Enslaved By The Ruthless Vampire Lord: Her Second Chance Mate

Naya stilled as she felt Rhys eyes boring into her as he held her wrist tight.

“I…I…I….” She began to stammer as she struggled for him to let her go, but he held her even tighter.

“What are you up to pumpkin?” He asked with narrowed eyes as Naya swallowed deep. Did she overreact that he now found her suspicious?

“Nothing… I’m up to nothing..” she smiled sheepishly as she tried so hard to hide her tense state.

“Oh, nothing, huh?” Rhys smirked a glint of challenge in his eyes. “Then why are you squirming like a worm on a hook?”

Naya’s heart raced as she tugged futilely at her wrist, her smile growing more strained by the second. “I’m not squirming. I’m just… nervous.”

“Nervous?” he echoed, lifting a brow.

“About what? The weather? The price of tea in China?” He scoffed at her sarcasm as Naya tucked a strand of her hair away.

Naya’s cheeks flushed, her pulse quickening at his proximity.

“Of course not. It’s just that you’re too close. Let go of me. I’ll answer your question..” she stated as Rhys stared hard at her before letting her go.

“Now tell me Naya, what are you up to?” He grilled Naya in a stern voice.

“Nothing. What do you mean by that? When did my niceness start to become a problem?” She asked, raising a brow at him.

“Since when you and niceness do not align together. You’re not nice Naya. You’re rude..” he pointed out the obvious as Naya signed deeply.

“Okay… I decided to go for a change..” she smiled curtly at him.

“A change, huh?” Rhys rolled his eyes, clearly unconvinced.

“Yes. I thought it was only right to apologize since I kind of disrespected you. So can I go now?” She questioned.

“By any chance did you listen to my conversation with Vlad?” He asked as Naya nodded her head slowly.

“Yes..” she confirmed, not hiding the truth at all.

“But I swear I didn’t mean to. I just finished having my shower and…” Her voice trailed off as she nervously picked her fingers.

Rhys raised an eyebrow, his expression turning from suspicion to amusement. “Oh? You just ‘accidentally’ overheard my conversation, huh? What a coincidence.”

Naya scowled at him, her cheeks flushing.

“It’s not like I wanted to listen in on your conversation. It’s not like I was eavesdropping on purpose. I just happened to hear what you two were talking about.”

“Uh-huh,” Rhys drawled, his smirk growing. “So what exactly did you hear, hmm?”

“I.. don’t…know…” she stammered looking away from him.

“Have you met any werewolves before?” Rhys suddenly asked.

“No!!! I haven’t!!” Naya bluntly denied raising her voice. That was a big lie. She was one and she was never going to spill that.

“Really?” Rhys asked, catching the lie in her voice, he could sense that she was nervous but just kept mute about it.

“Yeah. I’m just a normal human who found herself here in Shadowvale. I’ve never heard about werewolves before. By the way, do they live here? I mean werewolves here with you vampires just like the way humans live here?” Naya asked as she anxiously waited for his reply.

“No..” Came his blunt reply as Naya’s heart literally stopped beating right at that moment.

“Why?” She questioned in a low voice.

“Because I hate them..” Rhys replied, shaking his head, not hiding his distaste for werewolves.

Naya’s stomach churned as she listened to Rhys speak. His hatred of werewolves was palpable, the venom in his voice as sharp as a blade.

“Why do you hate them so much?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear that was coiling in her chest.

Rhys scowled, his expression turning dark. “They’re dangerous, unpredictable. They turn on their own kind. They can’t be trusted. Imagine Magnus destroying his fellow packs. That’s shit to me..” He scoffed bringing out a cigarette from his Pocket, Naya could only shake her head inwardly as he watched him lit the cigarette. He never left a moment out to smoke.

Naya bit her lip, a feeling of dread washing over her. “So you don’t think we should trust them?”

“I don’t trust them..” she deadpanned.

“Then why welcome one in your home?” Naya couldn’t help but ask, eyes wide.

If he hated werewolves so much, he should call off whatever Magnus was coming to do in Shadowvale, because she just couldn’t meet Magnus. And if she was to run away, how would she escape Rhys.

He would catch her, that was inevitable.

Rhys inhaled deeply from his cigarette, his gaze fixed on Naya as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Because it’s fun..” Rhys shrugged his shoulders as Naya looked at him in utter disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Rhys!!” Naya shrieked in surprise.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“You’re inviting someone you hate into your house because you think it will be fun??” She scoffed in disbelief.

“yeah. I might decide to kill him. Maybe yes, Maybe no. Let’s see our it plays out..” he said as it finally dawned on Naya that he was inviting Magnus not because he wanted, to but from the pleasure he would derive from whatever he was planning to do in that head of his.

Naya stared at Rhys, horror and disbelief warring in her expression. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Of course I am..” he smirked wickedly as he suddenly held Naya’s wrist.

“Let’s focus on us now..” the corner of his lips curled up as he led me to the side of the bed, discarding the cigarette he was smoking in an ashtray.

“What do you mean?” She stuttered, wondering what he meant when he abruptly pulled her close to himself and slammed his lips on hers.

Naya’s body stiffened in shock, but she quickly realized that resisting would only raise Rhys’s suspicion further as she told him she wanted to make things right between them.

So she allowed him to continue kissing her, her mind reeling as she tried to process what was happening.

Rhys kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body, sliding over her curves. He tasted like smoke and desire, and despite herself, Naya could feel her heart racing.

“You know what I mean, Naya,” he growled, his voice low and intense.

“You and I have unfinished business. And I think it’s time we finished it. A peck on the cheek is not enough..” He whispered and Naya immediately began to regret why she pecked him.

He possessed her lips once more, kissing her more deeply than before.

Naya had originally planned to stay still and just allowed him to do what he wanted to do.

But the heat that began to consume her was too much, she began to feel hot and aroused and did not even know when she clutched Rhys’s hair and began to kiss him back.

As Naya’s hands tangled in Rhys’s hair, a low growl escaped his lips, and he deepened the kiss even further.

Their lips moved together in a feverish dance, tongues tangling in a heated embrace. Naya’s body pressed against his, her heart pounding as she felt his fingers slide up the back of her neck, his grip growing more possessive by the second.

The scent of smoke and pine filled her nostrils, and she could feel Rhys’s body responding to her touch.

She began to moan in between kisses as Rhys trailed his fingers on her back.

Her insides began to ache wanting something more, now she wanted something more than a kiss. She wanted him to continue from where he stopped last night.

“Oh fuck Rhys!!” She involuntarily moaned as Rhys suddenly cupped her ass, caressing it.

Rhys smiled curtly as he heard her say those words, at least he was able to spark up a reaction in her and make her yearn for him more than anything, that was exactly what he wanted. To starve her and then make her beg for it.

Another moan escaped her lips as he felt her moving her fingers to unbutton his shirt when he abruptly pulled away.

Her face was flushed as she took in deep breaths, staring at him hungrily as she kept asking him with those eyes of hers why he stopped.

“That would be all for today, pumpkin..” Rhys said with a smirk plastered on his face.

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