chapter five

Venessa's Pov.

I looked at the letter aware at how fast my geartbeast is accelerating at ecery words i read "you looked beautiful in their dress Nessa,and i am not sorry for leaving the way i did call me a selfish person but i get to be with the man i love and for that i don't regret ever running away." I imagined her reading me this in her voice

The letter from my sister offered a bittersweet connection to the world I had left behind. A nostalgic reminder of the bond we once shared. Yet, her words carried a heavy weight – an apology for living a life while i am being constrained by duty, unable to be have the kind of love i have always dreamed of.

 Fueled by fury at my sister's perceived betrayal,i crumpled the letter in my hands. Without a second thought, i cast it into the furnace, as if erasing the sentiments penned by my sister could purge the complicated emotions that lingered within me.

In the threshold of my room, I found solace in watching the letter burn. Night after night, I waited, yearning to fuilful that curiousity that has been kept alive in me,Dante's presence wondering where he has been, the room became a silent witness to my countless sleepless nights, a canvas painted with unspoken desires and unanswered questions.

I woke up just like the night before, The lycan prince was sitted watching me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The has become a routine without even noticimg it. 

I sat up watching him with calculating eyes, i took in the faint scar running down from his eye brows down to the under of his eyes, how haven't i notice it before? 

He blinked,making me cast my attention away from the mystrery i would add to the list.

"Why do you keep watching me every night?" I questioned, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "But you never for try to start up a conversation"

He stood about the retreat just as he had the night before. Determined not to let the opportunity slip away, I demanded an explanation. "Why do you watch me?" I asked, my eyes searching his face for a hint of sincerity.

"Call it curiousity"he looked back.

"You could have asked me instead of acting like a creep"

He chuckled, a rich sound that went straight down there,i crossed my legs.

"What is funny?" I raised a brow "i feel like i am married to a stranger who doesn't want to fulfil his duties"

His fingers flexs as he folded his arm across his chest,"This is just a marriage for show"he walked closer and leaned in, his hands by the side of my body caging me in. "And what duties are you making mention of?"

I stare at him,his scent amd heat filling my senses.

I wanted him to touch me.

I needed to feel the texture of his palm on my body.

I looked up at him,noticing how enticing his lips were. This is purely a sexual attraction,nothing more.

"Touch me"i mutter,tinting my head up a little.

"Are you willing to beg for it?"his mouth tipped up,scanning my face trying to divulge the expression i wore on my face.

But i bet he could only see lust swirling in those eyes of mine. Seeing i wasn't going to give in,he traced the curve of my body,from my breast down to my stomach.

His finger digged deeper and i held my breath. "Beg for it" he muttered,bending his neck down to kiss my neck.

"I would make you cum so hard,the thought would be enough to make you wet again"

And i moaned, i fucking moaned.

"Please"i swallowed,knowing this was going to put a hit to my pride but i couldn't as much go to bed without satisfying the hunger coursing through my veins.

He lip tipped up the second time this night in what i assume was his smile.

He rips my bra off and i am left stunned, i wasn't expecting anything he does sunshine and dreamy eyes, but that look right there is what left me breathing hard.

He cups my breast and pulled my nipple into his mouth,sucking and circling it with his tongues,i shuddered as i arch into his hot palm wanting more.

A sound that is somehow between a grunt amd a groan rips off his throat,and he closed his mouth out my nipple again as pleasure soar through me.

I hold unto him,pressing my breast into his face and i shudder as my whole body throbs.

He picks me up, the change in position puts me flush against him, i suck in breathe at the feeling of his erection pressing at my center. The flimsy excuse of a night gown couldn't hide how big he is through our clothes.

He dips his fingers under my skirt and i enjoy the fire he is lighting within me.

He reach into his pocket and pulls out a foil package,the fact he carries that around is antonishing.

He rolls the foil around his already erect shaft and i stare at it wondering what he is going to feel like inside me.

He wraps his hand around my ankle and pushed my legs up,i am left exposed and at his mercy.

He looks down at my pussy with such intensity that only fuels my desire.

"You look pretty,spread wide open for me to destroy" 

"Take what you want" the plea in my voice couldn't go unotice.

He eyes widen a bit and all.i could see was his orbs in a blaze. 

He dives into me,his cock tearing me open as he effortlesssly hit my G-spot. My vision turn hazy,causing me to grip him hard digging my fingers into his back.

His eyes glazed as the pattern he had form seem to drive me over the edge.

In,circle,out.

A continous sweet toture.

"Dante"i moaned,huging him closer to my body. I notice the way he avoids kissing me,but i don't think about it too much as long as i get to cum.

Pleasure spiral out of control and like a wolf in heat, i cum harder than i have ever.

Two more thrust and he sags tiredly against me.

He breathes deeply before getting up and putting on his clothes,not bothering to look at me.

 "Why are you going?" I questioned, my vulnerability laid bare.

"It was just sex,don't tell me you expected cuddling"he laughs at the thoughts. "I am already in love with another person,it would complicate things if i treat you more than what you are"he walked away.

His admission cut through the confusion, leaving me suspended in the complex web of emotions. He revealed plans for another woman, someone who would be his queen, relegating me to the role of a substitute – a mistress.