The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 64: The Devil’s Acquaintance

Chapter 64: The Devil’s Acquaintance

Rama’s hand holding the brush froze on his head, while she processed his words into her head.

"You’re acquainted with the devil? Have you seen him? How do you know him?" She blabbed hysterically with enlarged eyes as she was struck with incredulity.

She had thought earlier the devil was only a nickname used as a referral for a very dangerous vampire, but her eyes dilated even more when she remembered the witch referring to him as Draco’s father.

She gasped as the brush subconsciously fell off her hand, when she unraveled a puzzle of the mystery around his enigmatic nature and existence, although she still wasn’t quite sure whether he was being sarcastic or serious.

"You ask so many questions." He murmured dryly in response, unfazed by the shocked state she was in.

"You haven’t brushed my hair, it looks messy." Draco voiced out in a neutral tone, when he noticed her unmoving state.

She composed herself as she frantically squatted down to the floor and with a slightly shaky hand, she picked up the brush from the floor and ran it on his hair, while she pondered.

She brushed his hair in silence, every silky dark strand was in place, before she stopped and let it cascade down his back and over his shoulders, she placed the brush on the table, as her thoughts strayed in different directions.

Her instincts had been ringing the possibility of Draco being the devil’s son in her head, but she chose to doubt it, as it seemed incredulous even to her.

"A-Are you the devil’s son?" She blurted out with twisted brows unable to keep her burning curiosity in. Her face was etched with curiosity as she waited in suspense, with bated breath for his reply, to finally satisfy her curiosity.

Every second intensified with unnerving tension and at that moment, time seemed to move slower at a snail’s gait and she froze in position, with eagerness to hear his baritone, husky voice sate the air.

He sure took his time, the smug bastard, she thought inwardly as her eyes rolled, but still her impatience couldn’t hide the anticipation on her face.

The screeching sound of the chair against the marble floor made her shift her feet backward, as Draco stood abruptly from it. He veered around to face her and she subconsciously held her breath, hoping she didn’t irk him with her intrusive questions.

But when she observed him, there was no sign of anger or irritation on his face, but it didn’t mean anything good as there was no mischievous smirk hanging on his red lips either, his face was blank, almost tired.

She realized she had never seen him tired, but his eyelids were half closed, almost drooping, but in the next moment, they opened up properly and she saw his red eyes flash with an unfathomable glint, as he leaned toward her, lips slightly parted for words to spew out from.

It felt as if his cells were immediately revitalized and he no longer appeared tired, which made Rama wonder if he was playing mind games with her, but at that moment, she focused solely on the words that were about to erupt from his lips.

"The feisty princess has her head too high in the clouds now, or has she finally gone delulu." He paused, watching her confused facial reaction with keen interest.

"Next, you’ll ask Damien if he’s Angel Michael’s son, hm?" Draco drawled rhetorically in a mock filled tone, as a sinister grin tore through his lips.

Rama stood frozen, mortification and disarray washing down on her entire being, with every word leaving his lips. His face didn’t give out even the tiniest whiff of uncertainty or hesitation, which meant she was blatantly wrong about him being the devil’s son.

But the witch had called him the devil’s son, had she not?

"She calls me that, only because we’re similar and don’t ask for an explanation, I’m the only one with the right to question here, so you keep your mouth shut." His intonation was as cold as a frozen lake, his crimson red eyes piercing darkly into hers as he spoke.

She pressed her lips in a straight line of opposition, but no words of opposition flowed from her lips, instead, she shot him a subtle glare beneath her lashes.

"Have you eaten yet?" He queried as he stood straight with a tepid countenance.

She gaped at him with fluttered lashes as her brain tried to process what he said. Why on earth was he asking if she had eaten? Particularly, why did he even care?

"If you’re malnourished, the blood won’t taste nice." So technically, he didn’t care.

He said in a clipped tone as he moved toward the window, even though the curtains were drawn together, he stared at it.

"N.."

She was about to speak, but her stomach beat her to it as her bowels rumbled unnervingly, giving him his answer.

"Ring the maids." He ordered without turning around as he stood fixed in the same position, staring blankly into the velvet curtains.

She stood around for a second, wondering where the bells were, as he was obviously telling her to ring the maids for food.

"Middle bell for a meal." He added, while she continued searching for the bells to ring them.

She heard a loud sigh of exasperation, more like irritation leave his lips as he veered around to face her. He whipped his head firmly to the bedside and she followed his gaze, only to meet three strings by the bedside, running down on the wall.

Ahh, there they are. How could she have missed them? She pondered quietly as she walked meekly toward the string, while she felt his piercing gaze on her.

He watched her with his unwavering predator gaze as she rang the middle bell, but no sound was emitted as the strings were connected to the bell in the servants quarter.

He wasn’t feeling hungry, but drinking blood would make him feel more energized. Although he could easily heal with the aid of his demonic powers, than go through the pain he was in, rather he didn’t, as he was keeping the lethal demon within him tamed.

Even though he seemed fine on the outside and composed, on the inside his veins scorched with a fiery flame as the poison coursed through them, it felt as if his skin was been pricked with a thousand daggers.

He felt like devouring whoever and whatever was in his presence, but he strengthened his resolve to behave. He wanted to devour her, which would in the process, reveal his tamed bestial side, yet he wondered why he was controlling himself not to.

A maid walked in with a tray of food and silently placed it down on the table, with lowered head before leaving them in silence.

She moved toward the food and chugged everything down greedily, he wondered why she didn’t use the bells before, even when he had made it clear he was feeding from her and given her permission to eat whenever she wanted to.

He didn’t care about her health, but the more healthy one was, the richer the taste of their blood.

"Time for my meal." He said immediately she was done with hers. Impatience coated his tone as he craved to devour her. He shook his head as the thought of devouring her crossed his mind. He was to feed from her, not devour her, his subconscious mind warned, but then his face darkened.

Why couldn’t he devour her if he wanted? He never had to hold back for anyone, so what made her any different? She was his enemy and captive, nothing else, he reminded himself as he glowered at her.

The poison streaming into his blood not only weakened his physical stability, but also his mental strength, thereby provoking his demons to take advantage of his vulnerable state. They were untamed, lethal, and desirous.

He watched her with a lazy gaze as she moved toward him, eyes squinting in curiosity as usual whenever she observed an alteration in his mood or aura and at that moment, she noticed his predatory aura had darkened, his red eyes narrowed to a dark slit as it peered at her and his jaws were clenching hard as if he was having an inner battle.

She hesitated in her footsteps as she approached him, but before he could think, his feet were sliding through the floor toward her. He grasped both her arms in his before slamming her back against the wall.

Her terrified stricken face only an inch away from his stared back at him in shock as he attacked her. Her jade doe eyes were staring into his as if trying to decipher what was going through his mind.

His gaze lowered to her lips, and he felt the urge to slam his against hers, his beastly side wanted to devour her whole. His gaze lowered to her neck and then her chest.

Her chest was heaving heavily, he could hear the hard throbbing of her heart against her ribcage and her breath came in shaky huffs.

He could feel his fangs elongating, they itched to dig into her skin and at the same time, devour her lips.

His face abruptly leaned forward, toward her neck and his fangs dug into her skin, he pushed it deeper to pierce into her veins and he heard a whimper leave her lips.

He retracted his fangs from her skin as her warm blood coated his tongue, his red eyes sparkled like crimson diamonds with a dangerous untamed glint.

His warm tongue suddenly licked on the trail of blood on her skin and he heard her breath shudder.

She groaned as she tried to push him off her, but he didn’t move an inch, as his grip on her arm tightened, pressing his hard body into hers as he trapped her beneath himself and the wall.

He licked and sucked on her golden skin, while inhaling her rosy scent that stirred his demons, provoking them even more.

She struggled beneath him in opposition to what he was doing to her, but the weird tingling sensation he emitted in her body made her feel unnerved as she felt her knees go weak.

She knew there was something wrong with him, but she wondered if it was his bloodthirsty hunger or the poison?

He suddenly pulled his lips from her skin and before she could recover from his erratic behavior, he slammed his lips on hers, but it was different from the one he gave her in the cave, rather than it filled with bitterness, it was filled with wild salacious hunger.

He sucked on her lips roughly as he stroked his lips against hers firmly, while she struggled to break free from his hold, but it was as strong as steel and in addition, he made her legs wobble weakly underneath her skirt.

As much as she wanted to be in denial, she felt a pool of hotness in her lower abdomen as her skin sparked with an electrifying sensation. His spicy scent intoxicated her brain and it didn’t help he tasted like a forbidden fruit, so compelling, yet he was forbidden.

He suddenly pried her lips open with his warm tongue pushing into her mouth as he tasted the inside of her warm mouth, she wanted to oppose, but immediately his tongue pushed into her mouth, her brain turned mush and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She hadn’t recovered from what he was doing before she felt his grip in the front of her dress and before she could process what had transpired, the ripping of fabric was heard, and before she could oppose to his barbaric act, she felt him grope her naked breasts, as he massaged it firmly while his lips were still locked on hers like a magnet.

He fondled her breast skillfully and she felt whatever dignity she had left break like a twig when she responded to his kisses and touch as she arched her back.

Oh no! She screamed inwardly as a moan subconsciously rolled off her lips.