Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 174: Pain And Pleasure

Chapter 174: Pain And Pleasure

After having their evening meal together in the guest room, Samantha returned to Ivan’s chamber in the hopes of finding him there, and as expected, he was sitting up on his bed, fully awake. He had worn his glasses as usual, perching them elegantly at the bridge of his nose, and his blue eyes, which scanned the paperwork on his bed, instantly flicked in her direction when he sensed her appealing presence in his chamber. Samantha could feel her heart skip a beat, an extrinsic reaction that had become a natural occurrence to her whenever she saw him.

"Why are you standing there?" His eyes raked over her frame, almost questioningly, and Samantha had to force her feet to move forward. Ivan simply continued on what he had been doing as he gathered the paperworks and kept them on his side table. His gaze returned to his little lamb who came to stand at the side of his bed, and before she could say anything else to him, he held out his hand for her to take.

"Give me your hand." His once cold tone had softened in the blink of an eye, it sounded honeyed, making her insides sing! But even though her mind was clueless on what he wanted to do with her hand, she gave it to him without thinking deeply on the matter. When he kissed her tender palm, it sent flutters to her heart, and all it took was a swift effortless pull to have the woman he loved falling onto his bed.

"Wait... what are you doing?" Samantha tried to wriggle out of his bed, but his strong arms had her pinned to him. Her breath hitched when her back came in contact with his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat aligning with hers, and she swallowed gently after realizing he just spooned her against him. Whenever she made attempts to break free, his hold would automatically tighten until she heard his deep reprimanding voice.

"Stop!"

And she did.

Samantha still couldn’t discern how he was capable of controlling her body better than her. She never had the intention of stopping, but there was something so hypnotically commanding in his tone that made her body listen to it. When she turned her head so she could meet his gaze, it turned out to be a wrong move because his soft lips were on hers before she could blink. It was a brief, heartfelt kiss that Samantha found herself surrendering to, and it made her nerves tingle in more than one way.

"How was your day today?" He asked after pulling back to look at her flushed face. "I see you’ve gotten into Helena’s good books in just one day. Helena is a difficult woman to please, but my little lamb achieved that in just a day. Not to mention the fact you supported her in the capital’s Town square." Reaching for her slender hand, the tip of his nose grazed her skin until he got to her wrist, and without warning, he bit her, earning a surprised whimper from the woman whose eyes bulged.

His grip on her wrist tightened as he sucked on her sweet blood, and Samantha felt insane for finding his actions quite arousing.... Maybe it was because of the feeling of his lips on her skin? When he subconsciously deepened his bite, a much louder whimper escaped from her, but it sounded disapproving, whilst Ivan had to open his eyes to meet her slight glare. She had no right to blame him, it’s almost as if she kept getting prettier and more attractive whenever he saw her, it was making her hard to resist.

Releasing her wrist the minute he was done, he complimented. "You have a nice voice, little lamb.... It makes me curious to hear how many different sounds it can make in one night. Hmm.. that would be a delightful way to help me spend my night before dawn." His blue eyes held intentions that made her want to shudder compulsively, and unfortunately she could not escape his clutches this time.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" Samantha looked at her wrist that possessed his bite mark now. Does he intend on decorating her skin with his bites? Her big eyes returned to meet his own, and she watched as they lowered into slits.

"If you keep giving me those looks the more tempted I am to do something dirty to you." His eyes sliced through her own, and Samantha averted her gaze in seconds. Their proximity, his voice, it was all getting into her head. Facing the other way to avoid falling into his spell, she felt his hands on her lower abdomen as he pulled her close with no space between them, her body connecting with his, just the way he liked it, and Samantha wondered how long she was meant to stay like this without having her walls broken and giving in to this man that presently made her mind foggy and cloudy.

"How is Prince Alistair doing?" Her voice came out soft and full of concern as she remembered Alistair, and her eyes closed when she felt Ivan’s fingers walking up her arm to her shoulders, he moved her hair away as he leaned in to whisper.

"Why do you inquire about another man with such a tone?" His own tone held an underlying grudge, seemingly jealous that she could get this worried about another man who wasn’t him. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down the lines of her beautiful throat, and he could sense her body’s response to his every advances.

"Alistair will be fine," he answered after pulling away. "He will put on the chains tomorrow, it’s not necessary he puts them on tonight if he doesn’t feel like it. But for caution, he has to put them back on tomorrow so there won’t be problems. As much as I say this, I don’t quite agree with myself."

"But I feel bad for Prince Alistair." Samantha murmured her concern, "I never knew the reasons behind those chains of his were to help him tame his bloodlust. Helena told me about the incident that happened when he first visited the borders, and who would have thought he bore such a painful past to himself. He smiled more, and he enjoyed giving me the frights when I wasn’t looking. It’s just strange seeing him in his most vulnerable state."

"I can’t recall the last time I saw him like this too." Ivan admitted, "he’s a wild vampire, his kind are notably born to kill and cause terror. It happens when the blood of two vampires come from a strong bloodline, the same reason why my Father wanted to take over GreenHollow so my kind will be given the opportunity to mix with other races. But Alistair is quite different from what I pictured them to be. Even without the powers of those chains, he’s capable of holding himself but I’m afraid his restraints will be quick to snap when he senses the blood of a human."

"Is that another reason why you were always so conscious of my relationship with them?" Samantha inquired.

"Precisely." He hummed, "but we’re talking about Alistair here, you’d be surprised by his change of mood tomorrow. With this being said, you have nothing to worry about, so focus on me tonight."

A gasp escaped Samantha’s lips when he turned her the other way so she could look at his handsome face.

"Do you still hear those whispers?" He asked, and there was a flicker of relief in his blue orbs when she shook her head.

"No, I haven’t heard it all day. Do you think it has stopped for good this time?"

"It better be, or I might just do something drastic if that soulmate stealer continues to bother my little lamb." His tone was laced with a venomous edge, one he failed to hide despite trying to make it sound like a joke.

"What do you mean?" Samantha’s breath hitched when his hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer– too close! Instead of responding, his eyes took a foxy slit as it lingered on her face, his fingers feeling her skin through the fabric of her dress as he trailed it down to her hips. Her mind was becoming foggy, but she dared to repeat her question.

"What do you..ahh!!" A surprised cry reflexively tore from her lips when he smacked her bottom. Her pupils dilated in disbelief as the resounding slap echoed within the quiescence of his chamber, and the sensation of his palm slapping her ass cheek made her feel a stinging warmth spread through her body, and it jerked in reaction when he began to massage it after that unanticipated smack.

"Did it hurt? I can make you feel better."

"What are you... stop touching–!!" Another cry escaped her when he smacked her bottom for the second time, and the colors on her cheeks deepened when his unruly, yet gifted hand moved to massage it, as if to soothe the pain. She could not escape despite the fact he was keeping her pinned with just one hand. Hiding her blush seemed futile, she couldn’t look away because he had his eyes on her expression the whole time, hardly blinking.

"Ivan.." He smacked it for the third time when she dared to squirm free, and there was not a hint of smile on his face, yet he made such serious expressions look damn sexy.

"This was supposed to be a punishment but you dare moan? My little lamb is into pain and pleasure... How entertaining." He arched an eyebrow, intensifying the redness of her cheeks, but his hand never seized from massaging her round derriére. She figured that whenever she tried to move, he’d smack it, but when she stayed put, his hands would rub it in such a tantalizing manner, she could hardly stay in place.

"If you make sounds like this in the open, people will mistake you for a seductress." He admitted while eating up her expression. "You do not seem to realize that the more you make these sounds, the more eager I am to force as many as I can out of your pretty mouth."

He cocked his head, "feeling better? Or shall I keep up?"

"No!" When he released her, Samantha immediately rolled to the other side with quick effect, but she hadn’t foreseen finding herself on the ground the next minute after falling from his bed. When Ivan looked down, he bit his lower lip to suppress a laugh as his little lamb ended up crawling on the floor, and it was obvious her knees were no longer working.

"Need help?"

"No! Not at all! I’ve had enough help for a day, thank you very much!" She quickly refused and ended up crawling all the way to her bed. All heated and flustered, she couldn’t even walk thanks to him.

She swears she’s going to pay him back for this!