Chapter 7 Passion

“A night gown” he answered casually as the door behind me closed.i looked back to the door and then back to him.

“And you couldn’t find something that would look more appropriate? sir” I asked, almost with caution, holding it up as he moved from his seat and headed straight for me.

“Anything on you would seem appropriate to me” he sneered, taking a glance at my face and then at my chest, I hadn’t noticed it before but my wet bare body and a white shirt were worse off than a laced night gown.

“Nevermind I’ll just leave” I said hurriedly, placing my hand on the door knob, it was too late, he placed his hand over mine on the knob, his free hand on the door to block my escape and his alluring eyes on mine, what ever am I going to do?

His body towering over mine “You just got here and you want to leave—don’t make me feel bad Lily” he teased, the corner of his lips down with a smirk. I don’t think there would be a time in his life where he’d feel bad.

“At least stay—have a drink” he offered, letting go of the door knob. I don’t struggle with it any more but I also want to leave as soon as possible.

“You know I don’t drink” I said without much thought, no formal addressing, it felt wrong for a bit “Sir” I added. He doesn’t turn to look at me.

“Well—at least keep me company”

“Sir—all I want are answers to my questions, nothing else” I said, throwing the night gown on his bed and walking straight to him “And I need them now” I demanded.

“Then at least indulge me” he said with a low baritone, one that scratched an itch in my brain, coming close to him of my own accord felt wrong but it was exciting, his eyes showed nothing but menace and passion blaring in them, one that tends to ignite when I’m in such a situation with him.

Snap out of it Lily! I draw myself back

“This was a mistake” I walk to the door, “I shouldn’t have tried to ask” I hear him behind me, he takes hold of my arm, pulling me to himself. My eyes look up to catch his gaze, the sudden urge to trace my finger on his face sweep my thoughts. His gaze softens, the mischief in his eyes gone, replaced by something different. I don’t wait, I pull my arm, he doesn’t let me.

“You’re pure Lily, your heart—”he traces my skin, taking the strand of my hair on my face and tucks it behind my ear “Beautiful” he added, leaning his face towards mine, taking a sniff by my neck, I feel the strands of the hair on my skin spike “You used it on yourself” he mumbled. I don’t say anything, I feel something on my neck, it’s his tongue on my skin, my mind wants to get as far away as my body can go but my body is ignited with a flame of want.

His lips are gentle, his hand traces the back of my skin and my heart beats in a frenzy, it becomes too rapid, I fear for heart attack, he leaves my arm and places a finger in the middle of my chest, he stops doing what he does with his tongue as I struggle to hold a moan that is hung on my throat “Don’t be afraid—I’ll never hurt you”

For some reason, I don’t complain, his hand stays on my back, his lips doing strange things to my neck “Just—let me—go” I stutter, almost breathless from trying to hold in my gasp, a moan.

And so he did, he let go of me, his lips away from my neck, I take in deep breaths but it seems as though he isn’t done yet, because I don’t turn to leave “You look ecstatic Lily, your face, it’s charming” I was sure he could tell that I blushed the whole way through struggling to get out of his grip.

“Just one more” he muttered under a steady breath as he drew me closer, placing his leg in between my thighs, a surge of passion overflows my thoughts, I let out a light moan before using my hands to muffle my voice.

“You’re so wet down there—you’d enjoy it” he moved his leg for just a bit. My mind wasn’t thinking anymore, my heart raced so much it produced more heat than an electric iron, I could tell, my body wasn’t the same anymore, my insides felt mashed, different, sweet but not the same anymore. If I could feel this way from just his touch, what would happen if I stayed here for much longer.

Lily Thompson, you’re just a toy in his hands! The note rang bells in my head and my brain switched back on, I pulled away from him running to the door, getting it open as I scurried back to my room feeling embarrassed.

I shut the door right behind me and I take the extra mile of locking it from the inside. It might be his house, but I wasn’t his property.

“What on earth is wrong with you Lily?!” I yelled, slapping myself across the face. Anna was right, I am a toy to him, letting him give me pleasures and on the first night in his house. I’m a wreck!

I get into the bathroom and slip into the bath one more time before I get to bed and retire my brain for the night. Whatever that was, I wouldn’t want it to happen again.

I kept turning and tossing the whole night, my heart raced when I remembered the face his softened gaze made, his words to my ears, they were so erotic, I had spent my years fleeing from them, from the likes of the carefree. What would mother say if she found out that I stayed in a man’s house and almost got myself pleasured by my employer? I dread that day, praying it wouldn’t come.

The night was turmoil, every moment I shut my eyes, his softened gaze, his hand tracing my skin, his lips on my neck, those images, the feeling of heat under my skin woke me up hand so I ended up waking up to five times in the middle of the night.

“Good morning” the older lady greeted calmly before turning to look at me “Oh dear—miss Lily, did you not sleep well?” She asked. I wondered why she rose up with such question “Was the bed not to your liking? Or—the stuffed animals?” She asked in panic.

“No they were fine” I chuckled “Why? I don’t look so well?” I scratched my hair for just a bit. Then she pulled up a mirror “Oh God!” I screamed. I looked like a hedgehog with dark circles under its eyes. It was too obvious that I had only two hours, no an hour of sleep last night since I kept waking myself up at the thought of Dante. It’s because of him I look like an ogre in those sci-fi comics.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it—we will” the two of them gleamed, pushing me back into the room. Having no choice, I sit in front of the mirror.

“First—can I know your names?” I asked politely, I had only known them for a day but it seemed like we’d be genuine friends of I didn’t end up in Dante’s castle which he calls home.

“I’m Braille” the lady which seemed to be only a couple years older than me said with a smile on her face. It’s such a unique name, I’ve never heard of it before.

“Br—aille” I say after her to help with my pronunciation. Then I turned to the older looking lady “I’m Casperall” she smiled. Such unique names, it seems so awkward why they would work as maids for that distorted fellow I also call my employer but then money must be made so I could understand their predicament.

“Please miss—you’ll have your bath first” Braille suggested, her beautifully non adorned face screamed elegance without her saying a word. Her long lashes looked even longer when she closed her eyelids, her demeanor was like that of an Angel.

“Please—no miss, it’s Lily” I said. If I would want to leave here someday, I’d need people who would help me out. She smiled as well, taking my name.

“Alright then mi—Lily, your bath is ready” she said, the two of them gave me a bit of space, letting me get into the bathroom. The best part and place of this grand house. I slip into the bath tub, the temperature at just the right amount, I let my skin soak in it.

Just as I finish, I remember that I hadn’t taken a towel with me “Oh shucks—I didn’t take it in” I mumbled, remembering that I could just ask Braille and Casperall for the towel.

“Braille—please get me the towel!” I yell from the spacious bathroom with the door slightly opened. After a few seconds, I noticed the towel being offered to me, swiftly I take it and muttering a quick “Thank you”

After wrapping myself in a towel, i hum a little song with my eyes slightly closed as I make it to the room “You seem to amuse me every time Lily” Dante said, his voice deep and cold, his back on the chair, hand on his chin to support his face while he sat.

I quickly use my hands to try to cover other parts of me “is there a rule in this house that you can come in whenever?!” I question angrily, fuming.

“It is my house darling—after all, I can come and go as I please” he chuckled, amusement written all over his face, I didn’t flush red “And also—I’ve seen more of that in other places, no need trying to hide” he said blandly.

“Then why did you try to get a reaction from me yesterday ?” I asked. Immediately regretting my question and my desire to let curiousity win. He moved from the chair and walked straight to me.

His scent filling my lungs, “Because you’re different Lily” he moves closer, his body making contact with mine, I resist the urge to let a moan escape, he looks down at my neck “I guess my mark fits you perfectly” he smirked.

What mark? Where? How?

He gives me a bit of space and I rushed to stand in front of the mirror to see a dark mark tainting my skin, how didn’t I notice it before.

“Now no one can take what is mine”