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All I could see was death as I stared intently those red fiery eyes.
“I asked you a question, Amelia.” He snapped. But I still gave no response. He scoffed.
“Tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue and roughly released my chin.
“Fine. Since you do not talk, I will make you. But first, we are going back home .”
My mouth parted on a startled inhale at the mention of “Home.”
I don’t want to go back there.
He lifted me and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Hey! put me down!, I don’t want to go back!. Just let me go!” I thrashed. Slapping his back with my hands but, my hands hurt instead because it was like hitting bricks.
Then something strange happened. We vanished and appeared right in front of his chambers.
My expression flickered between confusion and shock.
I know he possesses demonic powers , but how did he do that.
He kicked the door open and threw me on the bed, I scrambled up and looked at him.
He waved his hand and the door slammed shut. Then he started taking off his clothes. His shirt came undone first, revealing his well textured and broad muscles, the flower tattoo on his chest, it seemed like it glowed.
His hand went to his trousers and he started unbuckling his belt. My breath caught in my throat.
“Wha… what are you going to do?” I asked, already shaking.
“Since you do not listen, I will teach you a lesson.” He responded and removed his belt. Heading for his pants.
i jumped off the bed and immediately tried to reach for the door, but he caught me by my waist and carried me back to the bed, forcing me to lay on it. I kept fighting him, There’s no way I’m letting him force himself on me.
“Let me go!” I screamed, but he wasn’t even listening.
His hands reached out and gripped my gown, ripping it to shreds. I was left with just my bra and panties.
“No! you can’t do this to me, let me go!” He held me firmly as his lips crashed down on mine, rough. I Bit him hard on his lips. He broke the kiss, looking up at me his eyes had changed to red.
He pushed my hair aside, bared his fangs and plunged them into my neck, the Same spot but deeper this time. Pain radiated through my body, I had no choice but to scream. He kept drinking and drinking, and I didn’t think he would stop anytime soon.
“Please, S-stop. I’m begging you.” I pleaded before he sucked me dry. And it worked. He stopped and pulled out his fangs, staring down at me, blood dripping from his lips.
Something in his expression flickered. Was it remorse? No. That’s impossible. He got off me and walked over to the wall, slamming his fists into the concrete. He ran his hand through his hair and relaxed on the wall. It was as if he was trying to restrict himself from doing something he’d regret.
He suddenly turned and looked at me, that looked sent shivers down my spine, he opened the door and walked out of the room.
My hand flew to my chest; my heart thundered it felt like it would burst out of my chest any second. I touched my neck and it hurts so bad. I slowly got off the bed and walked to the door, I turned the knob but it was locked.
He locked me in. Will he come back later to finish what he started? God, please. I pray he doesn’t come back.
I walked back to the bed and lay down, pulling the covers over my body. There was nothing for me to wear here and I sure as hell cannot wear his clothes.
My eyes fluttered slowly until I fell asleep.
Helion’s POV
I stood there, in front of my window as I watched her make slow and steady steps towards the back gate. I knew she was going to try to escape. I could read her thoughts, even from a distance.
I had to leave the room because i was already so aroused, and if I had stayed longer than I did, It would have been an entirely different story.
I inhaled deeply, twirling the amber liquid in my glass, before gulping it down. Flashes from earlier clouded my mind. Making it impossible to think straight.
‘You should have taken her! she’s ours!… Claim her!’ The voice in my head growled, I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of it.
“Your majesty “ Peter walked in.
“What, Peter?” I turned to look at him.
“Are you okay? Do we need to go back to your chambers?” He asked
“No. I am fine. Let her have the room tonight.” I said to him.
I just hope she quietly signs the contract tomorrow. She has tested my patience enough.
“Your majesty, preparations have been made for tomorrow.” He said.
“Did you arrange the particular set of people I asked you to?”
“Yes, sire.” He responded
“Good. You can leave, I need some quiet.”
The moment he shut the door, the pain in my chest came again, the flower tattoo glowed. But there was no sign of transformation. I sighed in relief.
I refilled my glass and lay back on the couch. I finished the bottle of scotch, and slammed the glass onto the table. I walked to the bed, lay down and closed my eyes to rest and wait for sunrise. Just like I do everyday.
It was finally morning. I straightened up and lazily got off the bed, headed back to my chambers. I clicked the lock and turned the knob, stepping inside.
She was still asleep. This is the first time I have seen her this early in the morning and the sight was alluring. she looked like the goddess of beauty herself- lips slightly parted, chest heaving in slow rythyms, hair scattered all over the silk pillows.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I walked into the bathroom. After a hot shower, I walked out with just a towel on, tiny water droplets fell off my hair. I walked over to the bed and sat down close to her, then used my fingers to brush away the hair that had fallen on her face. She stirred and moaned as her eyes flickered open, and shut again.
Then reality hit. Her body suddenly went stiff, her eyes widening so fast it looked painful. She gasped, and scrambled backward, toward the headboard.
A dark chuckle rumbled in my throat. “You are finally awake,” I muttered, my smirk returning. “How did you sleep?”
“You… Why are you here?” She asked.
“Really? Did you hit your head? This is my room.” Her head shot up and she looked around, finally realizing that this is not her room.
“Uhm… I’ll just leave.” She tried to get up but I stopped her.
“You will stay here until you have signed the contract. So, go and shower, I will have the maids bring you something to wear.” I said as I scrutinized her almost naked body.
“I already told you, I won’t sign anything.” She stated firmly.
“Oh? you will. I assure you.” My expression had changed to a serious one.
“You might as well just kill me.”
“Why will I? We still have a long way to go, Amelia.” I responded.
She gave me a stern stare, I could feel the hatred burning in her gaze.
She got off the bed, wrapping herself up with the blanket and scurried into the bathroom.
I heard the shower run for a while, then she stepped out in my bath robe. It looked very big on her.
A knock came on the door, I walked over and opened the door, it was a maid, holding a set of clothes. I took them from her and locked the door, then I stretched my hand to her, giving her the clothes.
“Go on and change.” She grabbed the clothes from me and entered the walk in closet.
After a few minutes, she came out. She had changed and dressed her hair.
“What now?” She asked, giving me a stern look.
“Now, we wait.” I responded and got up from the bed, walking into the closet. I draped a shirt over my head and put on a loose jogger pants, I used my finger to simply dress my hair. When I came out, she was still seated on the bed.
I walked over to the table, and grabbed one of the chairs, dragging it over and intentionally slammed it in front of her, making her jump in surprise. I sat down and folded my arms, my eyes held hers without wavering, till she finally looked away.
“Let us talk About the murder attempt incident, do you know what kind of knife you were stabbed with?” I asked her. Her expression flickered, her face turning pale with surprise.
“Why are you asking me that? How am I supposed to know? She asked staring back at me.
“That knife, it is called the witch-blight. An ancient weapon which can kill or cause severe damage to a supernatural being. You were stabbed with it, in your chest. Yet, you survived. Care to explain??” She stared at me. Shock rippled visibly across her face.
“I don’t know either. All I know is I was stabbed, and I thought I died, only to wake up two days later. Alive.” She said, mumbling the last part.
I retracted my folded hands, and leaned in closer till I was inches away from her face. My gaze piercing deep into hers.
“Why do I feel that you are not just a human, but something else” my eyes raked her face, searching for the truth in her gaze, “What are you, exactly?”