Sientate En Mi Cara Novels & Stories

I explained, my voice sounding thinner than I wanted. Thaines, Azara, and Mercedes stayed quiet, observing me with rising curiosity. Venus stepped closer. Her hand gently cupped my cheek to turn my face towards her, and her expression saddened. “The longer you resist…” Theo’s jaws clenched, silencing the rest of his words. “My brain will implode. Yeah. I get it.” I took a step back, and my spine hit against a tree bark. “It's my risk to bear.” I could feel it, though. Thaines and Azara frowned at my persistence.

“Aurora?” As my eyes slowly flutter open, a tingling sensation spreads throughout my body. I’m back in my room, sprawled across all of my mates. Sabastian calls to me, his hand cups my face, worry etched on his face; I sigh, realising he can feel my worry through the bond.

And then his gaze finds me. Santino goes completely still. His eyes rake over me, slow, unhurried, like he’s trying to decide if I’m real. When his gaze climbs back to my face, there’s no warmth in it only fire barely contained. I give him a polite smile. “Don’t mind me,” I say lightly. “I’m here for work.” Murmurs ripple around the table. Confusion, surprise even a hint of amusement. Santino’s jaw tightens. “Everyone,” I say sweetly, taking a step forward, “leave.”

"Well, let's see if I can change your mind." And with that, he reaches out to tenderly hold my face in place and gives me a punch across my eye.

On some days, I went out with a completely nude face. At breakfast that morning, Selena was the first person I sought out among the crowd; she was seated at the corner of the room, with Simon by her side, chattering away. I walked up to her, and she must have immediately guessed what I was about to ask her and so she moved aside from the crowd.

I muttered, a wave of resentment washing over me. “Ren,” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with desperation, “Sage is just a friend. She came here to apologize. I can’t fathom why you’re consumed with anger and hatred towards her!” I demanded, feeling a sharp sting on my cheek as her hand connected with my face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and my cheek throbbed with pain. In response, I growled low in my throat, yanking her closer and gripping her arm with a painful intensity.

Thank God, we are not marked yet, so they won’t be able to mind link with me and hear my thoughts. I shook my head and controlled my desires before I looked at them with a straight, emotionless face. “We need to talk!” I announced.

I ѕhооk my hеаd, nеѕtlіng еvеn dеереr іntо his сhеѕt. “So I’m nеvеr gоіng to ѕее that beautiful fасе еvеr аgаіn?” I ѕmіlеd. “Prоbаblу nоt, уоu mау еvеn hаvе tо hаvе mе ѕurgісаllу rеmоvеd.”

“I’m not going to do anything.” My eyes flash back to the chair.

Not as a servant, not as an outcast, but as a person. I felt my cheeks reddened, unable to face him. But before I could even say a word, his expression changed. His eyes narrowed, and his face darkened with a frown, "Mate?"