Chapter 4: Craving my d*ck already?

Reina took a relaxing bath and applied medication to the bruises on her face with Amalia’s help. The tantalizing scent of sizzling tortillas, eggs, and bacon welcomes her upon returning to her room. Her gaze went to the tray holding covered dishes, orange juice, and a jug of water resting on a table in the corner. The maid, as stubborn as Reina, still managed to sneak her food as a form of gratitude before she left.

"Madam, I will leave you to get dressed; please enjoy your meal. I will leave the door open for your convenience." Amalia said. Reina nodded with a warm smile.

The moment Amalia left the room, Reina sank onto her bed, tears streaming down her bruised face. She tried to conceal her pain. She didn't want to show how broken she was in front of everyone, especially her husband. But now she couldn't hold on any longer. It hurts—it hurts so bad. Why? Why does this keep happening to her? Why did she have to endure the agony of rejection over and over again because of who her parents were? Despite her efforts to be kind, in a twisted turn, she ended up being labeled a bad person due to her privileged upbringing. She used to hide from her guards, seeking solace in the restroom, crying until her eyes were swollen. 

Bianca encouraged her to face the world. But stupid her; little did she know Bianca was the one tarnishing her reputation all along. Reina felt stupid for trusting Bianca and blindly following her lead. No wonder everyone favored her. Bianca was the angel, while she was always regarded as the evil bully. Even when she defended someone, they were rather bullying.

"Mother, father, I miss you. Why did you have to leave me? Everything felt right with you by my side, but like everyone else, you also abandoned me. I'm exhausted. I feel like a disappointment to everyone," Reina whispered, burying her tear-stained face in her pillow, crying her heart out, muttering muffled words till she eventually drifted to sleep. 

Reina tried not to let the current situation affect her negatively. Yet, they triggered memories of her childhood trauma. The therapy sessions she underwent to overcome her past fears. So despite her efforts to remain calm, she found herself succumbing to her past anxieties.

 

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Reina's room was enveloped in darkness when she woke up. She sat up hearing her stomach rumbling. Heaving a long sigh, she left bed, went, and switched on the light, illuminating the room. Reina looked around, realizing there wasn't a chair. Her room was sparsely furnished. Since only her clothes and necessities were sent to her new room—her desk, vanity, and armchair—she usually relaxed to read her books; none were brought. Meaning her form of seating now was her single bed. She felt a pang of disappointment at the lack of familiar comforts. 

Reina approached the table, kneeled down, and began to eat. Conflicting emotions swirled within her every bite; tears threatening to fall down her face, she looked up, holding them back as she chewed her meal. ‘She won't cry; she won't give anyone the benefit of seeing her cry again,’ but, thinking about her life, she was filled with the urge to laugh at herself—how pathetic she has become.

Firstly, the food was cold, but she couldn't go out and get it reheated; secondly, she was kneeling to eat; thirdly, she was rejected and alone; she had no one to call; her only relative was an aunt she didn't know was dead or alive.

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Reina was finishing her meal when she heard her door open. She turned to see Lucas standing at her doorway, his gaze silently taking in her room before settling on her. Their eyes locked briefly.

Lucas took in Reina's swollen, bruised face with an emotionless expression. But then his gaze shifted downward and his expression darkened. Following his line of sight, Reina realized she was naked. Flustered, she attempted to cover up, but Lucas smirked, his face suddenly clouded with anger as if triggered by something, and said,

“There’s nothing on that body I haven’t seen before, and it’s disgusting; every minute spent with you was torture, you slut.”

“I won’t let you insult me, Lucas; you of all people shouldn’t call me that; you took my innocence,” Reina said, hurt as she got up, walked to her bed, picking up the towel and wrapping it around her. 

Lucas couldn't tear his hungry gaze from Reina as she walked toward her bed. Despite the satisfaction he derived from making Reina feel unattractive and insecure about her own beauty, he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth. Reina, true to her name, exuded an air of regal beauty. Her captivating figure, alluring curves, graceful contours, touch, and very presence were tempting. She was a seductress. Any well-functioning man is sure to spot a boner at the sight of her alluring beauty; no wonder she wasn't a virgin.

But the fact that she made him believe she was a virgin. Fuck her for pretending to be innocent; as a man, he knew she had been with other men, even though she was very tight. And the countless nights she snuggled in his arms but called out another man’s name, professing her love for him. ‘How dare she still lie to his face again?!’ Fury burned inside Lucas as he closed the distance to Reina.

“You gave me your first?! You fucking whore! To let your parents believe you’re innocent, after sleeping around, you make me take the fall for you like you always do!” Lucas said, gripping Reina's jaw harshly. 

Tears ran down Reina's face at how hard Lucas was gripping her jaw and also hurt by his words. ‘Sleeping around? Her? Pretending to be a virgin?’ 

“What are you talking about? You're the only man I had intimacy with.” Reina managed to say with how tightly Lucas was gripping her jaw. Lucas looked at the genuine look in Reina's eyes and said, 

“Such an amazing actress you are; I would have believed you if I didn’t know you better. A scheming, loose bitch!” Lucas said, pushing her away. She dropped onto her bed.

‘How is it possible? She wasn’t a virgin? But when they had sex the first time, it was painful. Even though it didn't hurt like she had imagined from what she heard. They said being disvirgined felt like being torn in two halves, but in her case, it wasn’t. Did that mean Lucas was right?’ Her thoughts were broken by the door clicking shut.

“If what you're saying is true, then who was it? Who was the man that took my virginity? Why don't I remember?” Reina whispered, looking into space.

Reina got dressed and went to the kitchen. But she felt something was off on stepping into the living room; her suspicions were confirmed when she entered the kitchen and didn't find any maid around. She had finished cleaning the dishes she bought; she heard the sound of movements in the living room and went to check. It was Lucas and Victor.

After their conversation, Victor turned to leave when he caught sight of Reina standing at the kitchen entrance. He grinned tauntingly at her before exiting the room.

Lucas, with his back to Reina, followed Victor's gaze and noticed Reina standing at the entrance. He strolled toward her, his hand casually tucked into his pocket. His white shirt had a few buttons undone, revealing his chest hair and well-defined muscles of his upper body straining against the fabric. Reina, who was dazedly looking at Lucas approaching her unconsciously, brought out her tongue, moistening her lips. Lucas, seeing that, reacted with a knowing smirk, glad he still had an undeniable effect on Reina. He asked with a grin upon reaching her. 

“Craving my dick already?”

“Huh?” Reina asked dumbfounded as she looked at Lucas standing in front of her, surprised when he got there. 

“Stop pretending; I know you want me to fuck you.” Lucas said, his eyes moving to Reina's exposed cleavage; he cursed inwardly when he felt his cock twitch. He’s hard; he's fucking lusting after Reina again. The reason why he left her room earlier was because he was fucking hard; he was better after the conversation with Victor; guess he was wrong.

“I would rather die than be in the mood to have you touch me with that... trash,” Reina said, her eyes moving to Lucas' lower body. Her eyes widening when she noticed the bulge in his pants; he was hard. 

Lucas exploded at Reina's words, his jaw clenched; she fucking insulted his pride. ‘Did she know the line of women that want him to fuck them with what she called trash? Or has she forgotten how she enjoys sex with him? Did today's events make her suffer from memory loss?’ 

“How dare you, a fucking slut, insult me?!” He growled, wrapping his fingers around her neck, pinning her to the wall, his body pressing against her petite frame, and fuck, he felt blood rushing down his already erect cock. “You enjoyed it when I fucked you senseless with it; you were a moaning mess; remember how you screamed my name? Or do you want me to remind you?!”

“No…” Reina coughed, “I don't need you to remind me of all the fake moans I made... whenever we had sex, among the men I fucked, you're the only one with the lowest stamina; who... knows if Bianca thinks the same?" Reina said. Her intention was to hurt Lucas' pride; after all, he believes she’d been with countless men; what's wrong with using it against him?

Lucas' hand around Reina's neck faltered; she inhaled, sighing in relief. However, his grip tightened again. 

“Why don't we confirm then?” he asked through gritted teeth. 

"No!!" Reina protested, pushing, but he pinned her wrists above her head. Succumbing to his desire, he started grinding his erection against her. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for the emotions hidden beneath, as he quickened his pace, his painful erection straining to be let out. 

His body tensed up, and he let out a throaty groan from the pleasure surging through him. He wanted release; he wanted more than just grinding her; he wanted to penetrate her tight and addictive pussy, which he has gotten addicted to but would never let her know. He leaned in to kiss her, his heart wavering when he noticed the bruise on the spot he was going to kiss, but Reina turned away, his lips landing on her neck. He took a long drag, inhaling her, and damn, she smelled like always—rose and jasmine. He began sucking on her neck, and without warning, he bit her, intending to elicit a moan from her. 

Reina pressed her legs together as sparks ignited between them. ‘This was bad; she didn't provoke him for this. Because as much as she hated him, she spent the years with him in the same room; her body was responsive to his touch, she could already feel the pleasure building up inside her; she was going to cum any moment. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the wall as she tried to steady her emotions.

However, she bit her lips when a loud moan almost slipped out. Lucas bit her. Just then, glimpses of Lucas throwing scorching coffee at her, him kicking her, kissing, and squeezing Bianca's ass flashed through her mind. Filled with rage, Reina's knee connects to Lucas' groin. Lucas groaned, pulling away, his hands reaching to relieve the discomfort.

“You bitch, your nanny is as good as DEAD!” Lucas snarled. 

“You won't touch her; you started harassing me; it was self-defense.” Reina retorted. Lucas, at Reina's words, smirked and declared, 

“I'm your fucking husband! I have the right to do as I please with you!”

“No, you stopped being my husband the moment you hurt me; you stopped being my husband when I realized you had been fucking my friend before we got married; you stopped being my husband when I found out you married me for revenge; you never considered me as your wife!” Reina yelled. Lucas, with clenched teeth, hurled toward her when Bianca spoke from behind.

“Is she refusing to get ready for the party?” Reina looked at her and back at Lucas, perplexed.