Look me in the eyes

Thalia opened the door and stepped into the dark room reluctantly.

Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the room. Despite how dark it was, she was able to navigate through it due to her being a werewolf.

She used her secondary eyes, which could see clearly in the dark. It was that way for all werewolves and some other supernatural beings that had secondary eyesight.

Thalia glimpsed Sandro at the bar, which was in the corner of the room. His back was turned to her and his muscle flexed as he hoisted his hand to grip the champagne bottle.

“It's nice of you to arrive earlier than I imagined.” He said.

“You gave me no choice.” Thalia rolled her eyes.

She sat on the hand of a leather couch in the middle of the room and crossed her legs.

At the same time, she stared at the dress she donned to make sure nothing was revealing.

It was a short-sleeved silver knee-length dress that hugged her curve. She believed that was the only part of her body that could entice him, as she had spent enough time finding the perfect neckline, so nothing would be revealed.

She had settled on a round neck. It was one of the necklines she rarely wore. Surprisingly, it made her feel comfortable whilst in Sandro's presence.

Sandro swirled the glass of champagne with him, he lifted it to his lip and took a sip. Setting it down, he moved towards Thalia.

Thalia folded her arms across her chest and she stared him in the eyes.

“I like it that you are defiant,” Sandro smirked, assessing her.

“I do not care if you like it or not,” Thalia replied. “I want to know why I am here.”

Sandro walked towards her and he clutched her hand.

He pulled her to the middle of the room and made her stand in front of the vanity mirror.

“My dearest Thalia,” He whispered, “Why the fúck are you in this hideous dress and not the one I got you?”

He bit her ear lobe and cupped her breasts.

Thalia shivered. She bit her lip and grimaced as her core dampened due to his nearness.

“Betrayal.” She said and glared at herself in the mirror.

'I believe you should go with the flow. You need to get laid anyway.' Cass, her wolf, murmured.

Thalia clenched her hands. Her wolf was unbelievable most of the time. She wondered why she liked someone as cruel as Sandro and wanted him as a mate, instead of the many nicer men she had seen.

It was the opposite of what she wanted, her wolf wanted.

“You need to stop this. We broke off five years ago, and we moved on. Whatever you are trying to do won't work.” Thalia said.

She attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold tightened on her.

“And you are not pushing me away yet if you didn't want me to touch you.” He said, looking at her through the mirror.

Thalia grimaced. She could see the lust in his eyes. His sea-green eyes darkened with desire, and she didn't think they would return to their usual colour if he didn't get laid.

She was aware of how werewolves were when it comes to séx. The way they acted was different from how humans do.

They were mostly driven by emotion, most especially after they triggered their curse.

Only the untriggered werewolves acted rational, but it wasn't all the time.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me.” Sandro rasped.

“I do not want you,” Thalia said.

She gasped as he swirled her. “I didn't say look into the mirror.”

“I do not want you…” She moved to shove him but ended up in his arms as he pulled her into him.

His mouth latched over hers, and she winced as he bit on her lower lip.

Sandro took the opportunity, she used in opening her mouth to slide his tongue in.

His hand moved from her hair to her backside, and he squeezed.

“Sandro…” Thalia moaned.

“We both need each other. Stop denying it. I see you want me to fúck you.”

“I do not…” Thalia trailed off as his hand slid into her thighs.

She widened her eyes as it got to her panty which was already soaking with her juice.

Sandro smirked through the kiss and released her lip, “I told you, you want me. This…”

Thalia moaned as he rubbed her through her pant, she gripped his hand and bit her lip.

“It's an indication you want me inside of you right now.”

“No, you are just imagining things,” She whispered.

Sandro carried her, and she shrieked, thumping his chest at the sudden movement.

“Pull me down!”

“Stop yelling.” Sandro admonished, “You'll make everyone know we are on to something. Not that I mind, I am only concerned about your dignity.”

“Dignity?!” Thalia scoffed as he dumped her on the bed.

“Not that I mind you yelling out my name while I fúck you, I don't want you to make it look as though I force myself inside of you.”

“That's a first, Sandro. You never cared about what people feel.” Thalia said.

“Maybe.” He chuckled darkly.

Thalia shook her head as she gazed at the man before her. She realized she didn't know him as she had thought.

He was a monster and at the same time, he could act as though he was humane.

He never told her anything. No one knew things about him, not even his immediate family.

He was even dodgier than Blaze, and she wondered how people had been able to survive with him around.

“Enough chit-chat for the day. Let's get down to business.”

Abruptly, he came atop her and ripped the dress on her.

Thalia let out a startled shriek, and he slapped his hand over her mouth.

The lust that she had seen in his eyes before surfaced again.

“I want to taste you,” Sandro growled, he knelt before her and parted her thighs.

Thalia began to shake her head, but she knew she had lost the battle the moment his face buried itself in her thigh.

Her back arched and she gripped the duvet as he replaced his tongue with his finger.

Sandro quickened his pace and tore off his shirt with a hand.

“Shít!” Thalia hissed. Her eyes rounded as his díck entered her wetness.

She didn't know how he had slipped out of his pants quickly, but she didn't mind. She wanted him, although she couldn't say it out loud so as not to stroke his already huge ego.

“I didn't recall you to be as tight as this,” Sandro grunted.

“I didn't recall you to be as huge as this.” Thalia retorted.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move.

Sandro shut his eyes and almost immediately the image of Arabella's lithe body writhing under his surface.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped his hand around her neck, “Bítch.”

“Sandro!” Thalia gasped, holding his hand. “You are fúcking choking me!”

“I promised you I'd make life miserable for you. Do you think I intend to go soft on you anytime soon?” He smirked.

Thalia wheezed, and she attempted to remove his hand wrapped around her neck, but it seemed almost impossible.

He seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her and if she didn't stop him, she doubted she'd be alive the next minute.

“Sandro!” She said, firmly, nudging him.

That seemed to do the work as he snapped out of whatever trance he was in and immediately, he released her from his hold and he gasped.

Thalia furrowed her brows as he slipped out of her, clutching his neck.