~Aurora's POV
After Francis left that evening, he didn't come back to share the room with me. I was sincerely hoping that he would come.
And maybe he would explain why he said he couldn't love and own me like he wanted to.
I wondered if it was something I had done or something that he had seen.
But since he didn't show up, my curiosity kept lingering in my mind till dawn.
I was already done having my bath. I was strict on not having any maids to help me. I only made them prepare the water and that was all.
I knew I couldn't trust any one of them. It was obvious that they all hated me and would take the slightest chance to end me. The hatred in their eyes couldn't be compared to another.
Bang! Bang!
"Who's there?" I asked as I walked towards the door. I opened it, only to find two maids standing at the entrance.
"I didn't call for you," I uttered coldly. I couldn't let my guard down with them.
The maid looked directly into my eyes. "We only came to ask what you would like to have for breakfast," she said and she offered a reluctant bow.
"I'm fine. I'll call for you once I'm ready to eat," I said about walking away when her voice made me halt.
"We would have asked you what his highness would as well like to eat. But it's not like you're important enough for him to share any information with you," she said and she rolled her eyes.
She knew I was staring at her but she still dared to glare at me.
Who could blame her?
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing, my lady. We only came to ask you before you get in trouble. We know what we had to go through yesterday when you made his highness and his brother fight over you yesterday. We were the ones who suffered the transfer of aggression. Please tell us what you want. We know what you did to Mia and her sister the other day," She said and I could swear that the hairless thing was fearless.
They definitely came to humiliate me.
"What did I do to them? So is that what you all have been doing? Gossiping?" I yelled.
She cleared her throat. "Please forgive us if we sound rude, but you're not any better than us anyways. We heard your father already declared you as a servant. You only got lucky because you sleep around with every man you see," she spoke under her breath and my blood boiled.
I wanted to rip her apart and tear her open from her head all the way down. The other girl just glared at me.
I raised my hand about to hit her and I didn't fear what was going to happen, but instead of my hand landing on her face, my body landed in someone's arms; Francis.
He caught me and pressed my body against his broad chest, like he always did.
I could feel the gaze of those maids on me. I knew they were definitely burning with jealousy and I loved it.
I didn't know what got into me but I wanted to make them burn with anger.
I gently raised my head and held Francis' face.
As usual, his eyes were shut.
I was a lot shorter so I had to stand on my toes. I gently pressed my lips against Francis' lips and for a second he froze. His body stiffened and before he would push me off and yell at me, I immediately broke the kiss.
I turned to the maids who stood only a few steps away from Francis and I. "Do you want to watch how your king would make his child?" I asked with my eyes and voice burning with anger.
I couldn't explain what got over me but I wasn't willing to stop. I wanted to make them suffer.
They bowed and immediately left.
I turned back and pulled backwards. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have," I said, under my breath.
I wanted to walk away from him but he held me by my wrist. "What was that?" He asked.
"What was what?" I asked.
He couldn't be referring to the kiss, could he?
His hands cupped my face and I could swear it wasn't up to a second when I felt his lips on mine again. His hands grabbed my waist and face and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
His lips were so warm as they gently sucked and mixed with mine. His tongue found its way into my mouth.
It was like he was trying to eat me alive.
I loved it.
I loved the feeling that tingled from my stomach all the way up. The warmth, his grip, his breath, everything made me keep wanting more.
Francis didn't stop devouring my lips. He kissed me like his life depended on it. His hands slowly left my body. I thought he wanted to end the beautifully dangerous thing he was doing, but I was wrong. He was taking off his clothes.
His chest was bare and masculine. He broke the kiss and held my hand before he gently placed it on his chest. He moaned deeply and it resounded in my ears.
It looked like he had never been touched by a woman. The slightest touch from me made him moan so much.
"What have you done to me?" He whispered, before resuming the kiss again.
This time, it was deeper…. desperate and he hardly gave me any chance to catch my breath.
I loved it.
I wanted more.
His hands went from my waist and he untied my corset. He took it off, leaving me in the light white fabric I had on. He growled as he gently held the tip of my dress and he…..he tore it.
Yes, he didn't take it off like every handsome prince would. My devil ripped my clothes off instead and my breath seized.
I had nothing else but my underwear on after he took all my clothes away. His eyes were glued on my body.
"I do not care what you have done to me anymore, Mala. I want you…..I need you," he whispered then he pulled me in. He licked my neck….and his warm breath was on my skin. "This feeling is Dangerous, but being away from you is death."