Dear Readers,
Apologies for the delay in releasing the latest update of King of MILFs. Your patience means the world to me! This revised version of Chapter 11 marks a pivotal moment, setting the stage for a broader and more thrilling narrative.
To make it up to you, I'll now be posting three times per week, ensuring you're always in the loop with fresh content. Thank you for your unwavering support—get ready for an exciting ride ahead!
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[Badivee]
Chapter 11: The Petals of Desire
The Elson estate gleamed under the morning sun, its opulent halls filled with the quiet hum of activity as servants moved about their duties. Yet, beneath this polished surface, the mansion buzzed with another, more subtle energy—one of lust, ambition, and intrigue. Ragga van Elson sat in his chambers, his sharp blue eyes trained on the sprawling garden visible through the tall windows. A plan was forming in his mind, a series of careful moves that would cement his control over the women who occupied this gilded web of power.
Sera. Her name lingered on his tongue, as soft and sweet as the roses she loved to tend. She had come to him last night, her nervous fingers clutching her apron, her breath trembling as she confessed her thoughts. Ragga could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, the tentative passion that had begun to bloom between them. But she had fled before he could claim her completely, her fear still outweighing her desire.
He smiled to himself, his confidence unshaken. A flower as delicate as Sera needed to be coaxed open, her petals teased apart one by one until she fully revealed herself. Today, he would continue their dance, each step drawing her closer to him, until she couldn't imagine life without his touch.
But Ragga knew he had to tread carefully. Olivia's warning still echoed in his mind. The head maid had an uncanny ability to sense when he was playing his games, and her sharp gaze was never far from him. If he was to continue his seductions, he needed to outmaneuver her.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Young Master?" came a soft, familiar voice.
"Enter," Ragga called, leaning back in his chair as the door creaked open.
Sera stepped inside, her golden hair catching the morning light like spun silk. She wore the standard maid's uniform, but on her, it looked anything but plain. The bodice hugged her slender waist, and the modest neckline couldn't hide the soft swell of her breasts. Her cheeks flushed as she met Ragga's gaze, her hands fidgeting nervously in front of her.
"Good morning, Sera," Ragga said, his voice low and smooth, the kind of voice that made women lean in closer, even when they knew they shouldn't. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Sera hesitated, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. The sight sent a ripple of desire through him. She was so innocent, so unsure of herself, and yet there was a fire within her, one he was determined to ignite.
"I wanted to apologize for last night," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have come to your chambers. It was improper."
Ragga rose from his chair, moving toward her with the predatory grace of a wolf closing in on its prey. "Improper?" he repeated, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "Sera, do you think I care for propriety?"
Her blush deepened, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I just… I don't want to disappoint you, Young Master."
Ragga reached out, tilting her chin up with a gentle finger. Her wide green eyes met his, and for a moment, the rest of the world fell away. "You could never disappoint me," he said softly. "You're far too beautiful for that."
Sera's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly. Ragga's thumb brushed against her cheek, the touch as light as a whisper. He could feel her trembling under his gaze, her body torn between retreat and surrender.
"You work so hard," he murmured, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "Tending to the gardens, caring for the estate… but who takes care of you, Sera? Who sees to your needs?"
Her eyes widened, her blush spreading down her neck. "I… I don't need—"
"Everyone needs someone," Ragga interrupted, his hand sliding down to rest on her shoulder. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering near her ear. "Let me be that someone for you."
Sera's hands fluttered to his chest, her fingers splaying across the fabric of his shirt as if to push him away, but she didn't. Instead, she stood frozen, her breath coming in shallow pants. Ragga could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, her body betraying the desire she refused to voice.
"You deserve to be cherished," Ragga continued, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "To be touched… to be loved."
Her fingers curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as a soft whimper escaped her lips. It was a sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core, a sound he wanted to hear again and again.
"Say the word, Sera," Ragga whispered, his hand sliding down her arm, his fingers grazing the curve of her waist. "Tell me you want this, and I'll give you everything."
"I…" Sera's voice faltered, her body trembling against his. Her gaze darted to his lips, her desire written plainly across her face. But just as she opened her mouth to speak, the door burst open.
"Am I interrupting?"
Ragga turned to see Lila standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a wicked grin playing on her lips. The dark-haired maid's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the scene before her.
"Sera," Lila said, her tone teasing, "I didn't realize you were so… friendly with the Young Master."
Sera jumped back as if burned, her face crimson. "I-I was just—"
"Relax, darling," Lila said with a laugh, sauntering into the room. Her hips swayed with every step, her confidence a stark contrast to Sera's nervous energy. "The Young Master has that effect on women. Don't feel bad."
Ragga arched a brow, watching as Lila came to stand beside him. Her dark eyes met his, and there was a challenge in her gaze, as if she were daring him to continue.
"Lila," Ragga said smoothly, "to what do I owe this interruption?"
"Olivia sent me," Lila replied, her grin widening. "She wants to speak with you about tonight's dinner. Something about an important guest."
Ragga's interest piqued at her words, though he didn't let it show. Instead, he turned back to Sera, who was inching toward the door as if she couldn't escape fast enough.
"We'll finish our conversation later," Ragga told her, his voice laced with promise.
Sera nodded quickly, her eyes darting between him and Lila before she fled the room.
As the door closed behind her, Lila turned to Ragga, her smile turning coy. "Poor girl," she said, leaning against the desk. "You're going to break her."
"Or she'll blossom," Ragga countered, stepping closer.
Lila laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through him. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"
Ragga smirked, his hand brushing against her hip. "I don't think, Lila. I know."
She raised a brow, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Careful, Young Master. You might bite off more than you can chew."
Ragga leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "I've never had a problem swallowing."
Lila's laughter filled the room, the sound both mocking and inviting. "We'll see about that," she said, pushing him away with a light touch. "For now, Olivia's waiting. Don't keep her waiting too long, or she might start asking questions."
As Lila sauntered out of the room, Ragga couldn't help but smile. The game was heating up, and he was more than ready to play.
Tonight's dinner would bring new challenges, new players to the board. And Ragga would ensure that by the end of the night, the game was his to control.
To be continued...