Brittany's hand immediately loosened on his, falling onto the table. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised. His father was no ordinary man. Nathan was either the same or worse. Someone like him was capable of killing her without a second thought.
"You are my wife. The mere fact that I chose you should be an honor. You either accept that and act accordingly or die." His chair scraped against the floor as he pushed it back, standing to his full height. Brittany was struck in place when he walked closer, pressing the napkin to her cheek. He tapped her skin gently, his heavy glare on the top of her head. "I thought we were getting along fine. We only just got together, don't make me do something I'll regret." His arm slung over her shoulder and he leaned down. "That said, you'll be a good girl, won't you?"
Brittany didn't move a muscle. Even as his fingers danced across her arm, even as his face drew dangerously close to hers…she sat there.
There was no way out of this, was there? She knew not what laid behind those closed doors and she didn't want to see what would happen if she were to provoke him any further.
His breath first swept across her lips, then his warmth brushed ever so slightly against her. She could barely make out the feel of his lips, as if he was merely testing the waters. When her body remained still, he pressed harder, molding them together. He caressed the soft flesh of her lips as his fingers slipped across her skin, brushing over neck before tangling into her hair. She felt his teeth nibble at her lip, followed by the feel of his wet tongue slipping between. It crept inside slowly, swirling around her mouth until she could hardly breath.
There was no doubt that he knew very well how to kiss, but his lips felt very alien against hers. Who would've thought that her first taste of a man's lips would be with a guy like him?
"Since you're not going to eat…" He pulled back with a smile. "Let's take a shower, shall we?"
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Fingers entwined with hers, Nathan pulled Brittany up the stairs and guided her to the bathroom attached to one of the rooms. He turned the faucet on, filling the tub with water. Brittany stood by the door, listening to the sound of the water running. With every passing second, the thoughts running around in her head piled up.
After this, what would come next? Torture? Or god forbid, sex?
Rolling up his sleeves, Nate dipped his hand in the tub and submerged it up to his wrist before pulling back and looking at her. "You should get in."
Brittany didn't want to comply, but his expectant stare burned into her and she reluctantly stepped forward.
She glanced around slowly and curled her arms around herself while he watched her from where he stood by the tub. She flinched when the door creaked shut behind her. "N-Now…?" She stammered. "I don't think I really n-need a---"
"Should I give you a hand?"
"No!" The reply came almost instant, but she paled when he turned and stepped towards her anyway.
"W-Wait." Her hand quickly reached up, grabbing the strap on her dress. "I can do it my---" His large hand covered hers and squeezed lightly, silencing her immediately.
"Be still." He said.
She had no choice but to let her hand retreat back to her side. She nodded meekly, her lip slipping between her teeth.
"Will you eat if I have something prepared at your request? Anything is fine." He asked as his fingers crept under her straps, slipping it off her shoulders.
"I'm not hungry."
The crack between her breasts peeked out and his gaze noticeably lingered there for a moment before he stepped behind her, pulling the zipper down and letting the gown fall to the floor at her feet.
His body ghosted hers from behind and Brittany stood still as his hands curled around her arms and the tip of his nose danced along the nape of her neck. He held her still and sniffed her scent in with one long breath, like the predacious wild animal he was and she, the prey.
"The smell is not the same." He pulled back, but not before shifting her collar to place a light kiss on her skin.
His hands dropped to her hips and under the waistband of her underwear, continuing to strip her bare. He pulled it down her legs and off her feet. Now she was as naked as the day she was born.
'What would Miles think if he saw her like this?' She thought. 'Would he even bat an eye? Would he care?'
She already had the answer.
Brittany was at the bottom of the food chain and he knew that very well. Of course he wouldn't want to tie his fate to the abomination, the epitome of misfortune. He probably didn't reject her out of pity.
"You mean…I stink?" Wrapping her arms around her breasts, Brittany quickly moved off, climbing into the tub and submerging herself under the clear warm water. Her nose upwards was above the surface. She peeked over at him, her legs pressing tightly together.
His house was beyond anything she'd seen before, and this was her first time in such a luxurious bathroom. The tub could probably hold three of her and more.
"No. Not at all." He smiled at her. It seemed his mood was better than in the dinning room, however it didn't make her feel any safer. In fact, she'd rather he behaved as reserved and clueless as he did back at school, because it was only that dorky side of him she was familiar with.
She brought her knees up to her chest, hugging it. "Was it fun…?" She whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Was it fun toying with us back at school?"
"I wouldn't say 'toying'." He stepped closer. "I wanted to keep a low profile, is all. All that trouble just for you, yet my reward is your tears. I understand that this must be a little too much to handle. Still, I'd like it if you behaved the same as you did before."
"A little? How can I just be---w-what are you doing?" Her eyes widened in horror as Nathan swiftly grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing the hard muscles underneath. It was undeniable that he had an attractive figure and she expected no less from a guy who slept with so many women.
Her eyes quickly shifted, staring down at the water. She heard him move and tensed when his hand grabbed the edge of the tub. Was he getting completely naked?
"I won't touch you." He told her, yet as soon as he climbed in behind her, his arms clasped around her waist and he pulled her up like a weightless doll, trapping her flush against him. She could feel it between his legs, throbbing against her back.
"You're trembling." He pointed out. He clung to her, nuzzling his face into her neck. The soft curls on his head brushed across her skin, tickling her. "Its fine. I can wait."
"W-Wait for what?"
She felt his lips stretch against her, "…Once the ritual is complete, you will be at my feet…begging for me touch you. When that moment comes, I will do my best to please my wife~"