Abigail's POV
I gasped as soon as his lips touched mine. I can feel his smile against my face. The son of a bitch loved that I was shocked to the bones over his behavior. I wanted to push him away, i meant to until i found myself…still
I stood still as he kissed me. For a ruthless man who enjoyed killing and cutting people's heads off, his lips were soft. I wasn't expecting that but a lot of things about him weren't what i expected…like the feel of his arm around my frame that was dangerously close to my lady bum, the taste of his tongue as he thrust them into my mouth without warning making breathing a tad difficult for me because i forgot i was supposed to take in air for sustainance.
His body was pressed against mine as he pushed me up against the little tree by the pond and his left hand pulled on the hair band I used to secure my hair in a bun and my curly red hair fell all over my shoulder and back.
I felt a rush of helplessness and the sinking need to do something with my hand but what exactly? I can hear the sound of my own heart and the feel of his body and this unusual urge to disappear into him…just cling to him until he does something about the fire he ignited somewhere in my body.
I couldn't understand why his kiss was making the spot on the most private part of my body ignite like wildfire.
His insistent mouth parted my shaking lips again sending wild tremors throughout my body evoking feelings from me, sensations I didn't know I was capable of feeling.
What is happening to me?
I didn't feel this unsteady when Markle kissed me. His kiss was smooth and reassuring…it was nice. Abbott's kiss was forbidden…almost dangerous.
His strong hands held me up as my weak knees gave away. Without thinking, I felt myself wrapping my arms around his neck as he simply picked me up from the ground. My legs dangled around his waist region as he supported my entire body weight like I was made of flour…a loaf of bread, perhaps
I pressed my body closer and closer to him as I struggled to breath but very much reluctant to break away from the kiss.
When I sank my teeth into his lower lip, he pulled away instantly.
Why in hell's name did I do that?
What was he going to do to me for hurting him?
Was he going to kick me or slap me across the face?
I waited for a lot of things but instead he simply watched me, his eyes narrowed. I swear, I saw a grimace in his face but I can also see…pleasure.
"You bit me" he murmured. His voice was low and gravy.
My heart pounded even louder.
"I..I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean to."I stuttered and stared at him too. I felt him raise his hand and I shut my eyes instantly. "Please, don't hurt me. I didn't mean to. I swear!"
I waited for the slap across the face or the punch to the stomach or any of the thousand ways i knew he was capable of making me suffer but none of them came instead i felt his fingers on my forehead pushing rogue hair strands away from my face to my back and he secured them with the hair band he was holding.
I realized a few seconds after I opened my eyes again that he was putting me back together.
"I would never hurt you, Abby" he murmured and I stopped breathing.
Wait what?
What does that even mean? Why is Abbott Raven, the prince of darkness and the most ruthless person in the world telling me he would never hurt me?
Does he…does he love me like his nephew?
"Why?" I asked him. "Do you perhaps…like me?" I asked him.
Where I got the bravado to ask him that shamelessly puzzled me!
He chuckled lightly but something about his eyes made me apprehensive.
"No. I like my women…experienced, Miss Spencer. I meant that I won't hurt you because you will do exactly as I tell you. You will take your things and you will leave the palace today or else…"
His voice faded away and he placed me on my feet. I couldn't stop looking at him.
"You will hurt me if i don't?" It was a question I was finding difficult to accept.
Maybe I am overthinking again and he wasn't actually threatening me.
"Yes" he whispered.
Oh yeah, he was threatening me!
Abbott Raven was threatening me! I felt my heart drop into my abdomen in an instant.
He came closer and he started putting my dress in order.
"If you leave now, you can still make it back to Bluestone Manor-"
I turned around when I heard someone call out my name behind me.
"Lady Abigail!"
It was Evie, my maid.
Evie!
I felt panic rise in me in an instant. If I was found alone in a garden with a man no less a prince then my reputation would be ruined and I would be ... .doomed.
"It is not what you think it is, Evie"