My Second Chance Lycan King

CHAPTER 4: SPENDING THREE DAYS

AVA'S POV:

Sitting in the car, I gazed out of the window and reflected on the events of the past few hours. First was my slimy, neglectful and cheating husband, and now, running into the devil himself, King Draven.

And well, let's not forget how hard and wildly he'd fucked me.

My cheeks warmed up, and the flashes made my core throb. Even though I didn't want to admit it, as I looked over at the smirking man beside me, I realized he was the most exciting thing that has happened to me in years.

My marriage with Wayne had always been boring. There was hardly any romance that existed between us, or even orgasms at least. I was a robot that only existed to stand by his side in public – a trophy wife, some might call it. Considering his true sexual orientation, I was probably just a log of wood to him.

Those thoughts stung my heart, Sapphire once again wailing within me. It hurt – it hurt so fucking much to know someone you desperately loved never even felt a single thing for you.

Perhaps that was why I was desperate to have Draven fuck me, because I needed to feel something mutually wild and burning, like the intensity of the love I had for Wayne. I did it to feel, even if it was anger and revenge.

Well, I could no longer deceive myself that Wayne and I hadn't both betrayed our marriage. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here right now with the Lycan king. If he hadn't, I would never have left.

The car drove on the street for about half an hour until it reached a hotel parking garage that had a very luxurious appearance. Glancing at the hotel, a bad feeling nagged at the pit of my stomach. I was nervous just being in the same space as this unpredictable and intimidating man.

Was I being too reckless? What plans does Draven have in taking me with him? Do his plans involve a repeat of what happened in the restroom? Why does Sapphire feel excited?

Just as I hesitated to get down from the car, Draven pulled me out and while I felt heavily reluctant, or maybe just nervous, he dragged me into the hotel and headed straight to the elevator.

There was only two of us in the elevator when we stepped in, and I successfully pulled my arms away from him. I glared fiercely at him, huffing and folding my arms stubbornly.

"I could walk perfectly on my own." I mumbled.

King Draven remained quiet, only watching me through deep, intense blue eyes. Leaning back against the walls of the elevator, his dominant presence ate up the air in this tight, enclosed space, and I suddenly felt so very naked under his hot stare.

The Lycan King looked like he craved to once again devour me, right there in the elevator. And I wasn't sure I had it in me to stop him if he tried. So, I tightened my clothes, moved to the corner of the elevator, and distanced myself from inferno of lust and power that he was.

"Stop acting like you didn't walk into my car on your own free-will," he said, his lips curving into a lazy smirk.

"I was just scared that you'd stalk me and be an absolute creep if I didn't." I lied.

The only reason I went into Draven's car was because I didn't want him to ruin my career at the company. He was a monster like that. What if he told Wayne that I'd literally begged him to fuck me? I knew Draven was capable of doing that and worse because of the countless rumors of the Lycan King being a reputable heartbreaker.

When he wasn't busy ripping off the heads of those who dared to cross him, he was doing women. He was a mate-less and free man after all. He'd use women as much as he wished, always got them addicted to his touch, his voice, his taste, and then once he was finally bored and satisfied, he'd toss them out like trash.