Dust Of Lust

Chapter.15*Wounds And Cuts*

I sat on the stool, making sure I don't do something stupid or my mouth is under check before I speak to him. He pulled his arm out, which reached slightly to my stomach, but he made sure it wasn't resting on my thighs, which was great actually. I might sound like a thirsty perv, but sitting close to him felt different, I felt hesitant. His broad, wide shoulders, his dark, deep eyes being lifted while his head was tilted down, everything was pretty peculiar and very attractive about him.

I raised my face to scan his face, to spot the cuts or wounds. He had a cut on his forehead, but that wasn't very prominent, what's prominent was our eyes meeting together. I accidentally looked him in the eye while looking for cuts, his eyes were at me for how long, I don't know.

I bent a little forward and brushed his hair off from his forehead with my left hand, getting the kind of chills I never had and began cleaning the cut. We were awfully close at that moment. My eyes kept sliding down to his eyes, but I was trying my level best to avoid looking at any of his other features except for his forehead. Once it was done, I hurriedly lowered my face again.

"Leave it, I will do that myself." He murmured in his sexy voice when I looked at his knee which seemed to be injured. His pant was slightly ripped from his knee and to apply something you all know what was necessary. But lucky for me, this guy was not in a rush of showing me his manly things, he politely asked me to leave the medicine and bandages behind so he could do it himself.

Walking out of his room, just when I was about to close the door, I heard him.

"Shanice!" I don't believe that he remembered my name as the others have always kind of asked it twice to prove how less important I was. I turned around, thinking something sick was coming my way, "You are saved from the punishment." He didn't look at me but mumbled. After closing the door, I stood there like a statue for a minute, he let me help him so that he can save me from the punishment, he didn't do it for himself.

When nothing made sense, I began walking towards the corridor from where I could easily leave to the out, to my village.

"You!" My heart did a unique flip inside my stomach when Luke's voice fell on my eardrums. I swirled around and saw him standing with his pant open, but luckily things were inside and I couldn't see anything. The sight of an opened shirt and pants scared me, I began shivering when he tracked my way.

What was going on, did his mind really think it was appropriate for him to walk around like that?

"Where to?" he asked, placing one hand on the wall. My back touched the wall as I tried to keep our bodies separated.

"Hut," I replied, not even looking down because of some of the very scary reasons. I fixed my eyes on his shirt buttons, yes, his button was worth watching than him or his stupid face. He was wearing a strong cologne, standing this close to me, he was making me shiver in my skin.

"Who told you that your work for today was done?" He smirked, bending over me and sniffing my hair, I remember him calling us mud, how strange of him for digging his face in that mud.

"I did all my work," I answered, slowly grasping my posture straight.

"Not until you please this young man." He looked down at his pant and grinned, how was I supposed to please a non-existent young man? I gulped when he removed his hand from the wall and wrapped his arms around my back to open the apron I was wearing. I reacted in fear, accidentally pushing him away from me by a blow to his chest.

Guess he didn't see it coming. What's twisted was that he didn't take the hint that I was not going to pleasure him even if he scares me with his punishments.

"You wh***," he rushed back at me with a raised fist, my reflexes worked quickly and I bowed down, making him punch the wall. A loud groan echoed through the corridor, I bet he broke his wrist or maybe not.

"Ugh! You low nasty b***," he grunted in pain, holding his fist and yelling like a coward. I had my fingers tangled and my body nervously wandering around taking slow steps. I was watching him with fear very clearly visible on my face and my body restlessly walking to and fro.

"I didn't mean to---," I stated in fear of what was going to happen next, obviously I meant to do that, but saying it aloud was going to get me in more trouble.

"Ugh! look what you did. Now, this is what you will get," He finally composed his posture again and showed me his fist, his other hand grasped my hair and gave my body little jerks.

"Walk now," he began pulling me from my hair to his room, and there was no way I could fight back. I have never been taught to defend myself, all this time, my every work has told me to just bow my head down to these Royal’s wishes.

But I didn’t think like them, even if I tell myself this countless times, I ended up fighting for myself.

I tried to get free, but his grip was strong. His room was only a foot away when I saw Lord George coming out of his room with his head down. I have seen the lust in his eyes as well.

"No please, I beg for your forgiveness," I yelled as loudly as I could, totally letting my voice hit every corner of the mansion and that also, grabbed George's attention. Now I knew none of them were nice enough to fight with their own kind for us, but these two men were slaves of their manhood's. I’ve seen the look in their eyes whenever a worker would appear before them.

"What's going on here?" George called after us, his voice was loud and clear. Prince Luke ceased walking and that made him not drag me as well.