Sold to a Prince!

"Do you know what they do to those mischievous cubs, my sweet kitten?" Mikel's voice struck like a lightning and Sylvia couldn't help but shudder with a bad premonition.

Something was going to happen and she was surely not going to like it. She could tell.

As she stared back at him in puzzlement, Mikel chuckled and leaned forward, his face brushing hers and whispered in her ears. "Close your eyes."

Sylvia absent-mindedly obeyed him, closing her eyes, waiting and wondering what was going to happen.

Her heart drummed anxiously and her ears heated up from the man's warm breath. 

Sylvia bit her lips and waited for it.

She could feel his finger tracing the edges of her neck, trailing down to her collar bone and stopping at the center.

The knot in her throat moved up and down uncomfortably.

What is he going to do? Her eyes fluttered, her brows furrowing in distress.

She felt the devil lightly tap her on the spot in between her two collar bones and the next second a stinging pain arose from the same spot.

The pain spread from there and a weird burning sensation covered her entire neck.

"Ahh!" A surprised yelp slipped out of Sylvia's mouth.

She snapped her eyes wide open and looked down hurriedly to see what was burning her skin.

Huh? She blinked as she noticed that her neck now had a thin silver chain around it.

In fact, the burning sensation had entirely faded by now, leaving behind only this thin silver chain.

What the heck? Sylvia looked up to stare at Mikel, questioning him with her eyes.

"I am sorry about the burn." The man gently smiled at her in reply. He leaned closer, kissing her neck gently. 

His warm lips planted a dozen soft kisses trailing all around her neck, for the length of the chain, leaving behind a small trace of wetness.

He then tugged at her chin, to once again pull her head up, but this time, he leaned forward to cover her mouth with his, kissing her tenderly and gently, sucking on each of her lips, the upper first and then the lower.

Sylvia gawked as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her.

This was the second time this man was kissing her and it still felt surreal.

More importantly, she was expecting to be whipped or beaten up as punishment for her blatant escape attempt and here he was kissing her???

She just couldn't understand the man's actions. 

As she was staring at him, her widened blue eyes met the man's seductive gaze.

They were only a hair away, their faces so close to each other. 

Sylvia quickly shut her eyes close unable to look at him.

Though she didn't want to, the man's attraction was overwhelming and his gentle kisses were driving her crazy, slowing pulling her into him.

His hands moved, his one hand holding her waist and the other holding the back of her head. He continued kissing her taking his time.

He licked her lips, he sucked her tongue and he kissed her so deeply that Sylvia felt as if he was trying to suck out her very soul.

And when he finally released her, she was left gasping for air.

Traces of the man's wetness still lingered on her lips making her blush furtively. 

Unlike the last one, the memory of this kiss still lingered even after the man had withdrawn himself.

Damn it. Sylvia cursed her brain for being so weak. 

This man in front of her did not care about her. He was simply toying with her and she knew it too well but yet…

Without looking up, she raised her hand to feel the new silver chain on her neck.

She tried to take her mind off of the kiss and wondered what this chain was.

"Does it suit your taste?" Mikel chuckled. He then added, answering her unspoken question. "It's a leash to make sure that you never run away from me again."

The heck? Sylvia looked up in shock to find the familiar devious smile on his deceptively handsome face.

This jerk put a collar around my neck like I am an animal? Wait, is this why he told me the damned story about beast cubs?

She blinked her eyes unable to process the audacity of the man, but then again… she was his slave after all and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted with her.

Sylvia lowered her gaze and looked at the chain again, a bitter smile surfacing on her lips.

"Oh. Please don't look so glum, my kitten. You forced my hand. I did warn you specifically and asked you to behave." Mikel ruffled her head.

Sylvia did not have the mood to entertain him any further. The chain on her neck might as well be a noose, waiting to choke and suffocate her.

As it is, escaping from his grasp was an impossible thought, but now… She didn't want to think about it anymore and make herself more miserable. 

Seeing that she remained silent, Mikel sighed and let her go. He even looked away and did not tease her half-naked body.

He watched her as she curled up in the bed, clinging the blanket so tightly over her body. The smile on his face disappeared.

He did not say anything more and simply walked out of the chamber.

His voice, however, rang in the distance, reminding her, "If you are not planning to warm my bed for the night, you should leave the room soon."

This made Sylvia finally react and she quickly scrambled out of the bed as if the mattress was on fire.

She looked around to see where she was, only now realizing that she was in the man's bedroom. 

Everything around her looked obscenely lavish and extravagant.

And more importantly, her clothes were nowhere to be found!

Sylvia gulped. What the hell am I supposed to do now? She screamed inwardly, clutching the silk blanket which refused to stay stuck to her body, slipping down every chance it got.