From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Elara

I shouldn’t care.

I shouldn’t care about any of this—not him, that’s for sure. I shouldn’t care if he lied to me, if there were others before me, if there will be others after.

I should, but I don’t.

There’s something inside, a raw, twisted, almost primal feeling, that wants to take hold of me. I don’t understand myself, and I fear I never will. How can I feel such contradictory things at the same time?

My heart did a somersault inside the shell of my ribs the moment I saw him step through the doorway. My fingertips still tingle with the urge to touch him, to feel his skin, the incendiary fire his touch spreads through my body.

Anger, desire, confusion, sorrow… a dangerous mix, a poison consuming me.

I’m aware of the exact moment the change occurs. It’s as if someone poured ice water through my veins–or worse, as if my blood turned to ice.

The edge of my fangs pricks my lower lip, and I feel a current sweep through my body.

Cassian lets out a small gasp of surprise, and his eyes don’t miss a single detail.

He examines me from the gray strands in my hair to the tips of the heels peeking out from beneath my dress.

“Is that what you want? To see me on my knees?”

I can’t deny the satisfaction I feel when his face contorts into a grimace that borders on pure terror.

I don’t need gifts or pretty words if he wants my forgiveness–just his pride, his most prized possession. I want him to place it on a platter and hand it to me.

“I kneel, and then what? Do I beg for your forgiveness?”

I tilt my head, mimicking a gesture that’s so his. I study his face with curiosity, waiting to see what comes next.

I straighten my back, showing confidence and composure, even though the truth is I’m lost and shattered.

“I’m sure you can be creative,” I reply, barely recognizing my own voice.

Silence takes over the room, time seems to stop and trap us inside it, with the noise of our thoughts echoing louder than

ever.

It’s almost imperceptible and fleeting, but something like fingers brushes the surface of my mind, grazes the knuckles, asking permission to enter;

but I keep my resolve firm and my mind tightly shut.

I’m the only one who can do this–resist him, remain immune to his gifts, reverse the effects of his actions.

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Does it apply only to me?

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Or could I be capable of extending it to others? Reversing the effects of his gift, returning the Broken to their original state.

My attention shifts to his throat, where I see his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows.

If time hasn’t stopped before, I beg it to do so now.

Slowly, Cassian kneels on one knee, his eyes locked on mine, and the blood roars in my veins at the sight.

He stays like that for a moment, showing his defiance, until he lowers the other knee.

al eyes.

He clenches his fists at his sides and keeps his chin high, staring at me with those oceans trapped in his eyes.

With every second, my blood screams louder, and the most intense desire I’ve ever felt takes shape within me.

His unmistakable scent, like rain and night–blooming jasmine, fills the air and wraps around me like a lover’s arms.

He swallows again, drawing my gaze to his neck.

My mouth fills with saliva, and thoughts I never imagined having race through my mind.

Apparently, I’m not the only one affected–his eyes darken, his nostrils flare, catching the scent of whatever he’s detected.

I’m killing him.

The hem of my dress brushes against his knees, and without warning, his hand wraps around my ankle.

“Twice, Elara.”

I fight the arrhythmic beating of my heart and my ragged breath.

“Twice what?”

“Twice I’ve knelt for you.”

The tips of his fingers travel up my leg, caressing my calf.

“Cassian Draven never kneels. Especially not for a woman.”

He lets out a low laugh.

“I was supposed to be the one to break you, to shatter your sanity–not the other way around.”

I hold my breath when his hand reaches the top of my thigh.

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I’m not wearing underwear–just a stupid, thin slip that does little to hide my undeniable arousal.

He inhales again, and I know without doubt which scent has caught his attention.

His thumb draws small circles on my skin.

“You’re wet. Seeing me on my knees turns you

on.”

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Little by little, a wicked smile forms on his lips as his thumb slides up to the crease of my groin.

“You’re definitely the punishment for all my sins, little wicked wildcat.”

I want to speak, to say something to stop this–yet I stay silent.

His finger brushes my skin, teasing, until it slides to my center and shamelessly traces the line between my lips.

I can feel my wetness on his finger.

I clench my hands, digging my nails into my palms, and bite down on my lip to keep any sound from escaping.

A metallic taste explodes in my mouth.

“I’m sorry, Elara.”

His finger continues circling my entrance.

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