Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

[MATURE CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER. ONLY FOR 18YEARS AND ABOVE]

Rafael’s eyes narrowed on the new slave that his wife had brought. Just a few hours ago, his guards had come empty handed.

Though he was not sure who the woman was, her silver hair showed that she was a witch. And the way she was glaring at everyone one shows that she was not a friend either.

“Anne, can you take care of her without letting her go?” asked hazel when she noticed Rafael staring at her with that half arced warm smile.

Anyone who knew him would know that it was his smile that showed how pissed he was.

“Anne!” she called the girl again who nodded with a sigh.

“You! Go and help my maid in taking my slave to the attic rooms.” the knight nodded his head and soon they followed.

She gave one last look to them before tilting her head to Rafael who did not move an inch but waited for her to come to him.

She took slow and leisure steps towards the man who pulled her in his arms the moment she stood in front of him.

“You left the party and then went to meet witches?” his voice came through gritting teeth. There was so much pressure used in his voice that she knew he was more pissed than she had thought.

“I did not go to meet witches!” He raised a brow and chuckled though a frigid look on his face when she added, “I felt the traces of my mother. So, I went to greet her.”

“…” his eyes snapped at the back of the salve that soon disappeared in the passage and turned to look at her when she nodded.

“Why did you bring her here instead of killing her then and there!” without waiting for her reply, he held the railing from his left hand and jumped down.

He landed perfectly on his feet and then ran towards the direction of the passage which only took him a second.

But before he could take a step further, he felt the transparent wall blocking him.

His eyes squinted when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

“You are too fast for me!” she admitted in a low voice, “but that does not mean, i will let you cross me and win from me.” she chuckled as her hands wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him back to her.

“Are you trying to save that wench? I do not understand how is she even alive?” his tone was filled with rage and frustration as his smile looked strained.

He pulled his shirt and the first button flaw in the air and fell on the ground.

“It did not matter.” she stated when his frown only deepened, “i have other plans for her.” he shook his head at once.

“Take any but not her! She is a plaque. She need to die this instant.” Hazel knew that too. Her mother was too dangerous. Though Hazel had a lot of power, she did not have a vile and vicious mind like her mother who could do anything to kill her.

“Let her be, I need you inside me now. I am thirty for your kiss!”

“….” was how their conversation will change.

His eyes turned darker instantly and his grip on her arms tightened.

“If that was your way of distraction, then it is too dangerous for you!” he warned as his eyes roamed on her mud filled dress, “i did not back away from the offer of eating you ever.”

“If you will do that..” she came closer, her smell still having the taste of wine and mint, “I have to take the initiative to eat you then.” her soft breath tickled his ears as she blew on them.

Her lips touched his ears and that was the enough provocations for his beast to take over his sanity.

Without caring about the available staff. He kissed her. Their lips tangled with each other when she wrapped his arms around his neck and his hands went lower her waist to her hips.

He lifted her off of him with ease. She let out a delicate yelp but he covered her mouth again while climbing the stairs again.

The maids bowed their heads with embarrassment as their faces turned redder. None of the humans have been this provocative in front of the public.

His hands were digging deeper into her hips to get more access to her mouth.

He licked her, bit her, sucked her, earning another moan from her when she dug her nails deeper into his skin.

Soon they were in the room but he didn’t let go of her. He kicked the door of the room shiut and took her to the bed.

Partly letting her lips go to take a breath, he whispered to her.

“Your dress is too muddy. It needs to go!” she nodded with a chuckle. Did he even need reason at this moment?

She shook her head when he held the zip and pulled it with so much force that the dress tore and the zip came to his hands.

“Hey, that is my favorite dress!” she complained as she saw the zip and a small part of cloth in his hands that he tossed to the side.

“That was…!” he corrected with a chuckle as he pulled the dress away that finally fell on her feet when she squinted his eyes.

“I have heard that you have an affinity to white shirts too.” she asked and when he nodded. She whispered a spell and his whole shirt turned into torn rags and fell all around.

If that was not enough, her hands pulled the belt away and met his eyes.

“You are too wild.” she raised a brow at the strange comment, “i want to see you that wild in the bed too.” his eyes packed with heat burnt her but she was enjoying the attention he was giving to her.