Not Mine but His Mate (Completed)

Chapter 27: What I Deserve 🐾

~Hazel's POV~

"Leo!" I moaned out as quietly as I could as he devoured my little button. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he feasted as if he had been starving for years and I paid for each year. He was merciless and tried his best to make me scream.

I ran my fingers in his hair, pulling on it to hopefully make him take it easier but no, he growled instead and did the opposite. Arching my back, I released my juices while covering my mouth with my hands and he was careful not to let any of my juices hit the island table. He drank everything.

In between pants, my f**king right mind resurfaced. What did we just do?
Oh no.
Before I could move away, Leo quickly positioned himself on top of me. He looked down at me and smiled his usual smug smile.

Fear but lust in my eyes....focus, "Leo, we're on an island table. We've already gone too far. Please let me just...let me just go," I whispered.

"You sound so convincing, mi alma," he said sarcastically. I knew I didn't sound convincing. I wanted him but I couldn't force myself to get away from him. My head and my body were at war--my body was winning.

"Tell me that you don't want me and I won't proceed to make love to you like we both want."

That's not fair. I couldn't say I didn't want him. I absolutely did and I couldn't so no. And I didn't. I looked at him with worry in my eyes, not daring to say what he requested. Still on top of me, he sarcastically mocked, "Well then, you just make sure to tay quiet if you don't want him to hear us."

Before he eagerly inserted himself inside of me, I woke up in a panicked state. I placed my hand on my heaving chest. What a nightmare. I looked next to me to hopefully find Dom there but he wasn't. In fact him and Leo both were gone. I felt bad that their going back home was delayed because of me. I hope Clover could forgive me, I didn't mean for any of that Zaim situation. I just wanted to feel a little piece of home by going home.

After convincing them both that I was fine for another three days, they both left for Anipadra. It didn't sit well with me that Dom left without so much of a kiss. The last three days before he left, he was there but he wasn't. He would make me meals throughout the day, make sure I would take my baths and attend to my wounds but I couldn't attend to his.

What I did really hurt him and I felt it. After a few hours, I missed him speaking to me lovingly, caressing me with not only his touch but his words. Although I had hurt him, he was dedicated to making sure I was taken care of. He hesitated to leave but like I said, they're stronger together than apart.

I had recovered mostly but my heart still pained--pained for how upset Dom was with me. And after that dream I just had, I can see why. I refuse to believe it was real--there's no evidence. I don't remember at all if it happened. Is my mind playing tricks on me? I don't know. What is wrong with me?!

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I tuned back into the news broadcast while taking another sip of my coffee--French vanilla, can never go wrong with that. Anyway, the day wouldn't be right if my face wasn't plastered all across the screen. The usual, my ex-husband was still unconscious in a hospital bed and paparazzi couldn't find me. I all of sudden got the support of the world behind me and people wanted me to begin a career in something while the world's opinion was in my favor.

I scoffed.
F**k every single one of them.

I rolled my eyes and turned off the tv, switching on the radio instead. Using Callie's Spotify, "Hmm, I feel like it's a Normani kind of day." Since I've been back to America, I found my new obsession and her name was Normani. Sis was perfect in every way. She was chocolate like myself, beautiful, could dance her butt off, a gymnast, had stage presence, could perform with the best of them, could hit the whistle notes like Mariah Carey and could hit the sultry low notes like Toni Braxton.