"You like what you see?" His mocking voice broke my trance-like state, then he moved, walking closer to me.
I quickly averted my gaze, my mind a complete mess. I had no idea why my eyes had fixated on it, but I could already feel the shivers that were coming from him.
Silence stretched through the air like a thin layer of ice. 'Why wasn't he saying anything?' I thought inwardly, as I could feel his burning gaze on me. The tension was so suffocating, as if he was waiting to watch me break.
I wondered what he was going to do to me. Is he going to punish me for trying to run away? Or is he so mad that he couldn't speak? I nervously fidgeted with my hand as I slowly rose to my feet.
When I raised my head to look at him. I saw his jaw clenching, his hands balling into fists. It was as if he was trying to rein in his anger. But he was doing a bad job at it because I could see anger contorting his face.
I blinked in nervousness as fear gripped my heart. I nervously chewed on my lower lip. I didn't know what to say to get myself out of his radar.
In a matter of split seconds, I felt his callous hand on my jaw, his warmth radiating through my skin. My breath stuttered, my mind whirlwinding into a mess. His body was so close that I could feel his hard, chiseled chest on my breast.
The close proximity sent an electric jolt through my spine, but my eyes couldn't look away from those dark brown eyes that looked more like black.
His thumb brushed against my lips, before removing it from my teeth with his thumb. His touch was faintly foreign, but it didn't fail to send a tingling sensation through my body.
"Don't bite your lips." His hoarse, rich, velvety voice caressed my ears, his warm breath brushing over my face. His eyes fixated on my lips. He looked too engrossed by it, as if it was a rare specimen. "You can't hurt yourself because you are mine, and I like my goods intact," he added, before soothing my lips with his thumb.
His words failed to register in my head, as I was too engrossed in the sensation from the manifestation of his touch.
"Do you understand?" His voice lowered, followed by a rumble in his chest.
I mindlessly nodded my head. Then his hand crept to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his.
"Now, it's time for your punishment." He said, his lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, a cunning glint passing through his eyes.
All the feelings I was having shattered like broken glass. 'Punishment? He was going to punish me?' I cried inwardly.
My eyes flicked back to where we had come from. But he pulled me to his face. "Trying to escape again?" he asked, his voice dripping with menace.
I quickly shook my head. My hand trembling beside me in horror. The pounding of my heart was like that of a chaotic drumbeat. I had no idea if he was going to torture me or if he was going to make me his sex machine.
Both of those options were not good. Escaping earlier made me realize that this world was more mysterious than I had thought.
A tear slipped down my cheeks, my lips quivering. His grip on my jaw tightened, pulling me closer.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, his eyes glinting with irritation, it was like the sight of my mere tears aggravates him.
I was unable to utter a single word, my heart burning from how low I have fallen.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his grip tightening as he dragged me along. His cold aura seemed to spread like a creeping shadow, suffocating the air around us.
When we got to the entrance, a maid quickly draped a coat around him, before paying their respects by bowing down their heads.
He didn't pay any acknowledgment to them, but he pulled me along, heading to the west wing of the building.
I whimpered from the tightness of his grip. I tried to pry his hand off, but it was like I was shackled by a metal fist.
"Da…" his head quickly snapped at me, his eyes flashing me a warning. Realizing my mistake, I quickly corrected myself.
"Master… you are hurting me." A cry escaped from my lips.
"Master… please…" I was not able to finish my sentence when he suddenly shoved me against the wall, the chills from the wall immediately crept up my spine.
I swallowed when I saw his fierce glare. His lips tugged slightly up before locking both of my arms above my head.
At this moment, my heart had already jumped out of its cage, running away while leaving me behind. My blue eyes widened round like a ball, his face was just an inch away from mine. Just one movement and we would end up touching each other.
My chest rose sharply, every shallow breath pressing me closer to his unyielding frame. 'Ma..ster?' I whispered, my voice trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.
"Why did you run?" he growled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. "Did you really think you could escape me? Did you enjoy your little encounter with the witches? You made me taste their filthy blood."
My body froze when I heard him say witches. Those creatures were witches?
"You are lucky I found you," His eyes narrowed, "or you'd be nothing but a corpse hanging from a tree right now," he snarled against my ear.
"Wouldn't it have been better than falling into your hands?" I snapped back in my tears. How could someone be this intimidating?
A deep menacing growl echoed through the air, his eyes flickering to silver before coming back to their normal shade. "I will not tolerate you talking to me like that."
"What do you want me to do? If I'm quiet you'll be angry, and when I talk back, you'll be fucking mad. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I yelled at him.
I was fed up with all the drama. I just wanted to go home and hug my pillows. If I'm really dead, why can't I just be at peace? Why did I have to fall into the hands of a cocky alpha Lycan? Tears streamed down my face.