Camilla's POV
Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, power imbalance, and emotional tension. Reader discretion is advised.
I lowered my gaze as his eyes burned into me. He stood there, watching, like I had ignored an order.
Then, in a cold, low voice, he said, “Take off that white garment.”
Fear gripped my chest again. I thought he would leave with his Beta and I’d have some time to myself: maybe to prepare, maybe to just breathe. But no. He stayed back.
I bit my lower lip as I was frozen in place. He walked to the bed and told me to come. When he looked back and saw I was still dressed, his face hardened.
Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed the edge of the cloth, and ripped it down the middle. My breasts were bare now, only a thin pair of panties was still covering me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down, shivering like the breeze blowing at me was cold.
I let out a small sob as he pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed. He pushed down his pants like he didn’t care what I felt. He was exactly how they described him - powerful, cold, and dangerous.
I looked away as he reached for my panties, and in that moment, a tear rolled down my face but I reminded myself: He bought me. I’m his. I don’t have a choice anymore.
Damon once made promises. He said I had a future. We were friends. He said he wouldn’t touch me until we were mated properly. He kept that promise, until he gave up on me and sent me here.
Cassian wasn’t like Damon.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait.
“You act too dull,” he said, annoyed. “Do you want to spend the night in the dungeon?”
He slapped my *ss and pulled me closer, pressing himself against me but I kept quiet as I held back tears.
He paused halfway, then laughed a little and sat back.
“It’s your first time. No wonder. Sit up. Let me teach you something.”
I sat up slowly as my hands were shaking. My eyes were too full of tears to see him clearly. I didn’t want this. But I knew it would happen anyway. So why fight?
I hated my wolf for saying this was our mate. Maybe it was true. But this didn’t feel like a bond. It felt like control.
“Open your mouth,” he said, standing in front of me. “You belong to me now. I expect you to act like it.”
I hesitated, but I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I just needed to get through this.
He slid his d*ck into my mouth slowly as I tried to stay calm and focus on breathing.
My hands rested on his thighs as his d*ck moved carefully in my mouth. He noticed the frown on my face and pushed harder as I gagged with his d*ck still in.
“That’s better,” he gave a satisfied grunt but I kept going, trying not to think too much, just doing what he wanted.
This was my life now.
After a while, he pulled out. Saliva dripped down my chin. I wiped it quickly, still not looking at him.
“Open your eyes, little Camilla,” he said and I obeyed.
He crouched in front of me, touching my chin. His eyes dropped to the mark on my neck.
“Who gave you that mark?” He asked quietly. “Not the warrior one. The other one.”
I didn’t answer right away. I was tired. I was Confused. Everything felt too much.
“Someone,” I finally said, trying to crawl away from him.
“Who?” He asked again, slapping my cheek lightly. “Answer me.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it appeared by itself,” I muttered.
He laughed softly, then stood. “Get up. Arch your back.”
I hesitated as my eyes burned again. Didn’t he see how tired I was?
He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, forcing my legs open. I gasped as he slid inside, rough and fast.
I gripped the pillows and held back more sobs. This wasn’t how I imagined it would be. I had imagined being on Damon's king-sized bed while he played soft music, telling love tales to my ears before we would begin to kiss. I guessed my life was now a proof of getting the exact opposite of what you desired.
Was going rogue not even better than being in the captivity of someone like Cassian who could snap my neck whenever he felt like it.
He drove into me quickly, like he was proving something. Like buying me gave him the right to everything. Or maybe it did.
I kept trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart again and again.
Finally, he pulled out, breathing hard.
“You’re still too tight,” he said, a tight look on his face. “We’ll continue tomorrow..”
Jumping out of the bed, I reached for my panties and for the white garment but it was torn. I stood still as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“When you leave, go find the Beta,” he ordered, pulling on his pants. “He has your new duties.”
He jumped onto the bed but I didn’t move out of the room just yet. How could I walk back to my room naked?
“What are you waiting for?” He snapped.
“Can I… get another cloth? This one’s already torn,” I asked quietly, holding up the ripped garment.
He scowled and sat up. “If I pin you to the bed again, you won’t leave for two days. Try me.”
I quickly grabbed the clothes and ran to the door, trying to cover myself with it as best I could. I glanced back once. He was laughing.
“Mate, my foot,” I whispered, opening the door and stepping into the hallway.
I hadn’t just been sold. I hadn't just been rejected. I was now stuck in here with the monster that bought me and happened to be my second chance mate.