The Luna's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 8 Mysterious Man

Every woman in that room, including myself, couldn't help but release a sigh of longing at the romantic allure of the folk tale. It seemed to stir a deep sense of yearning within me every time I heard it, providing a small glimmer of hope within the dark void that had enveloped my heart.

For some inexplicable reason, my thoughts drifted to the male figure who had been a constant presence in my dreams. Could it be that a part of me wished for him to be my destined mate? Despite the impossibility, as he existed solely within my imagination, I found myself drawn to the idea, despite it being a product of my own twisted, dark fantasies.

Raising my chin slightly, I offered him better access to my neck. The sensation of his nose rubbing against my skin, accompanied by his deep inhalations of my scent, elicited a flush of warmth along my skin. His husky voice murmuring, "You smell amazing, Aadita, " intensified the racing of my heart, as I pondered how he would taste.

With no hesitation, he proceeded to explore my neck, earlobes, and jawline, before venturing further downwards, marking new territories with each touch.

A moan of surprise escaped my lips as his attention shifted to my breasts. Yearning for him to consume more of me, I arched my back towards him, seeking to offer myself completely. His fervent embrace of one breast, coupled with his gentle caress of the other, teetered on the edge of torment, yet I found myself yearning for more, my soft moans expressing my desire.

Unexpectedly, he bit into the tender flesh near my n****e, abruptly interrupting the building pleasure I had been experiencing with each tantalizing touch. In that moment, a mix of fear and astonishment filled my wide eyes as I met his gaze, unable to tear myself away despite the tempest of emotions churning within me.

"Mine," he growled, his voice thick with desire, as he dipped his head once more towards the crevice between my breasts, his tongue lapping at the blood that trickled from the bite mark. "All mine—"

Emerging from the depths of contemplation where my mind had wandered, lingering on the dream that had visited me the prior night and innumerable times before, I discerned the flush on my cheeks and sensed the irregularity in my breath. A sudden realization dawned upon me - Andrew and I found ourselves alone in the classroom!

Had I missed the transition to recess, the moment the bell rang, prompting every shifter to leap from their seats in a rush to exit the room swiftly?

All I could do was witness Andrew, with his malicious smirk, advancing towards me as if he held sway over the entire world. Keeping my gaze fixed ahead, I remained seated, anticipating his next move. Perhaps by maintaining my posture, he would refrain from inflicting harm upon me...

To my surprise, instead of resorting to physical aggression, Andrew grasped me by the nape of my neck, pressing me down onto the desk with force. The impact against the sturdy oak surface indicated I would bear another angry mark and bruise, a common aftermath of such encounters. Silencing any cry of pain or fear, I clamped down on my lip until it bled, resolute in my decision not to reveal my distress.

Continuing to exert pressure, he leaned closer, lowering his face towards mine. Summoning my courage, I met his gaze head-on. "Aadita, Aadita," he repeated my name as if reprimanding a child. "Do you wish to learn of the fate awaiting you?"

"Not particularly," surprising even myself, I responded with a wry smile curving my lips. "Though I suspect you will enlighten me regardless."

Relieving the tension on my neck, he forcefully pushed me back against the desk. Choosing to remain silent and composed, I shut my eyes tightly as the impact reverberated through my skull and spine.

A soft chuckle escaped him. "I have devised a plan, and all have agreed it will be the severest punishment you have faced..."

Drawing closer to the ear not pressed against the table, he murmured the details of the impending torment I was to endure at school. My mind blank, frozen in place by the unfolding horror.

Just when I believed the situation could not descend further, it did. Much, much worse...

My gaze remained fixed on the door through which the malevolent figure had just departed. With a dismissive release, he had left in disgust, walking away without a word or a second glance, leaving me to grapple with the weight of his ominous promise.

In a daze, I found myself propelled from my seat, dashing out of the classroom and sprinting down the corridor towards the exits. Not towards the usual front doors, but to the hidden back exit known to only a few.

Lost in a haze of confusion, my instinctive drive was to escape swiftly from the oppressive ruler who presided over this nightmarish setting. This singular impulse urged me forward, propelling me until I stumbled against the cold metal door that led to the forest beyond the school grounds, its allure beckoning me.

Suddenly, a hand gripped my arm, halting my frantic movements. "Leave me al—" My words trailed off as I beheld a surprising sight – it was not Andrew pursuing me, but the man from my dreams. His eyes flitted over my face, a mix of recognition and surprise, locking with mine in silent exchange.

Surveying the marks on my skin, the bruises, and the fresh injury from my recent clash with Andrew, his eyes darkened with a mix of emotions. I could feel the budding swell on my cheek even as I stood before him.

"He's real. He's real. He's real." The mantra repeated in my mind as I studied him. The man before me bore a striking resemblance to the figure in my dreams, his dark hair pulled back into a bun, accentuated by a sleek goatee. Though this version was adorned with additional tattoos and piercings, a departure from my dreamworld depiction, the resemblance was unmissable.

Relief washed over me at the realization, but it was swiftly overshadowed by a familiar sensation – the urgent need to distance myself from this encounter. As he prepared to speak, I withdrew my arm from his grasp, prompting a look of surprise on his face.

"I just want to be left alone," I managed to utter, my voice strained with a mix of emotions and the turmoil of the moment.

In a hazy realization, I observed that the stranger donned a uniform akin to the security guards at the school. However, in that moment, my mind was unable to process or reconcile this information. My primary objective was solely to escape.

Without casting another glance at the stranger, suppressing thoughts of the dreams featuring him or the stunning revelation of his existence as a tangible individual, I focused on propelling myself forward.