Chapter 4 You don't know me

**Brynlee's POV**

I smiled warmly at the middle aged woman who had been asked to take me up to 'my' room. And just as she had been commanded, she took me up a flight of golden stairs, and down a few decorated corridors until we arrived at a large mahogany door.

"This is your room ma'am." She said softly, gesturing towards the large door that stood intimidatingly at a corner.

"My room?" I asked incredulously, surprised at the prospect of already having a room in this house.

"Yes, your room." She replied, smiling.

In curiosity, I pulled the large door open and almost immediately, I gasped in surprise.

Oh my motherfucking goodness!

"This is beautiful." I exclaimed with a half smile gracing my face as I gingerly stepped into the room.

Just like the rest of the house, it was beautiful. Extremely beautiful with high walls and the usual high ceilings.

The curtains were drawn in a Hollywood fashion while a medium sized chandelier hung from the middle of the room giving off a hollow like hue.

It was insanely gorgeous!

"Thank you again ma'am." I said sweetly to the woman who had a small smile on her face as she stared lovingly at me.

"You can call me Gwen." She supplied quietly, making me nod my head in agreement.

"Gwen. Thank you Gwen." I tried again, and this time her smile broadened, lighting up her perfectly wrinkled face.

Like the portrait hanging downstairs, something about her drew me in, pulled at me slowly, until I was mesmerized.

I immediately shook my head slowly, as If shaking off the thoughts of the woman and strode into the room with a smile on my face.

A tiny frame by the side of my bed caught my attention. I was shocked to realize after picking it up that it was the same picture from downstairs, with just a difference in sizes.

I picked up the picture frame, and sat on the plush bed wondering why the girl in it looked so much like me, and why the young man downstairs kept insisting that I was the one.

I couldn't remember a thing about this person they were all talking about, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like pulling my hairs off in frustration.

The girl in the picture looked like me, no doubt, but I couldn't recall ever knowing Mr Caden or even staying at an orphanage.

According to grandmother lupe, the elderly woman I lived with all my life, my mother had died during childbirth, leaving me with her.

I had always believed her, but now that I thought about it, I didn't know who to believe between her and the so-called Mr Caden downstairs...

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I slowly stepped out of the majestic bathroom after having the best bath I've had in ages and was about to walk into the room when I suddenly froze in my steps.

There was someone in the room!

"Who is in there?!" I called out frightfully, squinting against the darkness of the room. I instinctively tightened my hold on the towel wrapped around my chest as I took a few steps deeper into the room.

"Who is there?!" I screamed again, frantically running my hands over the walls to find the switch.

Immediately I found something akin to a switch, I turned it on and gasped when I saw Mr Caden on my bed, sitting and patiently waiting for me with a brooding expression on his face.

"Hi." I quickly said, bouncing from foot to foot as I watched him closely from where I stood.

"Hey." He replied softly, and then patting the space close to where he sat, he whispered; "Come here."

"No." I said almost immediately, quickly glancing at the towel still wrapped around my naked body, "I won't."

"Why?" He whispered, slowly looking up at me in confusion.

"Nothing really." I replied with a shrug, "I just find it weird having chitchats with you while I'm clad in nothing but a damp towel." I said sarcastically, and frowned immediately when he smiled.

What the hell does he find funny?

"That shouldn't be a problem between us, especially-"

"It should!" I snapped, interjecting him quickly, "I know you're about to talk about me being your mate and whatnot, but I enjoy my privacy! I know you're all handsome face and drippy veejays but-"

"You're overthinking this stuff Brynlee!" He said suddenly cutting me off.

"I know I want you and all, but I'd never make you do anything against your will." He drawled slowly, softly, it made my knees dissolve slowly underneath me.

"You'd never make me do anything against my will?" I asked him, cocking my eyebrows in askance.

"Yea, I wouldn't, I swear."

"Okay then, let me go. You're keeping me here against my will." I snapped defiantly, placing both of my hands on my hips as I stared up at him.

I immediately noticed the shift in his demeanor as soon as the words escaped my lips, and I instantly knew I had just asked for the impossible.

"No!" He growled, moving away from my bed to take predatory steps towards me. The more he stepped forward, I retaliated by taking a few steps backwards.

"Okay baby tiger, calm down!" I rushed out in fright, "just stop stalking me like that, I thought you meant you'd let me go after agreeing not to do anything against my-"

My voice immediately hitched in my throat when he suddenly pulled me close to him, so close that I could hear the sounds of his heart beating frantically against his chest-

Or maybe it was my heart beating against my chest. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was beyond frightened and there were heart beats!

I gasped suddenly when I felt him dip his head into the hollow space between my neck and my shoulders and began to suck lightly on it until I was sure I could see tiny stars dance in my line of vision.

"S-stop Mr Caden!" I screamed, pushing myself away from him but he ignored me and began peppering open mouthed kisses to my chin, my neck, my shoulders, everywhere.

"You are not allowed to leave me, or my house." He whispered slowly into my ears, licking slowly on my earlobe as he spoke. I nodded slowly, shakily, seemingly unsure of what to say or what else to do.

I knew I'd still want to leave though. In fact I would ask to leave immediately he was done sending these wild sparks down my body, but I said nothing, unwilling to argue with him as he kept trailing hot kisses down my body.

My train of thoughts were immediately disrupted when I felt myself being lowered into the bed and my towel slowly falling away from my body.

I couldn't actually decide if it was the Mate bond we shared or the adrenaline pumping through my veins that made his touches light a blazing fire on my skin.

I only knew that I wanted more, needed more. I needed to feel what it was like to be with your mate, to be taken by your mate.

He gently squeezed one of my breasts, absentmindedly playing with one of my nipples until he suddenly picked it up, and popped it into his mouth like a ripened grape. I gasped, with my eyes round with surprise and something close to arousal.

My shallow pants filled the air when I felt his hand stealthily creep up my thighs, slowly until he arrived at my vaginal folds, and gulped when he rubbed slowly against my clit, playing it, like a guitar string.

His touches, his kisses made me squirm beneath him crazily; but before I could catch my breath, I felt him insert two of his fingers into my vagina, making me cry out in pleasure.

"f-fuck!" I groaned, arching my back to allow him easier access; and at my cue, he deftly began pumping his fingers rhythmically in and out of my wetness, slowly, deeply that I cried out again, this time feeling a weird sensation wash over me.

I took in a sharp breath, when he suddenly pressed me against the bed in a firm grip and began trailing his open mouthed kisses from my neck, to my breast, my stomach down my body, until he was hovering over my throbbing womanhood.

"What're you doin-" I moaned, but the rest of my sentence had not yet fully left my mouth when I suddenly felt his warm mouth closing on my vagina, making my head fall back as bursts of ecstasy wrecked my entire being.

His tongue and teeth continued their beautiful assault on my folds while his fingers worked up my throbbing clitoris; leaving me in a writhing mess.

I wanted to scream, to cry out wantonly, to moan from the sensations he was igniting in my body, but the idea of having people hear us made me seal my mouth shut, but then, as soon as I was about to climax, he stopped.

"Why?" I cried out, sitting up to look at his face.

"Well, because I wouldn't want you to have an orgasm against your will." He said in a small voice, making a build up of rage claw at my chest.

He swiftly pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me until one of his hands clasped around my neck, I screamed;

"If you're a choker, stop!" I quickly cried out jokingly, and almost immediately he stopped to stare at me in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked confusedly, staring down at me.

"...that I am mildly asthmatic, and if you choke me, I might die?" I supplied slowly and almost burst out laughing when he pinched the bridge off his nose in frustration.

"Could you please stop talking?" He asked slowly, and in response, I pinned my mouth shut, smiling to myself at the confused state of his face.

My smile faltered though, for almost immediately, he rolled off me and strutted out of the room leaving me wishing that I hadn't made jokes about my health earlier...