Chapter 52
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Anastasia took the chance to crawl while still trying to cover herself. Yet Marcus was quick as he quickly followed to grab her legs, kissing her inner skin. He slowly ran his lips up her legs and towards her inner thighs, lightly biting her skin.
Anastasia unexpectedly exhaled out a sharp breath and Marcus grinned. "I can smell your scent, sweet Luna," he stated with a husky voice. "You smell so sweet, so enticing."
Anastasia could not help but feel heat covering her cheeks and even her whole body. She felt as if she had come to hell and this was their way of punishing her. The way he kissed her thighs, she could feel herself getting wet. But that was not because she found him attractive. Deep in her heart, she wished it was Draco who was kissing her. She wished she was back home, cuddling with him. Oh, how did she ever ended up here with this demon?
"What are you thinking, my lovely Luna?" he asked. "Why are you looking so sad yet so angry? Does it make you sad when I kiss you? Or does it make you angry when I stop?" he chuckled playfully.
"Don't even think for one second that I will let you do something with me on this bed," Anastasia declared, now shooting daggers at his face with her deadly glare.
"Acting so hot headed does not suit you at all. You're basically just an angry angel to my eyes. How can you ever make me feel intimidated with those pretty doe eyes of yours, hmm?"
"Stop with the flattery," said she, looking so fed up. Quickly, she crawled out of the bed, barely even covering herself from his watchful eyes. She went over to the curtains and hid herself, hugging the fabric tight with her hands.
Marcus laughed and raised himself up on his one elbow. He laid down on the bed and raised his one leg up, looking like he was comfortable. Finally, he looked up at her with a stern look. "I don't flatter, sweet Luna. I say only the truth. And if you don't want that, then there's pretty much nothing you can do about it."
"How dare you say these things to a Luna?" she demanded with anger. "You are in the presence of your Luna and you shall know very well how to respect her boundaries."
He sighed, standing up from the bed and walking over to her within a few large steps. She still had herself covered and as he approached. "Well, then," he responded with a deep husky voice. "Forgive me for doing this.."
Anastasia gasped as he held her face and kissed her. It was sudden and very shocking that he took the chance once again to insert his tongue to her opened mouth. It took her by surprise. Quickly, she pushed him away, slapping him sharp with her hand right across his face. His smirk gave a hint to how little it affected him.
"Don't. Ever. Kiss. Me. Again." Anastasia made sure he understood every single word. For a wild man like him, he would certainly not obey to any word she was saying. But still she would have to make a stand against his foolish ways and foolish beliefs. Because who would protect her now aside from herself? Perhaps it was her fault for attaining this unfortunate fate.
Marcus turned his head to look back at her face. "I don't think you have any idea that your fearless spirit turns me on so much. I wanna fuck you right here, right now." He said those words with so much depth and desire. All the while, Anastasia could only hold the curtains tighter to herself, watching as Marcus' eyes become darker.
"You're a monster," she murmured, her glare never leaving his face. From now on, every kind of glare she could muster would only be dedicated and reserved for him. As if that wasn't enough
"I know. I won't deny it. But I know you.. are a monster as well. It's hiding inside of you. But I think you're afraid to let it out. You're afraid everyone will find out and not like you anymore." Marcus laughed. "We all have our own monsters. But you, my dear sweet Luna, we have the same monster inside us."
His words cut deeper than a knife and it made her want to punch him, slap him or just anything! The way he was saying these things make her feel so hopeless.
"You have no idea who I am. You don't know me!" she retorted, feeling so defensive all of a sudden. Why did it feel like he was sure he knew her thoroughly when he had not even known her for longer than a week? This werewolf was mad indeed.
"Don't I?" he questioned with a smirk that says he knew a lot of her secrets. "I believe your mother would say otherwise."
"My mother?" she repeated in disbelief.
"She was a rogue.. just like me. A lost wolf. Why else would you have a human for a father? Why else would you be what you are now? A half-blood. So don't call me a monster, my sweet Luna. You're as much of a monster as I am. You're just afraid to let it out. Our humble beginnings brought us together and now I'm sure.. more than anything I've been sure of my entire life.. We belong to each other."
Anastasia could not say a word. She realized then how little she knew about her mother, where she came from. Only her father would be able to tell her the truth. But if Marcus were telling the truth, she would want to know everything.
"Why are you speechless, my Luna?" he asked, getting her attention. "You're looking so fuckable right now, I can smell your arousal."
Anastasia not on her bottom lip. Her body has betrayed her.
"However..," he continued with some seconds thoughts, "as tempting as it is to fuck you right now, I won't. I won't touch you until I know I have your heart and you are willing to have me."
"What makes you so sure I will be?"
"Trust me, you will soon enough. And besides, I have other plans for now."
"What kind of plan?" she murmured, feeling a sudden unease. Whatever this plan was, she was sure it was not going to be a good plan from the start.
"What I should have done a long time ago.. Kill your precious Alpha."
