Mate For The Bride

Dance for me.

It's almost similar to how I got deeply involved with my former master in the other world, Damon.

I don't want to think about the reason for my death like this but I had a hunch it was because of him. I knew too much. Way more than a subordinate should know.

I always asked questions.

Questions with answers that were dangerous to my health and brain.

And when Damon refuses to tell me, I seek them out myself. Like a moth attracted to flames.

In my case, it's me attracting trouble every f*****g time. Blindly treading through muddy soils bound to swallow me whole and thinking I could always get out of it somehow except I didn't expect this one to be more than my whole being and existence.

It destroyed me and never again will I head in that direction.

I got a second life and it was the first promise I made to myself after opening my eyes to a whole new world.

Now Mr. Devil suddenly puts a claim on me and won't stop following me around. No doubt, the moment I get entangled with him means me going back to how I use to be.

How I used to attract trouble to myself.

He is dangerous. Bad for my health and my peace of my mind. If I had known who he truly was a while ago when Ronald asked, no doubt he would've pulled out that weapon and attacked me with it.

There's just one thing I have to do now to stop history from repeating itself.

"We are here." the Devil announces and I raised my head to look around but I found nothing.

He nods at my sides and I follow his eyes then I finally see it.

All thoughts disturbing my mind just now disappeared completely.

My lips parted and my legs moved hurriedly on its own in total awe of the sight in front of me.

It was a lake.

A lake with crystal clear waters that reflected the moon and the stars in it so clearly that it feels real. Almost as if I could touch them.

"Oh. my. Goddess." I uttered, a gasp leaving me. "This is so beautiful!"

No, it was magical. I never knew a place like this existed in the world. It was as if the moon's illumination was focused solely on the lake, giving it a heavenly view.

The guard I thought I had up all this while disappeared completely. I almost did not realize how he came behind me, suddenly whispering in my ears.

"I was dying to show you this." he said and instead of flinching at how close we suddenly were, I think I leaned into him a little.

When I finally realized what I did, it was too late. He wrapped his hands around my waist, almost possessively as he propped his jaws on my shoulder.

I swallowed hard, standing rigidly as I noticed what he was doing. He was smelling me and it seemed like he was enjoying it.

He let out a low growl and surpsingly, I didn't flinch.

I always found that kind of noise scary but this one wasn't. It felt nice. Staring at a scenery so beautiful and him holding me and filling me with his warmth like this.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, his lips grazing my ears. I shivered at the slight contact and a breathy moan almost escaped me.

Fuck it! I cannot be doing this.

I tried to reach into my sleeves discreetly. Then my eyes widened in panic when I found nothing.

"Are you looking for this?" He held my silver knife in front of me and I could tell he was smiling.

Just when and how did he manage to take that from me?

He released from his grasp me and I watched him twirl the knife in his fingers before he puts it in his pocket, confiscating it.

"Be a good girl for me now will you?"

"Give it back." I demanded with more aggression than intended.

For some reasons I couldn't explain, it was aggravating to see him playing with my knife like he owns it. I don't even let Andrew touch it.

Cyrus raised his hand, as if in surrender but it was an invitation to get me to come to him and I willingly fell into that trap.

I hesitated before I started to search him. My hands went around his waist lightly as I check for my knife I saw him drop in his pocket. I didn't find it.

His lips pulled up into a smirk when I slide my hands up to his chest. I tried my best to touch him as light as possible so it doesn't give off the wrong impression to some flying night birds watching but I couldn't help but feel his chest a little more. He's as hard as a rock. Sturdy and big and intriguing, I couldn't control my fingers from tracing his packs under his clothes. His body was perfect.

I could tell even without seeing it.

"Done exploring?" His voice immediately erases all the fantasies I was about to get lost in.

I came back to my senses with a feeling of shame hovering around me and with the realization that I have little to no control over my own darn body.

I need to get out of here as soon as possible.

"So what trick are you trying to pull on me again?" I took three steps away from him and folded my arms, feeling his eyes dangerously watching me like a hawk. "Look Mr. Cyrus, I might have caught your eyes the first time we met but I'm not sorry to tell you that you're not my type and you cannot suddenly stake a claim on me like you did that day."

"I have every right to." was all he said before he turned his back to me and I hurried to catch up with him, going down the hill that led to the lake.

I managed to get in front of him and stop him from moving any further. "What do you mean by that?"

I could tell there was more to him suddenly into me.

"The literal meaning."

"What the f**k does the literal meaning means?"

His jaws clenched tightly, eyes turning hard and icy as he slowly covers the distance between us. "It means that you're mine. Every single part of your body, soul and entirety of you Elora, belongs to me."

Good. He wasn't calling me Princess anymore. I wish he would stick to Elora.

"I don't belong to you and definitely not to anyone. I'm not a piece of property."

"You'll beg to be Princess." he laughs. "Once you realize how much your body will obey me, how much it will beg for my attention."

"Keep dreaming." I huffed not ignoring the fact that his eyes were suddenly as hostile as the first time I met them in that tavern. He grabs my neck and I gasp at the sudden action.

"Now my Princess, if you're done saying meaningless things, you should get to work, shouldn't you?"

Work? Was that why he brought me here? To do what kind of work exactly?

I didn't bother to ask.

"What do you say?" he was tightening his grip on my neck with every passing second, waiting for me to nod my head and agree with whatever he has planned out for me without questions but I wasn't ready to surrender to him like that.

"I want to go home." I forced the words out with a struggle and his eyes darkened more than they already had.

To be honest, it frightened me to see him like this. As if a beast had awoken inside him but it didn't stop me from meeting his eyes defiantly.

He suddenly smiles and I swear shivers ran down my back, turning my blood cold. He released me from his hold and I take in the biggest breath I have ever taken.

"Get naked. Now." He orders and my eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Who did this asshole think he is?

"Or what?" I asked, meeting his dark eyes. The way his lips curled left a disturbing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Or the next body part I will send to your door step would be that of Andrew's"

My body freezes as I meet his serious gaze. "You cannot threaten me with that once again. I just confirmed Andrew means something to you. You'll not kill him just to get to me."

"You think?" he raised a brow, the smirk not once leaving his lips as he holds up my chin. "Want to find out together? I'll give you three seconds to change your mind."

Fuck. I just put myself into deeper trouble by challenging this asshole. And he knows my weakness so well! Maybe I shouldn't have gotten attached to anyone in this life. Mom and Andrew.

I should've lived on my own. Having no one I would sacrifice myself and my dignity for like this. But Mom and Andrew were so sweet to me. I couldn't resist the love they showed me and now I'm in this mess.

"Now strip and dance for me my Princess." he says it like it was as simple as walking around this place.

D-dance for him?

My breath hitch as he stares at me with all seriousness. He was not joking at all! He really wants me to dance. At this point, I was afraid of antagonizing him further.

"Only on one condition." I said and his eyes narrowed at me but he didn't stop me from speaking. "Promise that you won't touch me."

"If I don't?"

“Then you can kill whoever you want.”

He laughs at that then nods slightly. "I promise not to touch you. My eyes will probably be doing more than my hands would."

I shivered when I imagined what he was talking about but I erased it out from my brain again as I faced him.

"I trust that you won't go back on your own words."

"Definitely." he said it so confidently, it was my turn to smirk.

I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling his eyes following my every movement as I pushed my skirt down my waist, allowing it to pool beneath my feet. It wasn't so hard when I imagined I was simply on a bikini.

The cool breeze kissed my skin harshly but I shivered more from the way he was looking at me. Intensely. There was something raw and sinfully luscious in the way he stared at my nakedness. Especially when I turned around, it felt like he was burning a hole through my butt cheeks which turned me on strangely.

"My good girl." he smiles slightly, his eyes raking through my whole body as I turn around and start to enter the lake water.

It covered my feet first then it went up to my knees, thighs, waist and finally, my neck. It felt so warm and I closed my eyes to enjoy it for a little longer when I heard his commanding growl.

It echoed through the silent mountain. A seductive symphony of desire and dominance which somehow draws me closer to the captivating allure of his untamed presence.

He soon finds a seat where he could watch me from the perfect angle, his eyes pushing me to start whatever I was going to start.

And I smile then, because I know for sure he was the one in trouble.