Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Gavin’s secret.

Chalice.

Everyone’s changed. And it’s not in the ’they got busy’ or ’they were now more attentive to me’ kind of change. Now, it felt like they were all actively drifting away from me.

And I hated it.

With every fiber of my being.

I also hated Leilani now more than ever because I do not need any soothsayer to know that all of these had something to do with her.

And earlier today at Frostclaw, everyone’s reaction to the time she slapped me gave me all the answers I needed. It made me realize that I needed to apply more pressure. To stoke the already burning fire... to punish her more and hit her hard when she least expects.

She had been too calm. Too daring. She dared slap me right in front of everyone and no one touched her. Not even Gavin.

My blood boiled at the thought but just as I was about to shake it off, and probably bury myself in some spicy fast food that could at least match the amount of spice in my chest, the doorbell rang and Kael strutted in looking as though he’d just had the worst evening.

He looked handsome in his three piece suit. His hair, even though looked like it had been run through by his fingers countless times, gleamed under the chandelier. My eyes snagged on his lips for a brief moment, and I wished... hoped that he would kiss me.

Gosh, what I would do to have it sucking on my cunt right now!

His stormy gray eyes met mine as soon as he noticed my presence, but instead of smiling like he always did, he sighed.

"Hey Kael, how did your day go?" I mumbled, even though it’s not been that long since I last saw him.

I draped my hands over his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. But he was stiff—too stiff. He didn’t kiss me back. I frowned.

"Are you good?"

"Mhm."

"Do you feel better after going for a drive?"

"Mhm."

His generic replies were grating on my nerves, but deciding that I wouldn’t let him annoy me, I sighed and continued; "Have you had lunch? Dinner?"

"I’m not in the mood."

Now, that had me. I stood chest to chest with him, whilst planting my hands on my waist as I looked up at him. Standing like this, I made sure that he had a clear view of my breasts, and I hoped to the heavens and the earth that he would take a peek.

Just one peek.

Just oneeee...

He didn’t. I rolled my eyes. "You don’t look too good. Do you want me to take care of you?"

That finally made him look at me— like really look at me. His deep dark eyes trailed down my face for a moment too long and then coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face, he whispered; "You should rest. You aren’t fully recovered yet."

His deep masculine voice and the way his hands skimmed over my skin set my flesh ablaze. I leaned into his touch like a wanton, my eyes fluttering closed as I whispered; "I need you."

"And I need you to get better first."

"But I’m already better." I argued, wanting him to touch me. Missing the way his hands would usually rove my skin like a starving man. Goddess, I miss the way he would fuck me senseless. And I wanted— no, needed— to feel him inside of me right now.

On impulse, my pussy throbbed and I spread my legs wide whilst batting my eyelashes at him. Usually that does the trick, but today, it didn’t. So I changed tactics.

I took his hand in mine, leading him down there until he was brushing against the surface of my clit.

My juices poured out effortlessly, and I wanted him to soak it in. To insert his fingers into me. To fill me... and stretch me the way his cock usually does.

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