Will I Be First?
"Ha! Ha Ha Ha! Are you finally inviting me to have sex with you." So many answers were deduced in his mind. But he had never expected her to invite him. When her eyes were burning with the desire to kill, she was offering him sex?
"I thought you wanted it?" there was no emotion in her voice, it was completely different from the blazing fierceness she was trying to hide before.
"That I do!" He walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes staring at her like a predator eye its prey before attacking. Her green eyes that were glaring at him before but now only judging his actions. As if she was the one in control of everything that will conspire between them.
Her face had a contemptuous smile as she looked back into his eyes, there was no fear, no embarrassment, no pro propriety as a maid. As if they had always been equal.
"You are not a maid. Are you?" he asked with a slight tilt of his lips when she blinked, a wry look on her face.
"Forgive me, I thought I was your lover at this moment. Or you enjoy fucking your maids as if it was part of their duty?" he had never heard a woman spitting the word Fucking with such calm. No, she was not calm, her anger was rising, but it was not because he had caught her, it was because he talked about peerage!
His fingers moved to her hands, touching her palm and slowly moving towards the wrists. The tied part and he slowly rubbed them. Making small circles on her skin.
The actions brought a small sigh often. He had scared many girls in the past. Made sure that he would keep his personality.
"You never told me that you will enjoy being my lover. I can arrange that. But Killian would be disappointed in you. A single maid he had accepted as his own betrayed him and chose his uncle instead. Poor child! He thinks every maid wants to kill him." there was something wrong with her!
She could feel the burn of his words. The threat he was giving her yet, the place where he touched her felt scalded. She could not help but feel his touch there and it was increasing her heart beat. Could he hear it? In her pulse, could he feel the changes he had brought under her skin. Her hands clenched into a tight fist and she dug her nails in her palm to keep herself calm.
Now was not the time to lose your mind with just mere touch. She had more than that in the past.
"Where have you come from, again?" he asked suddenly as he bent and kissed her knuckles, loosening her fingers and rubbing the palm where she had injured herself. "From the Viscount family, right?" His piercing blue eyes had not yet released her. She began to feel the weight of them as a deliberate challenge.
"Yes, I was told that you needed staff and would pay me better. But, if I have faced any grievance, I am allowed to return there. But of course, I have to explain the reason for my leaving the job first." his hands paused and he looked at her face again with a flash of surprise but it was gone before anyone could notice it but she had?
"Are you threatening me girl?"
"It is Brentwood for you. And no, I do not dare to spout threats, your grace. Not when I am tied on the bed and at your mercy. I am only saying that the viscountess loves gossip and she would not take me back before knowing what exactly happened here." her voice was on edge and even a blind could see the threat hiding in them.
But instead of retreating, he bent and loomed over her body. Hovering over her, just a few inches away before his chest would touch her soft pale, tied body. His eyes staring into her eyes with a threat,
"Then I must give you a proper story or the lady would be dejected." His one hand was on the pillow, her head was leaning on and with his other hand he grabbed her jaw, lifting it the way one might an animal's. Every muscle in her stiffened as he looked into her face.
His hand was hot. Impossibly large and her skin started to burn again. The threat was supposed to retreat him. He was surrounded by threats. Did he want to make more of them?
"Is that enough for your story or shall i start discarding your clothes, Elara?" He knew her name! Dumb! Of course, he did. He was the master of the house.
Her calmness fading, when she offered him sex, she had hoped that he would not like the willing partner since had tied her. He must like to force himself. When she gritted her teeth but did not speak again, he pulled higher, forcing her neck to strain.
"I am waiting for your answer, little girl." if it had been any other time, she would have shown him she was no little. But right now, when he held all the powers, she did not challenge him.
His hands slowly moved to her lips, a finger stroking the lower lip with some force and rubbing it.
"Tell me, have you ever been kissed or will I be first?" her eyes closed and a faint memory of the past when she was only thirteen crossed her mind.
She had stolen a good amount by nipping a rich man's purse. She was going to announce it and gain the recognition when an older boy had caught her from behind and snatched the purse from her hands.
When she struggled and refused to give in, he pushed her on the ground and kicked her. When her clothes rode over. His eyes had darkened and he…
Her dark thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door and a beautiful woman entered in,
"Did I keep you waiting?"