23 ~ Blood and moan
Cassandra POV
The attendee took me to his chamber. The lights were lit all across the chamber as it was going to dark soon.
The door of his chamber pushed open and I stepped inside. Behind me, the door closed again leaving me alone in the area. I looked around for him but he wasn't there. My mind itself told me that he was sitting on the balcony.
I walked towards him and he asked suddenly without looking at me.
"How was your day?"
His voice shivered me in a sensational way. The roughness along with care raced my heartbeats all of sudden and calmed my raging nerves.
"It was good,"
I tried to say.
He offered to sit along with him and might have sensed my broken state. My tears, which were on the verge of slipping, broke in front of me.
"Hey,"
He pulled me in his lap and then stopped. I broke in front of him. Crying aloud, my arms spread across his shoulder tightly, hiding my face inside his chest. My tears flowed out like a river.
I felt his arms wrapped around me and patted my head softly. I cried, even more, the flashes of my brother blurring my vision again and again.
"Hey, what happened,"
"I want my brother back,"
I cried even more.
"I want my family….back,"
My voice was hoarse and broken.
"Hey, calm down, Cass,"
"You know… on my birthday al… always the whole palace was decorated and people celebrated. But today…. Now, these people are jailed and enslaved for no reason,"
My voice was broken.
He hugged even tighter and kissed my head.
"I am sorry, Cass"
I didn't know what kind of relationship it was. He was my enemy, I hated him, still I was in his arms showing my vulnerable state.
He soothed me down, kept holding like that till my nerves calmed down, tears stopped flowing. It felt good, nicer than before. I felt light, the pain was less as I stopped crying but still my body felt tired and numb a little.
The darkness covered the sky. In the meantime we stayed like that.
The cold breezes hit me every forth and then but this embrace of him was feeling like family and soothing.
Slowly, I felt his lips kissing my ear and asked.
"Sleepy?"
I nodded silently.
His steel strong arms took me up as he stood up to walk inside. My heart, raging nerves had started calming down but there was an increase in my body temperature. I was feeling slightly hotter.
He took me to his bed and put me over it carefully. His eyes turned upset as looked into mine.
He patted my head softly and turned to go away. But, before he could go, my hand itself held his wrist to stop and turned towards me.
He sat beside me slowly and looked at me.
I tried to sit up and held his gaze calmly. His green eyes looked tense like the ocean. There were mixed emotions.
"Are you okay now?"
He asked and I said,
"Take me,"
I was sure. I accepted my fate. I wasn't ready to pay the huge cost for my freedom. This was it.
"What?"
He asked, looking at me.
"Take me, make me what you wanted to,"
I declared. Though, I knew that according to the sacred book Angiopatra, I was the creature who.would develop the strongest bond of mate and love with the one whom I would spend my night with.
"You changed your mind?"
He asked.
"No, I still want to kill you but I accepted my fate,"
I muttered bravely.
"What fate?"
He asked.
"Fate, that you decided for me. Fate, that, that slavemaster chose for me. Fate, which was chosen for me without my consent,"
His face changed, a little was more upset.
"And what that fate wants you to do?"
He continued asking.
"To warm your bed. They all call me your whore,"
He lowered his gaze.
"I know you hate me,"
He started looking at me.
"I know you hate me more than anyone because I killed your brother, not me actually but my army,"
I chuckled.
"You destroyed my life,"
I said looking at him.
"You cannot understand me,"
He started and took out the knife from his overcoat and gave it to me.
I looked at the heavy metallic weapon and glared at him.
"Your first and the last chance, kill me,"
My heartbeats raced and my body froze. His words were so clear.
I looked at the knife.
He shifted closer to me. His hand softly cupped my cheek, my lashes felt heavy to stay open. My parted lips started to take air in with effort.
"Kill me, Cassandra,"
My name rolled from his lips raced my heartbeats even more.
I closed my eyes, remembered the body of my brother, the way his soldiers killed me.
Tightening the grip around the knife, I looked at him.
He titled his neck sidewards and my sight fell on his godly neck. The jawline and that Adam's apple.
I blinked nervously, taking the knife closer to his neck. But, my fingers were shivering. He closed his eyes. My eyes darted on his eyelashes. He was patiently waiting for a cut, blood bath.
I put the knife closer to his skin, shifting a little close to him, I tried to pass it through his neck.
But, my fingers shivering, afraid, not able to make him bleed. His neck attracted me insanely, my eyes not leaving his tanned skin of his. The edge of a sharp knife pierced his skin a little. A drop of thick red blood came out. My heart throbbing insanely looking at the drop of blood with the little pierced skin.
My shivering fingers left the knife which fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
There was a tear in my eyes as I looked at him back.
My eyes moved from his eyes to his neck. My trembling fingers slowly touched his neck and washed the drop of blood.
My cheeks had warmed up to an alarming level. Maybe this was the effect of velina.
I leaned in closer to his neck. My lips themselves feathered his neck. They caressed his neck and muttered.
"I can't kill you, Ryan,"
A tear slipped my eye.
"No matter, how much I hate you, I can't kill you,"
I finished and kissed his neck. There was the desire in me to kiss him deeper on the neck, on his jawline, that cheek, and everywhere.
I did that too. My lips moved slowly towards his jawline and muttered.
"Take me, destroy me,"
My voice means every word. If there was no freedom I wanted my destruction. I wanted to be burnt.
Suddenly, I felt his hand fisting my hair and looked at me.
"What did you have today?"
My breathing was hard, my cheeks warm, my stomach erupting butterflies and my body feeling the heat.
"Nothing,"
I replied.
"Tell me, Cassandra, otherwise,"
"Otherwise??"
I asked looming into his eyes.
His hand shifted from my hair to my neck. Cupping it harshly he brought my face closer and I moaned with the strange sensation.
The spark, the sensations rolling over my body insanely. This touch made me moan deeper.
"WHAT DID YOU HAVE?"
His eyes were angry.
"Leave what I had, talk what I want to have,"
My eyes closed with the effect.
He applied a little pressure on my neck and asked once again.
"What did you have, Cass?"
I opened my eyes and looked into his. My lips muttered slowly.
"Velina, two glasses,"
He brought my face closer to his and I moaned louder with the slight pain.
"Ahhhhhh, Ryan,"
"Are you mad? Whyyyyy?"
He asked with fury.
"I wanted to suffer what my people are suffering. I wants to feel the same pain,"
His eyes changed as he looked at me.
