The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 129: An Eye For An Eye

Chapter 129: An Eye For An Eye

Scurrying into the dressing room, while his voice thundered behind as he called after her, she locked the door with ragged breath. Her heart ached when she heard the desperation and irritation in his voice, she wanted to give in and just forget everything else, but her ego and unforgiving spirit seemed to cloud her judgement.

If he could make her suffer, why couldn’t she? To her, it was just an eye for an eye, there was no burying the hatchet, at least not before she made him get a taste of his own bitter medicine. She had made a silent vow to get her revenge, a vow to her lost people, she could do that much for them, take revenge in theirs and her stead, after all he deserved it.

She comforted herself with the thought that she was doing the right thing as she clad herself in a simple yet not so simple dress. After all, she was only making him suffer for some time, sooner or later she knew her will to have her revenge wouldn’t be able to persist any longer to resist him, but at least not now, she wanted to see him go berserk for her.

Rubbing the towel against her wet hair, she let it fall down while she twirled in front of the mirror while staring at her reflection, clad in a beautiful dark neon dress, silver glitters scattered on the fabric like stardusts adorning the night skies. It had a low neckline, enough to expose enough cleavage that would provoke Draco, not that she had planned to, but she smiled sheepishly anyway.

She gasped in utter shock, as if she was immediately struck by lightning, two things immediately popped into her head as she rubbed her slender neck in a dazed state. Malika and the charmed amulet. Where were they?

Before she could think, she heard a vicious slam against the door, followed by a dark growl. Her heart jumped to her throat as the first thought that crossed her mind was that a wild animal had broken into their chambers, only then did she realise it was raging Draco when she heard his voice.

"Rama! Open the door!" His voice thundered like a rumbling cloud, making her jerk as she slid her feet back until her back was hitting the wall.

As she heard his voice, her fear intensified, at this point a wild animal would have been better.

Another slam followed and the door suddenly came crashing down, splinters of wood flying in the air as he broke the door down like nothing but a twig. Her eyes widened as she trembled in pertrification at how enraged he was.

She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, somewhere beneath his rage, she could feel it, the lack of limit he retained for her, she was his only weakness, his perfect flaw.

Her eyes widened when she saw him standing in front of her stark naked, his wet hair clung to his scalp, chest heaving heavily from anger, but still amidst her fear she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his masculine gloriousness.

As enraged as he was, she couldn’t help but drool as her gaze traveled lower from his taut chest to his abs, she didn’t want to go further but her intrusive thoughts betrayed her, her willpower crumbled like shattered glass.

Her eyes went lower and she almost went blind.

Between his long, athletic legs, a fiery dragon dangled as he moved, making her almost choke as she averted her gaze immediately, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She couldn’t blame him for walking in front of her naked, he could walk on the earth naked and she was sure no one would dare oppose to it, he was the embodiment of flawless perfection brewed with darkness. Why did evil have to be so alluring? Was this a test of faith and willpower? She pondered inwardly.

"No, but you sure did test me, Rama." His hard voice broke her out of her reverie, no doubt he was angry, but then she wondered why he was approaching her, naked.

"Can you please put on some clothes?" She said, her voice a tiny squeak, exposing her vulnerability to him.

"I’m gracing your eyes with this magnificent view, yet you ask for it to be concealed?" He queried with a sarcastic smirk hanging on his lips. The roaring flames in his smoldering eyes, dissipating slowly to be replaced by ego and mischief.

"You’re being barbaric. You tore down the door!" She exclaimed, trying as hard as possible to keep her gaze up, fixated on his face and not to trail lower.

"Barbaric? I’ve always being barbaric love, I’m no gentleman or prince charming, I’m your devil." He said neutrally.

"Right, I always forget that." She said dryly.

"One last thing Rama, don’t pull your tricks on me again, next time I won’t handle it as frivolously as I did now." He drawled, his voice a husky whisper with an underlying threat.

"You have the right to suffer as much as I did, so there will be a next time, you keep forgetting you married a feisty princess." She retorted with a daring look in her eyes, chin raised high with defiance because she was aware of how powerless he was towards her.

A dark scoff escaped his lips.

"You resist to make me suffer?" He stated, more than a query.

"Why do you sound so shocked, it’s anticipated. After all you made me go through hell, so why not return the favour? That’s what happens when you marry your enemy, an eye for an eye." She snapped, angry eyes staring back at him unwavering.

"No, that’s what happens when I marry a feisty princess, she’s bound to be dramatic and feisty, I’m not surprised in the least." He said with shrugged shoulders, his tone nonchalant.

"Well, you shouldn’t be since it’s expected." She scoffed with rolling eyes, he merely chuckled at her amusing behaviour.

Her anger intensified on how nonchalantly he handled her threats, well it wasn’t surprising seeing how easily she surrendered to his touch like a mindless puppet.

"Keep resisting love, the more you resist, the more my desire to devour your entire being grows." He said in a sultry, dark whisper, one that tingled her skin in a weird way. His voice echoed like hypnotizing poison in her ears.

Choked by the hot words resting on her lips, she rather kept tight-lipped, unable to form words, as he held her captive under his dark seductive words. She was sure she would splutter like an imbecile if she tried to speak back.

"You won’t be able to resist much longer anyway." He promised, his voice a floating distant whisper, as she saw him exit the dressing room, his firm broad shoulders moving with regal majesty until he disappeared out of her sight.

She let out a huge breath, letting her realize she had been holding it. She ran her fingers through her wet hair in exasperation, he might have won with his words for now, but she’d show him just how much she was determined to make him suffer, even if it was for a few weeks or days. Her will could last that long, right? She queried her inner goddess, but she became tight-lipped.

Standing around for a few minutes in the dressing room, she came out into the chambers only for his absence to create a strange void in her.

How on earth did she loathe and at the same time love this devil? It was a strange, yet not so strange feeling, it was simply inexplicably.

Her stomach rumbled loudly, how had she forgotten about her hunger? It was literally gnawing through her intestines as she had barely eaten anything last night, it was the bitter taste of guilt but right now she didn’t care about anything else but food.

Brushing her hair with rushed actions, she tied it in a bun, she didn’t care to call the maids to help, she was well aware they would take long hours dolling her up as she was the queen.

She exited the room, trudging through the hallways toward the dining hall, everyone who encountered her bowed, both humans and vampires, it wasn’t unanticipated, she was the queen and the devil’s son’s mate, but then she halted when she realized she had no idea where the dining hall was situated.

Asking a maid for directions, she proceeded toward the dining hall. As expected, there were mouth-watering delicacies seated in front of her, she couldn’t care less if she was eating alone as long as she had a full stomach, but then her mind ran to Malika.

She rang a bell for a servant and immediately asked about the whereabouts of Malika to summon her presence. The servant immediately left for the search, whether or not he knew, they would find her anyway since the queen had demanded her presence.

Heartily, she ate her food while she waited for Malika. In the middle of her breakfast, she heard the clinking of shoes against the marble floor. Elated, she whipped her head back only to see Draco approaching the dining table with a smug look on his face. She wondered where he had been.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t naked, rather he was clad in his usual black regal attire fit for the devil’s son. Naked or not, he looked ravishing.