Kissing Hellfire: Marry Me, Evil Lord
Chapter 52: Not yet done

Chapter 52: Not yet done

"Why would I be jealous? He is just a lowly being whose neck I can easily snap," Alec said darkly.

His eyes dropped to her lips, stayed there for a moment before traveling down her neck where he could hear her warm blood pulsating, then it dropped to her chest, lingering on her breasts that were pushed together by the bodice of her dress.

Slowly, he lifted his stare, and by the time their gazes met again, Lauren shivered at the raw emotion in his eyes. She saw a mix of bloodlust, vengeful rage, and feral desire that promised her a sweet torture in his arms.

He brought his fingers to her delicate neck and provocatively caressed the spot where the pulsating came from with his thumb, making Lauren grip the side of her dress.

"You can’t drink from me yet. You can only take blood from me once a week and your last drink was six days ago. You fall one day short," she said.

"I’m craving for fresh blood right now, Lauren," and she knew what he meant by that. He was in a foul mood. He was livid. "Should I call a maid instead? But I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself until she turns to a dry corpse because only your blood can satiate me. The choice is yours, my beautiful wife."

Of course, a devil like him would force his way to get what he wished. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and Lauren realized denying him was futile.

Even though it was against her will, she craned her neck to give him access. She stood there anxiously, bracing for his sharp fangs as he dipped his head down to the crook in her neck.

But it wasn’t his cold fangs that touched her skin but his warm lips. Lauren’s grip on her dress tightened when she felt his tongue graze a spot of her neck before sucking it with no teeth, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"I love your neck but I want to bite you somewhere else," he whispered before lifting Lauren to the table behind her, knocking some bottles of wine along the way.

Lauren was about to express her contempt but he didn’t give her a chance because the next thing she knew, the upper part of her dress was torn in half.

Her eyes flew wide.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I’ve already seen everything, Lauren. There’s no need for you to be shy," he said like a devil convincing his prey that he wouldn’t do anything bad.

Lauren was speechless at how fast he got rid of her laced corset at the expense of ruining it. Although his skirt remained intact, in less than five seconds, Alec was able to undress her upper body. It wasn’t the first time he saw her naked but she still felt the same intensity of embarrassment rising to her cheeks, especially now that there was nothing she could do to hide her body from his treacherous eyes.

"I-I bought that dress for two thousand gold coins! How can you just tear it off!" Lauren was burning in both annoyance and shame.

"You didn’t marry a beggar, Lauren. Two thousand gold coins are nothing," Alec said but his eyes were on the treasure in front of him. With the moonlight coming from the glass window, Lauren’s body looked glistening in his eyes.

Lauren’s both hands gripped the edge of the table, clenching her jaw while looking away. She hated how she was laid in front of him like a meal meant for him to devour, but what she hated more was how she felt a spark of thrill in the middle of a humiliating situation, and the fact that she couldn’t deny how he set her body ablaze with a simple touch.

"Where shall I bite you, hmm?" Alec asked in a husky voice.

His knuckles caressed her jaw before two of his fingers slowly traveled down her throat, passing by her collarbone, to her chest, and when it stopped at the upper part of her right breast, Lauren’s heart skipped a beat.

"Here. I want to bite you here."

Lauren felt a burning lump in her throat as he held her hips to put her in place before crouching down like a savage beast ready to swallow his victim alive.

The moment his fangs pierced into the plump flesh of her upper breast, Lauren’s eyelids fluttered and a gasp escaped her lips. She gripped the table harder as her pulse raced. Her breathing growing uneven.

She looked down, and as she watched Alec suck blood from her breast with his head tilted and his sharp jaw moving with his every gulp, she didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling. Despite the pain from his fangs and how dangerous the situation was, she found pleasure in what he was doing to her. The kind of pleasure that was like a sweet poison, tempting, addicting and would leave you wanting for more, but was also lethal.

Yes, she must be crazy.

After taking enough to satiate his thirst and to keep her alive, Alec retracted his fangs and looked up to meet her dazed eyes as he licked his lips.

Some drops of blood oozed from the wound, trickling down to Lauren’s taut nipple, and when Alec traced it with his sinful tongue while maintaining eye contact with her, she shivered.

When he sucked her little peak that was stained with blood, the first suck was gentle as a kiss, but on the second time, he sucked it hard that it made Lauren’s body jolt.

She was panting when he stopped. A vicious smile tugged on his lips when he pulled himself up and saw how flustered she was.

"Your blood is like an addictive drug, Lauren, don’t you know that?"

Still catching her breath, Lauren spoke, "If you are done you can let me go now..."

"Who says I’m done? No, dear wife. We aren’t done here."