naked man?

" He is not just a naked man, Cassidy, he is our mate." Her wolf whispered. She tried to take her mind off the thoughts of what his naked body would look like and focused on the ceiling. Her wolf didn't help matters. She kept sending images that would forever haunt her dreams.

She focused on the rumors she had heard about him. She focused on the vows he whispered into her ears. She shivered and goosebumps filled her skin. She was ogling after a man who wanted to make her life a living hell.

The shower stopped rushing and he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel loosely tied on his waist. All resolve to resist him flew out of the window as she took in his features.

Her gaze moved towards his chest. The moment seemed to pause in time as her eyes traced the contours of his well-defined pectoral muscles. In the soft, ambient light of the room, his skin appeared smooth and slightly bronzed, with droplets of water delicately clinging to his sculpted form.

Her gaze lingered on the subtle indentations of his collarbones, leading to his chiseled neck. Veins meandered across his chest, subtly emphasizing his masculinity, while his toned abs hinted at a dedication to physical fitness. The towel, barely holding its position, only made her wonder what it was that lay beneath it.

She was captivated by the way his chest subtly rose and fell with each breath, creating a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with her heartbeat. Every movement, every flex of his muscles, showcased a powerful magnetism, drawing her further into his captivating presence.

" Take a picture, it will last longer." A harsh voice brought her back to reality and she blushed in embarrassment.

He stared at her and frowned.

" Why aren't you naked?" Her heart sank into her stomach and she swallowed heavily.

" I asked you a question, little mate." He walked towards her watching her like a predator watching his prey carefully before pouncing hard.

" Can't you speak?!" She jolted and moved closer to the headboard. Her heartbeat increased with every second.

" I am sorry." She muttered holding the mattress tighter.

"I told you that you had to be naked and for the last time I will ask again why are you clothed?"

" I am sorry." She apologized again not knowing what else to say.

" It seems like you still have wings that need to be broken to pieces."

" I will show you exactly what it means to disobey me, little mate."

" I said I am sorry." Tears filled her eyes but he shook his head not fazed by her teras.

" Being sorry doesn't necessarily mean you won't do it again. You should be punished." Her ears rang at his last sentence.

She had been punished by her parents all her life but she wondered what he would do to her.

He wouldn't lock her in a base, would he? He wouldn't starve her for days, would he?

" Step down from the bed, little mate." She came down from the bed immediately. His eyes ran down her figure and she felt too exposed even though she was in a little dress.

" Strip!"

" Huh?"

" I don't like repeating myself. That's the first thing you should know about me."

Her hand reached for the sleeve of her dress and she tugged it down. She stared at him with teary eyes hoping he would stop her but he stared at her with so much expectancy.

She let the dress go and it fell to her waist. Her hands covered her bra.

" Step out of them." He commanded and as though she was under some sort of spell, she stepped out of them. She had never been this exposed to a man in her entire life.

" The bra too." She undid the strap of her bra and allowed it to fall to the ground. Her hands cupped her breast immediately. He raised his brow at her.

" The underwear should go off too. I want you stark naked, little mate." His eyes sparkled and she swallowed. He was making her put on a show for him.

Her left hand drew down her panties and she wriggled out of them. Her left hand covered her most intimate part and she shut her eyes completely not wanting to see the look in his eyes.

" My God! You could have tried to put on a show, little mate. Stop acting as though you are inexperienced in these matters." She didn't correct him. She dared not.

" Open your eyes and let your hands fall to your sides." She shut her eyes tighter.

" What did I say about disobeying me, little mate?" She opened her eyes slowly and released her hands.

He stared at her lazily.

" Not what I want but I will manage." She had never felt humiliated in her entire life more than she did now. He merely told her that she wasn't attractive even though she was stark naked before him.

" Now, it's time for you to be punished. You won't disobey me after this." She wondered what he was going to do to her.

" Don't worry, you won't wait too long."

" Bend over that table and hold your legs apart." Her eyes widened in shock. Sure, she was inexperienced but she had read so many books to know what it means to be asked to bend over a table.

" Please."

" Do I have to repeat myself?" He was enjoying the fear in her eyes. She was too vulnerable.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She walked to the table and did as he asked.

She felt him behind her but she dared not look at him. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. She didn't have to wait so long. His hard hand came in contact with her soft flesh and she yelped in pain.

He increased the intensity the second time and she screamed. Tears filled her eyes as he kept spanking her. He suddenly stopped and relief washed over her.

" How many is it now?"

" I was not counting."

" Then we will have to start all over again." She whimpered as his hand came in contact with her soft flesh again.

" One…" She was sure that she would not be able to walk again after he was done with her.

" Twenty." She said breathlessly and he stopped. His fingers moved over to her dampened flesh and he dipped two fingers immediately. She cried at the sudden intrusion.

" So tight…so f*cking tight." He increased his pace at a maddening speed and in no time, she was thrashing about in his hands.

" Please…" She begged.

" What are you begging for?" She asked herself the same question. His thumb moved to her clit and he rubbed it in circles while his fingers kept thumping into her hole.

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach and he stopped his actions abruptly.

" You dare not cum until I ask you to." He said and she nodded furiously. His fingers resumed their actions. She tried so hard to stop herself from reaching her climax but it became harder as the seconds passed.

" Cum." The knot in her belly tightened and at his command, she orgasmed. She closed her eyes briefly as she orgasmed. His hand came in contact with her butt jostling her up.

" Keep your eyes open, little mate." He let go of her immediately and she had to hold the edge of the table to stop herself from tripping over.

" Taste yourself." He shoved his fingers into her slightly parted lips and she sucked hard.

" Good girl." He adjusted his pants and wore his shirt.

" You are leaving."

" You weren't expecting a romantic wedding night, were you?" She shook her head.

No, she did not expect a romantic wedding night but she didn't expect him to jump into the bed of another woman on their wedding night. He didn't respect the bond. She fought hard not to cry. He scoffed at her.

It would have helped if he waited till tomorrow to get back to his chauvinistic ways.

His eyes flared up in anger and his hands came in contact with her throat.

" You don't expect me to become a perfect husband to your weak and pathetic soul. I wonder how your parents gave birth to you." He slammed the door close leaving her in silence.

His last words kept ringing in her head. This was the reason her parents were ashamed of her. He had spoken the truth to her face.

" Let me remind you that, you are nothing to me and will remain nothing to me. You will pay for making a fool out of me. I will come for your father later." He released her and she fell to the ground coughing hard as she rubbed her neck.

He banged the door on his way out and just like that, he was out to spend the night with another woman. She wasn't enough for him. She slapped her cheeks hard for giving in to him.

She would never be enough for him. He had made it clear to her that he would never accept her as his mate nor would he love her.

She crawled to the bathroom, her knees shaking slightly. As she washed her body, she tried so hard to wash his hands and scent off her body but each time she closed her eyes, the scene filled her vision. She knew that the moment would forever hunt her.