Mated To The Dead Prince
Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Rose followed Cassius back into the castle; however, she was surprised to feel the unexpected shove on her side as a female elf pushed her aside and followed Cassius up the red-carpeted stairs.

She paused for a second and stared at the unapologetically new slave girl walking up the stairs with her ears pointing up at the ceiling like an arrow.

She sighed and followed them behind. She wasn’t about to pick a fight in front of Cassius, and it wasn’t worth it; she knew the elf slave was just trying to get on her nerves.

Rose remained silent, walking up the stairs that led to Cassius’ room.

’Is he taking her up to his room?’ Rose couldn’t help thinking about it.

She had thought, or, rather, she was made to believe that Cassius didn’t let just anyone inside his room unless he was going to feed on them.

’Was he going to feed on her while pleasuring her?’ Her mind was a mess, and so was her heart.

The idea of Cassius doing with someone else, what he could never do with her was surprisingly rubbing her the wrong way. She didn’t care, no, she just hated that the thought made her uncomfortable.

She noticed that the usually dark staircases had low-flamed torches hanging off their walls, illuminating the whole place with its dancing flames.

They were just a few flights of stairs away from Cassius’ chambers when he walked into a room and left the door open to Rose and the new Elven slave.

Rose paused at the door when she saw the elven slave give her a deadly look. She waited for a while before entering the room, too.

She’d never been to that room before. It had a few cushioned sofas, red silk curtains draping the windows, and a bed sitting in the center of the room, and that was where Cassius sat. The bed was much smaller than the one in Cassius’ room but still bigger than her bed at home.

The room looked royal with purple sheets and a warm glowing bed lamp.

Rose bit her lips, ’This is where he keeps his sex slaves,’ She concluded.

Then why hadn’t he brought her here?

Why did he let her sleep in that torturous slaves’ quatre?

"Master, however, may I be of service to you?" The elven slave went and knelt in front of Cassius.

Cassius had been quiet since he left the hall. He could feel Rose’s tumultuous emotions, and he hoped it was what he was thinking about.

His eyes never once went to the Elven slave, he locked his gaze on Rose, who stood beside the wall, looking away from them.

"If she gives you permission to touch me, then you can please me," His voice was daunting, as he fished for a reaction from her.

Rose snapped her head to him, a questioning look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"She will only be allowed to please me if you permit her, little human... do you want her hands on me?" Cassius asked quietly.

The Elven slave girl slowly turned to Rose with reproach in her eyes.

"May I please the dark master, Huma -"

"Rose. You shall call her Rose," Cassius snapped at the Elven slave.

She cowered, bowing her head, "Yes, master."

Rose had a frown on her face, she wasn’t understanding anything anymore.

"May I please the dark master, Rose?" The elven slave asked gently.

The elven slave couldn’t understand why Cassius had to seek lowly human permission before he could pleasure himself. It wasn’t as if she had anything special or was she kind of special to him?

Rose shook her head, "I don’t care, Slave, it’s not my place to decide," She replied, knowing that the ’slave’ She had called the elven girl would rub her wrongly.

The elven slave gritted her teeth and glared at Rose, but she slowly turned to Cassius and said, "Master, I believe Rose knows her place and has made the right decision not to decide on your behalf, please, grant me the wish to fulfill your darkest fantasies, oh dark master," She said in a seductive voice.

Cassius wore a frown; he glared at Rose, and nodded, "You don’t mind if I plant my seed in her, Rose?" He asked slowly.

Rose shut her eyes for a second, she recalled her last session with Cassius in his chambers, just before he got too rough with her, she had enjoyed every bit of it, and thinking that he was about to be that way with someone else flipped something in her, but she didn’t want to reason whatever it might be, she wasn’t going to groom whatever that feeling was.

With determined eyes, she looked at Cassius and replied, "I don’t mind, Master. Please, allow me to step out and allow you two some privacy," She suggested and moved to leave the room.

"Stay back," Cassius ordered.

Rose paused, balling her fists. She knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"Watch," He commanded.

She slowly turned, catching the boastful side eye of the elven slave. She glanced at Cassius and was expecting to see a cocky look or even a daunting one, but she was surprised to find him staring expectantly at her as if he was waiting for her to say something to stop him from doing what he was about to do.

"Show her how it’s done, Slave," Cassius said to the Elven slave.

"Yes, Master," She replied, sending Rose a coy look before standing and slowly pulling the slim hands of her flimsy dress down her arms and stepping out of it.

She now stood naked in front of Cassius, and Rose couldn’t help admitting the fact that her body was marvelous. She had everything in extra, there was no way Cassius was going to resist that.

"Watch, Rose. I’ll show you just how the master loves it," The elven slave sashayed over to Cassius and lowered her upper body to him, her heavy breasts bouncing in front of him.

She slowly started to unbutton Cassius’ shirt, placing one of her knees beside his thigh on the bed.

Cassius felt his skin crawl.

His eyes were locked on Rose as the slave finished unbuttoning his shirt.

He felt very uncomfortable, but he wanted to see any form of emotion on Rose’s face that showed that she cared, instead, she had a blank look on her face, looking very indifferent and unbothered.

As the elven slave lowered her hand to his pants, expertly unbuckling it.

Rose felt a strong hand grip her heart, tightening around it and pulling it hard: jealousy.

She was jealous, and it disturbed her.

Breathing was becoming difficult for her as she watched Cassius’ eyes staring at her calmly, he wasn’t even trying to stop the slave.

But, this was what she signed up for the moment she told him that he could take in as many slaves as he wanted.

She removed her eyes the moment the elven slave girl unzipped Cassius’ pants, she couldn’t watch.

"Leave," Cassius suddenly ordered, his hand halting the Elven’s slave’s that was about to slide inside his pants.

Rose bit her lips, a weird hope rising in her chest, she returned her face to him but found them in the same position.

"He asked you to leave, Rose," The elven slave repeated.

Rose glanced at Cassius and found his blank eyes staring at her. "As you wish," She nodded and hurried out of the room.

"What was I thinking?" She smiled sadly.

"I’m starting to lose my mind, too," She murmured as she slowly went down the stairs.

"Did I really think that he would ask her to leave? With that body of hers? No way," She scoffed.

"Uh!" She almost tripped on the stairs but quickly braced her hands on the wall, her face very close to a burning torch.

"Fuck this, I almost got myself burned while thinking about that monster," She frowned, her mind going back to Cassius and the slave’s position before she left the room.

They must be skin deep into each other by now.

For some reason, anger overtook her; she stared at the burning flame as her mind played different scenarios of what Cassius would be doing with a slave at that moment, and suddenly, the flames grew, getting brighter, increasing in size and flickering.

Something in Rose awoke; she felt a connection to the growing flame; a vengeful feeling overtook her, and she wished the flame would burn down the whole castle; that way, Cassius and his useless lover would burn to ashes.

The flames heard her silent wish and slowly started to increase and spread, burning the handle of the torch.

Rose smiled, watching with satisfaction as the flames ate up the fine wooden handle in speed.

"Ah," She gasped quietly as she felt a hand on her shoulder, an instant feeling of deep relief washed over her, causing her to stagger a little and blink.

"Easy, Rose. Your emotions and power are surfacing for the wrong reason," She heard Felonious’ voice behind her.

Rose slowly turned, "What happened?" She felt disoriented for a while.

"You will meet me in my lair tomorrow, I have a few things to tell you about your powers. I advise you to tame down your emotions; if you can’t bear it, tell him how you feel; it would be much easier for both of you." Felonious advised.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Rose frowned.

Felonious nodded, "I know. For now, go wait for him in his chamber, he asked for you," He informed and walked away.

"Asked for me?" Rose furrowed her brows.

’Was he done with his slave and wanted to try someone else?’

She stood there and looked back and forth, she didn’t want to go up to his room and wait for him to come and touch her with the same hands he used to touch another woman.

However, if she didn’t go, she’d make him angry, and an angry Cassius was something no one would wish for. For some reason, she didn’t want an angry Cassius, not because it scared her, but because she unconsciously longed for something she couldn’t mention.