"Iskander, I'm wolf-less. I am no use to you. Just because you wish to fulfill your sexual needs, you bought me as a slave. If I were precious in your eyes, I would not be your slave," Yohana affirmed. "Also," she sensually moved her free hand over his chest, lowering her long eyelashes gracefully, "why do I think you like me?"
The way her fingers traced his damp chest, caused him to curl his fingers. He didn't know Yohana could seduce him like this.
She smirked to notice his reaction and withdrew her hand to grab the barrel. However, Iskander fully turned to her. His lower half of the body still remained under water as he grasped her wrist.
Before Yohana could understand, he pulled her into the huge bathtub. "I think we should not wait till the night," Iskander whispered against her lips and grinned.
"Consent is important, King Iskander," Yohana said.
"You are a slave," he reminded her. His hand went to her waist as he drew her close, and their noses almost brushed.
"The way your heart palpitates tells me that you are scared. You know what I could do to you," Iskander huskily said and lifted her chin using the pad of his finger.
"Why do you keep wearing this mask on one side of your face? Shouldn't you remove it at least while bathing? It makes me feel weird." Yohana reached her hand to his mask when he grasped her hand.
"Don't try to change the topic," Iskander told her.
"I didn't change any topic. I only wish to see your full face if you are going to be intimate with me," Yohana affirmed with a determination reflecting in her eyes. "At least, I should know what my buyer's face looks like," she stated.
"You may get scared of me or perhaps feel disgusted," Iskander stated. "I don't show my face to anyone," he proclaimed.
"That means you have a weakness," Yohana said and pushed him away. "Sadly, I don't like weak men. Also, I have realized that you do like me and that's why you treat me well despite the fact that I'm a mere slave."
Yohana turned around to get out of the bathtub when Iskander grabbed her by her nape and pivoted her to face him. Her heart instantly pounded in fear as she felt his angry gaze at her.
This time she was quick to cover her mouth and didn't let him kiss her. "Forgive me. I won't speak like that anymore. But just don't do anything to me. I beg you," she requested and finally lowered her gaze.
Iskander released her, instructing her to leave, and without hesitation, she hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub and dashed out of the bathhouse.
Running his fingers through his damp hair, Iskander muttered curses under his breath as he bathed alone and eventually emerged from the tub. Dressed in a bathrobe, he made his way out of the bathhouse, only to find Yohana still there, her clothes soaked from the earlier encounter.
"Why didn't you leave?" Iskander questioned sternly, pushing aside the curtain.
"I saw some men nearby. I can't walk past them like this," Yohana replied, her voice barely above a whisper, keeping her head lowered.
Iskander noticed the outline of her curves through her damp clothes, and he hesitated before decisively pulling her back into the bathhouse, despite her protests.
"Shh," Iskander hushed her, gently pressing his finger against her lips. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment before he turned towards a nearby hanger, retrieving another robe. Wrapping it around Yohana, he tied the knots securely.
As he attended to her, Yohana couldn't help but study him, her curiosity piqued once more about his true nature. Despite his reputation, Iskander didn't seem as cruel as rumors suggested. Throughout their time together, she had been trying to unravel the enigma of his character. And last night, he could have easily disturbed her sleep again, yet he chose not to.
"You care for me, don't you?" Yohana's inquiry caused Iskander to glance at her, but he remained silent, walking away without a word.
Undeterred, Yohana smiled to herself, determined to uncover the real reason behind Iskander's interest in her.