The Blood Contract
Chapter 53: You’re disgusting

Chapter 53: You’re disgusting

Serena instantly became uncomfortable, her skin prickling with awareness.

Looking away from the two of them, she fixed her gaze on the ceiling, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, hoping it would distract her while promising herself to make Lucian pay for this humiliation, the vow burning in her chest.

But nothing prepared her for when he barked, "On your knees," the command slicing through the air.

The command not only made her shiver, but also aroused an intense curiosity within her.

Serena told herself not to look, her nails digging into her palms. She told herself to keep staring at her reflection or, better still, shut her eyes. But no. His voice and the command woke her curiosity, giving her no peace until she moved her eyes in their direction, against her better judgment.

And when she did, another war started within her. Should she look away? Should she not? Should she scream at him to stop the nonsense he was about to do right in her presence? The conflict raged inside her, making her breath come faster.

Lucian was on his feet, completely clothed, the picture of control, while Mitchell was down on her knees, completely bare, having tied her hair into a ponytail. Her hands were already working on his slacks to undo the zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the tense silence.

Serena shifted her gaze to Lucian’s face, who paid no attention to what Mitchell was doing. Instead, his gaze was fixed on her, watching her reactions like a predator studying its prey. The look on her face held venom—thick, undiluted venom that suggested she would kill him right there if she could, her eyes blazing with promised retribution.

And that look brought him satisfaction. Or did it?

He wanted to punish her for boldly telling him she would not leave his room, even insisting on it after he had asked her to leave. But why did he suddenly hate that pained look in her eyes, the way they shimmered with something dangerously close to betrayal?

She would only watch. That wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, it would be a huge turn-on for them—only she wouldn’t get relief, while he would, which he considered the perfect punishment, a lesson for her disobedience.

But that look in her eyes was hitting a part of him he didn’t want it to reach. And the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it—couldn’t turn it off—was the most frustrating part of it all, making his jaw clench.

His pants dropped, and Mitchell was about to pull down his undershorts when he grabbed her hand, his jaw grinding, his body tensing as if fighting some internal battle.

Pulling up his pants, he stepped away from her, moving toward the closet. Each step he took was deliberate, calculated, like he was preparing for something far more intense. His hand reached for a black mask hanging in the corner of the closet, the material smooth and cool under his fingers.

Grabbing it, he walked back to the bed with measured strides, his shadow casting a long, dark silhouette over Serena as he loomed over her.

"What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" Serena protested, her voice trembling with panic as she instinctively tried to jerk away from him. But he paid no attention to her cries, his grip unwavering.

With a cold precision, he secured the mask over her eyes, the fabric tightening around her head. The world around her went completely dark, the light vanishing in an instant as the mask smothered her vision. The overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over her, her breath quickening as she was plunged into a suffocating void.

With her sight blocked, Serena had only her ears to rely on—and just like the last time, her ability kicked in, heightening her hearing exactly when she needed it, making every sound unbearably crisp.

It started with the faintest but unmistakable sound of a moist, enclosed space rubbing against something, the wet slide making her stomach clench. Already knowing Mitchell was on her knees, Serena didn’t need to guess what was happening. She was blindfolded, but her imagination was wide awake, painting vivid pictures in her mind, images she couldn’t escape.

Then came the soft, almost inaudible sighs from Lucian that sent her mind spiraling and her body clenching as heat slowly crawled through her, unwanted but undeniable.

She hated him in that moment, every fiber of her being burning with the desire to lash out, to punch him in the face and make him pay dearly for what he was doing to her. The humiliation of it, the control he wielded over her, gnawed at her with each passing second.

But her body, betraying her at the worst possible moment, refused to cooperate. The traitorous warmth pooling between her thighs sent a flush of shame through her, making her grit her teeth in frustration. She couldn’t understand why it was happening—why her body responded this way when every part of her wanted to resist.

"You are disgusting, Lucian," she uttered after a long while, her voice barely above a whisper.

Despite the softness, Lucian heard every word clearly, the weight of her contempt piercing the air. The words trembled with suppressed rage, as if she was fighting to hold herself back from saying more, from unleashing the fury building inside her.

One side of his lips lifted in a smirk, though it lacked its usual edge. "I know, Serena. I know I am. That’s why everyone keeps trying to keep you away from me. I also don’t want to bring you into this, but you are too stubborn to listen," he answered, his voice oddly heavy as he grabbed a sealed sachet from the stool beside him, the crinkle of plastic loud in the charged air.

The sound of something ripping was the last thing Serena heard before Mitchell’s loud moans filled the room, the noise echoing in her ears, inescapable and damning.