Mated To The Dead Prince
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Rose walked inside Cassius’ empty room, her heart aching as she realized that she was a second option.

There she was, waiting on a man, who was busy pleasing himself with another woman, as if she had nothing better to do with her time.

She frowned and walked over to his draped window, sliding between the curtains and the windows.

As she stared out of the glass windows and onto the dark sky, she recalled what Felonious had told her.

"My emotions and power are surfacing for the wrong reasons," She muttered.

She understood the emotional part, but the power aspect? She needed more explanation, and she couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, so she could meet Felonious for more details about his words.

Rose smiled, ’Was this really my turning Chapter? Where I realize I have powers that supersede the vampires? Am I going to become the unknown? The feared?’ She smiled wider.

She couldn’t wait to become a force to be reckoned with; the first people she would destroy would be Scarlet and... Cassius.

She frowned.

Why was the thought of hurting him suddenly a reluctant one? She was supposed to crave it; he had made her suffer and subjected her to unthinkable humiliation, yet she was feeling reluctant to hurt him.

’Till then.’ She sighed.

"What are you doing behind the curtains?" Cassius’ silky voice asked behind her.

Rose froze; she wasn’t expecting him to be here so quickly, wasn’t he supposed to be busy with his elven slave?

She felt the curtains being drawn open, exposing her back to him.

She bit her lips and quickly arranged her facial features before she slowly turned to look at him.

He looked calm, unbothered.

That isn’t a way someone who has just finished a strenuous activity should look.

"I asked a question, Rose, what are you doing behind the curtain?" Cassius asked again, taking in Rose’s confused state.

He sensed her inner battle and tried to tap into her mind as usual but couldn’t.

That was a first.

However, without reading her mind, he knew she wasn’t happy, the little frown on her face said it all.

Rose sighed, "I’m sorry, Master, I had wandered too far," She avoided his eyes.

She felt Cassius’ cold fingers under her jaw and knew that she couldn’t avoid his eyes forever. She slowly raised her face to look at him.

His eyes looked calm, almost peaceful, which wasn’t something she was familiar with.

"Why are you jealous?" Cassius questioned quietly.

Rose’s frown returned, bigger this time. She stared into Cassius’ green eyes and blinked slowly, "You’re mistaking, Master. I am not jealous, I dare not be jealous," She replied softly.

Cassius frowned now, stepping closer to Rose, "You gave her permission to touch me, Rose. If you didn’t want her to, you could have just said so," He whispered.

Rose licked her drying lips, "I am just but a sex slave, Master, what audacity would I have to make such decisions on your behalf, I’m not worthy of such -"

"Woman!" Cassius grabbed her cheeks, fuming, "Will you ever stop spewing nonsense?" He growled lowly.

Rose’s heart skipped a beat, beating unrhythmically. Why did he suddenly flip on her?

"I am only saying the truth, Master," She said.

His face leaned in, "Do you really not care if I have other women?" He whispered close to her face.

Rose smiled, "I give zero fucks, Cassius - argh!" She grunted as Cassius pressed hard on her cheeks.

"Watch your mouth, little human, don’t forget your place," He warned her.

Rose chuckled, "That’s exactly what I’m saying, Master; I know my place, and that is why jealousy and care aren’t allowed, they’re forbidden, Master, don’t you understand? It’s none of my business, really." She whispered.

Cassius scowled and pushed Rose back, her side jamming to the wall, "Ouch!" She bit her lips in pain as she felt a little sting on the side of her waist.

She looked down at her waist and saw a small trickle of blood running down her side and disappearing in the red gown. She got scared that Cornelia would be angry if she soiled the lovely dress she had given her for the ceremony.

Cassius scented her blood and sniffed in, closing his eyes to savor the sweet scent; he slowly opened his eyes and saw Rose looking at her wound; his eyes landed on the source of blood; two things happened: he got thirsty and horny.

His eyes glowed as he strode toward her, and his nostrils flared as the sweetest scent of blood he’d ever scented wafted into his nostrils.

"No, no, you can’t touch it... it’ll hurt you," Rose gasped and held Cassius’ hand that was about to touch her blood.

She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were now red, he was hungry and horny.

She felt disgusted that he still wanted her after he had just wrestled the sheets with another woman.

Cassius locked his gaze on her and held her hand, "Come." He said and led her into his bathroom.

He paused in front of his mirror and stood behind Rose, his glowing eyes watching her through the mirror.

"Take off your dress," He whispered his order.

Rose bit her lips and obeyed, it wasn’t wise to be stubborn when his eyes were glowing.

She easily pulled the slim hands of her dress down and allowed the dress to fall off her body. "Oh," She gasped as Cassius immediately wrapped his arm around her and drew her to his front, burying his nose in her neck.

"You smell so sweet, Rose... heavenly." He licked her neck.

Rose bit her tongue; she didn’t want to enjoy what Cassius was doing to her, he had done the same thing to the Elven slave a few minutes ago.

"You’re my slave, Rose; you shouldn’t like it when I put my hands on someone else, or when another woman lays their filthy hands on me," he traced his hand down her belly and down between her legs.

Rose released a soft moan when his finger found her clit, her eyes locked on his glowing ones in the mirror; it was the first time she was looking into his eyes as he pleasured her, but she didn’t dwell on it because she knew he’d lead her away from the mirror and take her from behind as usual, she wasn’t worthy of seeing his face as he pleasured himself with her.

She bit her lips and forced her brain to reply to what he had said to her, however, a moan slipped through her lips instead of words.

She suddenly held his hand that was moving between her legs and removed it, slowly turning to face him.

"Are you denying your master?" Cassius hissed.

Rose smiled, her hands lifting to caress his face, "Somehow, you don’t scare me anymore; I know you can kill me if you wanted, still, it doesn’t scare me. I know you’re not going to kill me, at least not now, you’ve not had your full of me; maybe, the day you finally drink my blood will be the day you kill me because you will have no use of me anymore," She said in a soft voice as her hand traced his face.

"You talk too much, little human," Cassius breathed close to her face, his smooth forehead creasing with a little frown. A part of him felt a strange ease because Rose said that he didn’t fear him anymore.

’Didn’t I want her to fear me?’

"You’re contradicting, Cassius. You call me your slave yet you expect me to get jealous over you..." She started to unbutton his shirt, trying not to recall that the elven slave had done the same.

"Do you love me? Do you want to mate me? Only in that condition can I get jealous over you, Master, if not, I dare not," She finished unbuttoning it and pushed it off his arms.

Cassius shut his eyes for a long time as he felt Rose pushing down his pants. He forced his hunger to go away, he wouldn’t want to hurt her like the last time.

He slowly opened his eyes, which were now normal, and surprisingly lifted Rose off the floor, wrapping her legs around him, "Would you let me, then?" His voice was gruff and low.

Rose paused, still trying to understand why Cassius was carrying her in that position, "Let you?" She asked.

Cassius stared at her face and slowly carried her to the shower, "Will you let me mark you? Love you?" He asked softly.

He hissed when his hand touched her small wound, his skin burning slightly but he didn’t drop her. He turned on the shower, standing under it with Rose in his arms.

Rose closed her eyes as the water poured down on her. She tried to get down but his hand tightened around her, "Answer my question, Rose," He demanded.

Rose bit her lips, "Mark me? Love me?" She chuckled and stared into his eyes, "Don’t mock me, Master, those things are impossible between us," She removed her face from him.

Cassius frowned, "Why, Rose? Look at me," he ordered.

Rose sighed, "I hate you..." She stated, "You hate me." Her eyes were determined as she answered him.

"Am I wrong, Master?" She whispered.

Cassius clenched his jaws; his anger threatened to break free, but he held it in, silently wondering why her words got to him; she was telling the truth after all.

"Your wound is healed," He said and slowly lowered her to the floor.

Rose blinked and realized that it was true, she gasped and touched her waist, "It’s true, how?" She questioned.

"The water. It comes from a special fountain that helps heal me if I’m physically unable to heal," He sounded a little vulnerable.

Rose paused; she couldn’t imagine the mighty vampire king unable to heal himself, "Have you ever been that badly injured?" She asked, raising her hand to his face but he stepped away from her.

"Shower." He said and walked away from her, leaving the bathroom.

Rose stood there, confused.

She had thought he had brought her in here to have sex with her, she didn’t know he was only trying to heal her wound.

’Why was he acting strange?’ She thought as the water kept pouring over her head and trailing down her body.