All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I whirled around. After a month of his absence, Ravendrel was still unfortunately as handsome as ever, even with that storm-dark face glowering at me. I stood there, drinking in his features. Unbidden, an image of him hovering above me, his length moving inside me, flashed across my mind.Warmth rose inside me, spreading through my body. My lips parted, my throat was suddenly dry.“What? Did the gods finally decide to do the world a favor and reclaim that poisonous tongue they gave you?” His voice was cool.“Why are you always wherever I am? At this rate, I might start to think you are stalking me,” I blurted, the first reckless thought that managed to cross my mind.Silence.Then very slowly, “I. Am. Stalking. You?” The way he enunciated each word made it clear just how absurd he thought I sounded.And truthfully? It did sound absurd. He had obviously been here first, likely cooling off after a run through the woods.Also, considering how well-tended and distinctly secluded it was c

I rose at once. “Coming.”Moving to the door and opening it, I stepped aside as she entered the room, scroll in hand.“I just received a message,” she said, lifting the parchment. “We have a new patron tonight booking for your special exclusive services. Your entire evening belongs to him.”Well. That had not happened in a while.I rolled my eyes inwardly and tried not to sound bored. “Really?”“Uh-huh. His family owns one of the largest blacksmith guilds and weaving franchises across the Urekai kingdom and its cities," Sesora explained. "Old money. We are hoping to keep him, so tonight will involve a full-service preparation, the workers will draw your bath, your clothing will be picked out, your fragrance specific, everything.”I drew in a long breath through my nose, then exhaled slowly. “Who is the male? Has he registered his information?”“He has. One second.” She unrolled the scroll. “Lord Master Philip Sunsprings, second son of the late magnate of House Sunsprings.”My eyes nea

“You do?” Revandrel asked, genuine surprise flashing in his eyes.“Yes. I have Quiet Senses.”“Really!? That must be awful,” Baron James sympathized.My betrothed shrugged. “I was born with it, so there was not much to compare it to. It is all I have ever known. Maybe when I was younger, I felt bad about it, but over time… I got used to it.”“Interesting,” Revandrel hummed, his eyes sliding to mine. “Is your betrothed aware? I cannot imagine she knows.”I felt unwell. Tasted acrid on my tongue. I had no idea whether the emotion showed on my face or not.“She does, actually,” Philip said proudly. “I have the most supportive female in my life. My Bae is kind, caring, and compassionate. My disorder never bothered her one bit—not even at the beginning, when I blurted it out without warning.”Revandrel’s brows lifted in open surprise. He looked completely taken aback.“Sounds like you have the best kind of female in your life, my friend,” Baron James said, clapping Philip on the back.Phil

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of wine, laughter, staged performances, and slurred, drunken conversations.By the time Philip and I retired to his chamber, my betrothed was well-relaxed, loosened by drink and comfort.For the first time in my life, I did not mind the sloppy drunken kisses or the clumsy groping, simply because they came from him.“I have been looking forward to this moment,” he mumbled, half-stumbling us toward the bed. “Me too,” I said breathlessly. We undressed quickly, clothes thrown aside, fumbling and eager.There was very little foreplay, only hurried touches between desperate breaths before he urged me onto my hands and knees, getting behind my back quickly.Before I could fully process that this was truly, finally happening… my betrothed worked his way inside me.And just like that, feelings seeped out of me like water slipping through cupped hands.No. No, no, no. Numbness rose from where he entered me, spreading through my entire body like frost

LADY BAEVERAThe days turned into weeks, and the weeks stretched into two long, dragging months.I moved through life as I always did—barely present, standing off to the side as the world drifted around me. Passing through each day as though I did not truly live in it, watching the sun rise and fall without ever feeling part of anything.I lost track of time entirely. Always surprised when someone mentioned the date, only to realize it had indeed passed by days ago, and I did not notice. I was back to square one. Back to that familiar state of barely being. Just existing. Just breathing.For a brief moment, I had been making progress. I had felt things I’d not known in a very long time. I even felt alive. But in the past two months, every color that’d crept into my world quietly faded, as if it was never there.I moved through life without noticing much of anything unless someone reminded me, barely caring. Avoided social gatherings. Detached myself from the others including Milina a