Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 167: In Between Two Walls

Chapter 167: In Between Two Walls

Samantha escorted her brother back to his room, and her gaze was laced with concern as she took in how he kept stretching his limbs from time to time. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I’m alive." He stopped stretching before letting out a weary sigh, and then he turned to look at his sister whose concern had momentarily switched into a reprimanding gaze. She had her hands on her hip as she demanded. "What were you thinking starting a duel with his Majesty? I was almost starting to believe you were growing some sense but with your actions today.... My God Maurice! You’re incredibly lucky he took the duel as child’s play. Otherwise you’d be crushed into dust, then what about me?!"

"You noticed it too?" Maurice tsked in annoyance as if his sister just helped him confirm his suspicion. "I knew he wasn’t taking that duel seriously. I needed him to give me his all so I can be sure of what to ex–" and Maurice was stopped in the middle of his sentence when his sister flicked his forehead with her index finger, spreading a sharp sting across his temples.

"Hey!" Visibly taken aback, Maurice met her gaze to find her glaring at him with those mystic green eyes, and then she shook her head with her hands waving dramatically in the air, then she said. "You’re not even listening to me, fine then, go out there, sign your death certificate and get crushed like a potato but don’t come running to me when you get hurt okay? Cause I won’t listen to you. Have a goodnight while you’re still alive."

"Sam..." but before he could say anything else, Samantha turned to leave him standing alone at the entrance. He watched his sister’s figure disappear as she took a corner, quite obvious that she was pissed by him. "You’d be surprised, I’ll surprise you during the event!" He shouted loud enough in the hopes she’d hear him out, but she was already gone. Rubbing the back of his neck as his body still aches slightly, he pushed the door open and went into his room. Sigh.... He wanted to ask for a massage but guessed that won’t be possible tonight since he had an angry sister on the loose - he thought with an exhausted demeanor before closing his room door shut.

Samantha made her way through the corridor, and she muttered her disbelief as she kept walking. This side of the Palace was commonly quiet since most servants were occupied in the wing Palace and the main Palace itself.

"Samantha."

"Hmm?" Stopping in her gait as she turned around to see who had called her name, her eyebrows creased in puzzlement when she saw no one standing beside her. Did she by chance hallucinate her name?

Ignoring it, Samantha continued down the hallway till she heard the same echoing whisper in her head. "Come to me..." the whispering voice had her stopping in her gait again.

"Who’s there?" She swiftly turned around to look at whoever it was that kept calling her, but mysteriously, she saw no one standing behind her. The candles were already out and only the light from the sconces kept the corridor illuminated with its glow. The corridor itself was empty, lacking the presence of anyone but deep down in her gut, Samantha had a feeling that someone was watching her closely..... but who? And where?

Is someone trying to play a trick on her? Was this Maurice’s doing?

"Maurice?" She called her brother’s name, her voice echoing softly within the vicinity as she began making her way towards the same direction she had taken on her way to Maurice’s chamber. There was this uneasy feeling in her heart, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was indeed watching her.

When she reached the corner that simply led her in the direction of Maurice’s chamber, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and swiftly pulled her into a corner between two walls. A scream was at the verge of escaping her lungs when a big hand covered her mouth on time, and when she looked up, she was staring into the heated gaze of Ivan.

"Shhhh." He soothingly whispered when the drumming sound of her heartbeat banged in his ears, and he noticed the relief that washed up on her face after recognizing him. When he sensed she wasn’t going to scream any longer, he withdrew his palm from her mouth, and Samantha blinked spontaneously with her eyes narrowed into a slight glare.

"It was you?!" She whispered-shout, but her voice escaped her lungs when he suddenly had her back to the wall. Her anger and worries instantly vanquished like thin air when his smoldering eyes looked her up and down, but it was a gaze that made her feel naked even when she was fully clothed.

She wanted to ask what he was doing here, why he had to frighten her in that manner, but none of those words left her lips. Instead, her breath hitched when she felt his fingers on the strings of her dress close to her bosoms, his cold fingertips brushing against her cleavage as he suddenly released the tied up strings that were meant to hold the top of her dress together, but Samantha was quick to cover herself with her hands, her eyes widening in disbelief at his scandalous action.

"What are you–"

"No one will come." He assured her, his voice a tempting whisper that was beginning to crumble her once firm sanity. Even if someone did come, it would be difficult to see them since he had dragged her into a corner that was semi-dark in contrast to the corridor. His crimson eyes had turned a shade darker, but it wasn’t a look that defined his bloodlust, it was a look that made her heart palpitate as he continued to size her up like a priceless meal he couldn’t wait to taste.

But she wasn’t a meal.

"Little Lamb..."

His voice deepened with need as he closed the distance between them, and all was forgotten the moment his sensuous lips found her own. Samantha could feel her knees weaken the instant his lips descended on hers, and her eyes reflexively shut themselves when he kissed the daylights out of her in this hidden place, stealing every breath she planned on holding on to as his tongue invaded her mouth. The familiar sensation ran through her nerves, her body, and it was no different from a passing current.

His hand slid up to the back of her neck, his fingers getting tangled in the soft locks of her golden-blonde hair. He missed the way her lips tasted on his, so much so that he could feel the possessiveness of both his demons and his vampiric senses taken over while he deepened the kiss, his sharp canines descending in reaction.

Samantha’s hands still covered the strings at the top of her breast while he continued to lick, suck and claim her lips in ways that left her toes curling in sheer delight. A moan escaped from her when he sucked at her bottom lip, and her reaction to his every advances only made his heart pound harder than it ever did.

When he pulled back to give her some time to catch her breath, his lips traced her jawline down to her beguiling neck, whilst he peppered them with kisses.

"Ivan..." Breathless, she managed to utter his name, but he didn’t stop and continuously awakened the need that her body never once knew till she met him.

"S-stop." She stuttered in between her pants and puffs, but he knew she didn’t mean it. When he pulled back to meet her eyes that gleamed just the way he liked them, he whispered. "I like it when you call my name without the formalities, it seems to me I’m getting one step closer to getting my ’yes’ from you." Taking one of her hands that protectively covered her chest, he kissed her tender palms without averting his demanding stare from her own.

"So delectable I could eat you up." And he took her other free hand, pinning them to the wall above her head. Her scent, her body, her eyes, her soul, everything she owned belonged to him. She was his to claim, his to love, his to devour.... And no matter how hard he always tried to suppress these urges, he knew eventually that his restraint was going to snap sooner or later.

"And... and everyone said you were asexual." Samantha managed to breathe out, unruly captivated by this man’s attempt to flip her mind upside down. His eyes twinkled with mischief at her words, almost as if she looked betrayed.

"Did they?" He arched an eyebrow, "it is unfortunate, as you’re the only one who knows what type of man I can really be." His thumb caressed her wet bottom lip before he separated it from the top.

"Should I say the same in your case?" There was a possessive glint in his eyes as he coaxed, "what sort of lessons did you take as a Courtesan?"

"I don’t know, I never paid attention." She admitted, and then he leaned close...close enough for their lips to almost clash as he looked at her through his feminine lashes, content filling his gaze, and he whispered into her lips that were still parted by his thumb. "Good, cause you are mine as I am yours. This master shall teach you what it’s like to feel desired." And his tongue delved into her mouth before kissing her, it was an act that had Samantha tilting her chin up in reflex as another moan escaped her.

She felt nothing except the weight of his heated torso pinning her own body to the wall. Despite being rumored to be a Courtesan, Samantha was still oblivious to this type of feeling. When the older Courtesan’s normally talked about their experiences, no one said anything about it feeling this incredibly good!! Or did it only feel this good with him?? Was her feelings for him also intertwined with this?

Samantha instantly felt a growing urgency between her legs, and her eyes widened as she immediately remembered the state she was in. That alone gave her the strength she needed to push Ivan back before her flows became heavy, and when he noticed the look in her eyes, he questioned softly.

"What happened?"

"I- I can’t.." her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to explain it, but as usual she couldn’t bring herself to say it to Ivan. The corner where they hid felt hot and heavy, and when her colored cheeks became evident to his gaze, a knowing smile crossed his enticing lips as he pushed her back on the wall again.

"Are you worried you might..." to Samantha’s awe, she felt one of his knees go up between her legs until he touched that sensitive spot that suddenly throbbed, making her body jerk in reaction to the sweet touch, and his eyes twinkled as if he had gotten his answer. "Didn’t it feel..... good? Good enough to make you crave for something else?"