Until Then
Sabrina's POV
“What?” I asked with raised brow, folded arms and an exhausted body.
“Can I come in?” There was a faint smile on his lips as he asked. If I didn't know better, I would've thought him to be the most perfect gentleman. The man might've even fooled me too if I wasn't so pissed off.
“No. Are you done?” I really didn't need this right now. Not at all. I just wanted to get some sleep!
“I'm coming in.” He literally pushed me softly away from the door and forced himself in, shocking me as I glared at him. So he asked me for permission for that then, if he was just going to do what he wants.
He walked in and began to look around like he owned the place. He wasn't wearing a suit but comfortable tees and pants. I won't lie, the man looked decent.
“What do you want? I thought you had a pack meeting.” I hated that he had such a gorgeous face. It made everything worse.
“I lied. Get on the bed.” His voice was emotionless as he rocked my world in seconds. Sex? Is he crazy?
“Excuse me? You won't touch me, Kyle. Stay away.” I shunned him immediately.
Then he turned around to face me as he wasn't staring at me before. It was a look of mild annoyance that obviously didn't move me.
“Your wound. I saw it split open when you fell, on your arm. I want to take care of it. Nobody is touching you except me, when I'm ready or when you beg. You're my wife.” That's when I noticed the little kit he had been holding.
He was baiting me with his voice of words and he knew it.
“Bold of you to think I'll beg you, a crazy kidnapper, for sex. It was a one time mistake that I regret and it will never happen again. It's not even part of the agreement.” I scoffed, his confidence annoying.
“Sure. Sit down so I can check and treat the wound.” He sounded uninterested and I don't know, it made me feel ashamed, especially since I remembered that I was the one that begged him to touch me seven years ago. It was embarrassing!
If I didn't take those stupid shots of booze, I wouldn't have ended up in this mess in the first place and no I'm not saying I'm ungrateful for my kids.
“Pretending to care for me, even when we are alone, is not necessary. I'll behave so please, don't do anything like this next time.” I warned as I listened to him anyway and took my ass to bed. The mattress sank under me as I sat on one end, then watched him approach me and take my hand.
“You're my wife and Luna. I have no reason to pretend to care for you.” He said, examining the injury. Now that he was giving it attention, it actually hurt. It hurt a lot for some reason. Somehow, his words hurt even more because I knew he was lying.
“I'll never believe you.” I said, glaring but the Alpha king ignored me, he didn't even look at me.
“I don't need you to.”
“I hate you.” I said it with so much spite because clearly, I couldn't win with this man. At least I could run my mouth until I couldn't, so it was all good.
“Great.”
He joined me in bed, sitting beside me in silence. He took his sweet time to dress the wound then he used a plaster to keep it in place.
“Better.” He said, satisfied and proud of himself. I said nothing, then watched his eyes divert from my arm to my waist, then rise all the way to my chest. They stayed there, shamelessly for a while before his eyes lifted once again to my face.
Bothered and hot, I looked down at myself to see that my nightwear was really short and it was very transparent, the overall I had under it wasn't. My tits are also very visible and pointy. I was literally naked.
I swallowed.
“Stop looking at me like that and leave.” I said breathlessly, fighting the urge to want him because that's just stupid and damn, he smelled so good it hurt. The moon goddess is so unfair! He looked just like Ethan and I seriously prayed that one day he wouldn't take his time to take a good look at his son and put two and two together. It was a major fear now.
“I'm looking at you exactly how you want to be looked at, wife. Your nipples are begging me. I know what's in your heart.” He teased and it drove me crazy. He was so crude and rude, he didn't even care.
“You know nothing, just leave.” My face flushed with embarrassment and I stood up to turn around so I could walk to the other end of the bed but he dragged me back and forced me back to my original spot beside him.
“Sit.” I almost pounced on him but I knew if I put my hands on him, I would melt from the impact and beg him to fuck me. I've been such a mother, I've almost forgotten the touch of a man. If anyone should fuck me, he shouldn't be Kyle. Never.
So I simply stayed out, but I didn't expect him to do what he did next.
He took my hand in his and as he rubbed it carefully, he opened his mouth and actually did something nice with it. He apologized to me, and he was different from the crazy man that kidnapped my kids, then kidnapped his wife and forced her to move in with him.
“I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, my harsh methods and the so-called kidnapping. I'll never harass my wife like that again and all the guards that witnessed it, I've dismissed them. I don't want you to feel little or uncomfortable or think we are all ganging up against you. I didn't hurt you kids either, unlike what you thought. I'm not that kind of monster. I want you to have a good environment that you'll love, so forgive me.”
I blinked, in disbelief. If he wasn't sitting beside me and actually moving his mouth, I would've never believed that he was the one from a second opinion.
“Where's Kyle and what did you do with him? Whatever, I think I like this version more.”
He laughed and I didn't even know I was that funny but on a more serious note, he was really apologizing to me and being nice?
“So, I'm forgiven then?”
“Of course not. If it's that easy for me to forgive you then very soon you won't even need it. No I don't forgive you but if you give me time, I'll think about it.”
It made me feel good and seen that he actually wanted my forgiveness, but now that I knew that I had a little leverage over him at this moment, I wasn't going to waste it. He needed to respect me.
He sighed dramatically.
“You're one hell of a woman, you know that?” He ran his hand through his face, exasperated, like he regretted asking me to forgive him.
“And you're the craziest man I've ever met. Go away so I can get some sleep.”
“I don't let women talk to me like that. Don't order me around.”
“What are you going to do about it then? You've already done and shown me your worst.” Seriously, what could he possibly do from here?
Just then, the mood heightened as he stared hard at me again. He kept checking me out, seemingly showing more interest than he intended to. Was he apologizing so I'll agree to sleep with him or what? In his wildest dreams!
“Yeah but I've not shown you the many things I can do with my mouth and cock. It can make a woman mute for days, so you won't have to order me around if you can't speak.”
His voice turned soft, but dark and primal. The air in the room charged up and his very essence made me a bit dizzy. He was very close to getting me, but not if I sent him away immediately.
“You're wasting your time. I've told you we are never having sex, so try all you want. Get out.”
“Watch it.” He ordered, getting up, the mattress rising up as his weight left it.
He finally got to the door and turned to face me again.
“Oh you'll so beg me soon.” He scrutinized me up to down in a way that made me feel naked and hot and I was tempted to just beg.
“Until then.”
“Until then.” He repeated, then the door closed behind him.
I took a deep breath and finally crashed on the bed.