The Blood Contract
Chapter 54: Unforgivable

Chapter 54: Unforgivable

Despite the fact that she had never been completely intimate with anyone before, Serena knew what it sounded like, and she hated her mind at that point for the kind of pictures it was painting.

The bed wasn’t moving, so they were still at the spot where she last saw them. But how exactly were they positioned? And why the hell was she even asking that question?

She wanted so badly to bring her legs together because of how much heat and moisture had pooled between her legs, but it was difficult as the ropes ensured they stayed apart.

Serena didn’t know how long the sounds kept echoing in her ears, but it eventually stopped at one point.

"Clean up and get dressed," Lucian’s voice rang out as soon as he walked out of the bathroom. He was already back in his slacks, his chest still bare.

Mitchell stood up and proceeded to the bathroom just as instructed to clean up and get dressed. She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad because on two occasions now, Lucian finished early with her and had no desire to go a second, third, or fourth round as was his usual practice.

While she was gone, Lucian grabbed a gun from a drawer and then proceeded to the bed. He lay down beside Serena, his hand moving to take off the mask covering her eyes.

Serena’s eyes quickly adjusted to the low lighting in the room before she shot him a glare—one he was expecting. What the hell did he think he was doing lying down beside her?

"Will you let me go now?" she shot at him, the venomous sting of her tone echoing sharply in his ears.

"Not yet. There are some underlying issues we have to settle before I let you go. So exercise a little patience, alright?" Lucian responded, gazing at her eyes with unreserved adoration, paying no attention to the anger radiating from her.

A few seconds later, Mitchell emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed.

"On your knees, Mitchell," Lucian ordered, and Mitchell wore a confused frown. Still, without question, she obeyed and went on her knees. "You just broke one of our rules. A very important one that I made sure you read repeatedly to be sure you understood it. Do you realize that?" he asked.

Mitchell remained quiet for a while before she answered, "Yes."

"What rule is that?" Lucian asked.

"I’m never to have anything to do with anyone in your inner circle, or anyone related to you in any form, be it a relationship, friendship, or even enmity," Mitchell responded, reading out the rule as it was written.

"Did you agree to that rule?" Lucian probed yet again.

"Yes."

"Do you know who the woman lying beside me is?"

"Yes."

"Who is she?" Another question emanated from Lucian, his voice eerily calm.

"She’s your wife," Mitchell answered with gritted teeth.

"Very good answer," Lucian nodded, a proud smile playing on his lips at Mitchell’s answer. "Now tell me, Mitchell, why does my wife want to kill you?"

"Because I called her a paper wife," Mitchell answered honestly, and Serena clenched her teeth as the words echoed in her ears again. The bluntness of Mitchell’s statement cut through her, stirring something deep within. She wasn’t sure why the words made her so angry, but it did, and that was all that mattered.

She knew she didn’t get married the proper way, but nobody had the right to point that out, especially not in such a mocking tone. It was one thing for her to silently carry the weight of it; it was another to have someone else throw it in her face.

"You called the wife of Lucian Draven a paper wife," Lucian’s voice dropped an octave, cold and menacing, as his hand tightened around the gun. His gaze locked onto Mitchell with a lethal intensity, and he slowly lifted the weapon, aiming it at her head. "Now tell me why I shouldn’t blow your brains off right here, right now," he continued, his words dripping with threat. The air was charged with a dangerous energy, and Serena could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold, frozen in a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Mitchell’s eyes stretched to the maximum in shock as she realized the gravity of the situation. "I’m sorry, Lucian. I only engaged her because I thought she didn’t mean anything to you, as the rumor suggests. I didn’t mean to offend you," she quickly apologized, her voice trembling with the sudden understanding of just how deep her mistake ran. She could feel the tension in the room thickening, and her stomach churned with anxiety. She knew she was already in trouble, but this—this felt like something far worse than she had ever anticipated.

"You didn’t offend me. You broke my rule. The one you offended is my wife, and that is unforgivable."

"I’m sorry. I swear on my life I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. Forgive me, please," Mitchell pleaded, her voice trembling with sincerity. She lowered her head, her eyes casting downward in a gesture of submission, as if hoping to convey the depth of her remorse.

Her hands came together in front of her, palms touching, her fingers curled slightly in a silent plea for mercy. The vulnerability in her posture was evident, the tension between them palpable as she awaited some form of response, her body stiff with anticipation.

Serena, whose eyes had widened in shock when she saw him lift a gun and point it at Mitchell, felt her heart race in her chest. Panic surged through her veins, making her pulse hammer in her ears.

She thought for a fleeting moment that perhaps he would lower it after Mitchell’s apology, but instead, he did the opposite. He cocked the gun with a chilling click, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room. The weight of the moment pressed down on Serena, and a cold wave of dread washed over her as she realized that, despite the apology, he was ready to pull the trigger.