Before Vanessa could get to the door, Prince Klyde was already there, standing with his arms folded and his head cocked to one side.
Seeing him stand so close to her, Vanessa nearly toppled backward in shock. She looked at where he was sitting previously and then back at him. She now understood that he could not have reached the door before her unless it was some kind of a vampiric ability.
Oh, Lord. He was so fast that she had not even seen him move.
At this moment, she knew that she was in for something sinister. She was doomed. The only thing that rang through her mind was that he wanted her blood, and he wanted to mark her like some cattle. That was all she could think of as fear gripped her whole being.
Prince Klyde, on the other hand, grabbed her hand and held her palm firmly in his hand, marvelling at the softness of it.
Slowly and quite seductively, Klyde lifted her wrist to his mouth, baring his fangs. The sight of those made Vanessa want to struggle out of his grip, but she couldn’t. He had a strength that was astounding to her. No wonder everyone was scared of these vampires…
Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she trembled, watching helplessly as her wrist was pulled toward his mouth. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself from his hold. She pulled at his sleeve, trying to tug herself free but she could not even move a finger. He was going to drink her dry, and then he would make her work. She intensified her struggle to escape in vain.
As his breath fell on her wrist, Prince Klyde turned swiftly so that her back was to the door while his other hand now held her free arm in a vice-like grip.
To hold her steady and stop her wriggling, Prince Klyde used his body to pin her against the door, holding her hands against the door. Her sweet scent was intoxicating to him, and even as his teeth grazed her wrist, he itched to mark her. It was enough that he mark her wrist, but he changed his mind at the last moment, unable to control his impulse…
Placing his mouth over her shoulder where her gown had slipped a bit, revealing her creamy flesh, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Closing his eyes, he bit. As his fangs sunk into her soft skin and warm blood rushed into his mouth, Prince Klyde hummed in satisfaction, letting her taste linger on his tongue.
So sweet. It tasted like his favourite lemon sherbet candy.
Vanessa screamed as she felt the pain of his teeth sinking into her. But soon, the screaming stopped as no sound escaped her. Astonishingly, the initial pain that she had felt was replaced with a feeling that she could not comprehend.
Her eyes snapped closed, and she could feel the blood in her body almost heat up. Her breath hitched, and she had the urge to move closer to the prince. Her hands, that had been fisted at the side struggling to be free, turned limp.
The fear inside her disappeared, and the pain now bordered on some unnatural pleasure. All of her senses heightened and were filled with only the presence of Prince Klyde. Even as she tried to make sense of this adulation and excitement coursing through her body, a moan of ecstasy and protest escaped her as the prince stepped back slowly.
She bit her lip to keep the sound inside…What was happening with her?
Prince Klyde looked at his slave with glittering possessive eyes… eyes that were now more red than blue. She really was as sweet as he had imagined. His eyes went to the mark that he had left on her body. Now, no one would dare to take her from him. Even as he could feel the rush of conquering, his eyes were focused on her.
He had vowed never to drink blood from a human after his mother died, and yet…after meeting her, he had already broken that vow…
As the prince withdrew his support, Vanessa slumped against the door. Her trembling hand moved to the place where he had bitten her while her big eyes looked at him accusingly.
Just before she could touch it, the prince caught her wrist and spoke huskily, “Little slave, this mark was necessary to bind you to me. The mark will protect you from others, and they will know that you are bound to me and no one will dare to mistreat you.
“This mark will also make sure that you never betray me. Because if you ever try to run away, I will know. So don’t even think of running away from me…And now, you may leave, Vanessa. But, before you go to take your rest, bring me a cup of blood tea. Look for the butler, and he will teach you how I like my tea. This will be one of your daily duties in the future.”
Trembling all over, she scrambled to open the door and ran out of the office.
As she walked through the corridors, tears of confusion and pain, escaped her eyes. These vampires really were monsters. All the stories that she had heard about them were true. It did not matter if she was good and kept her head down… she was food that was meant to be partaken.
Even if Prince Klyde had scolded his brother and asked him to respect her, he himself had not given her the same courtesy. It did not matter whether she wanted to give her blood or not, these monsters would take what they wanted.
Wiping away her tears, she cursed her new ‘master’ and vowed that she would find a way to run away someday and break free of the ‘bond’ and this unwanted mark that he had forced upon her. However, unknowingly, her fingers slowly caressed the mark that he had left upon her…