The Blood Contract
Chapter 55: Burning with need

Chapter 55: Burning with need

"What are you doing?" Serena asked in panic, her widened eyes set on Lucian.

"I want to grant your wish," Lucian answered casually. "You wanted to kill her. You brought a weapon, remember? Oh, maybe I should use your weapon of choice." He spoke in a thoughtful manner, getting up from the bed and heading to the spot where the knife lay. He picked it up and approached Mitchell. He lowered himself to a squatting position, brandishing the knife before her trembling face. "If I heard you right, it was her tongue you wanted to cut, right? Or was it her face?"

"Stop it, Lucian. What is wrong with you?" Serena scolded, her heart beating wildly. She had only brought the knife to scare the lady, recalling how Lucian fired a gun at her guest, not to inflict any injury. The guy was beginning to take it too far.

"No one is allowed to bully you, get on your nerves, or make you mad on my watch. That pleasure is reserved for me alone. Anyone who do it would pay dearly for it," Lucian answered her question, turning around to face her so that she would know how serious he was.

Those words made her recall the first day they met, where she had been confused about why he was standing up for her when he had clearly said she wasn’t his type.

And even up till that moment, the confusion still persisted because, she still didn’t know why he did or was doing what he was doing for her.

However, that was not the right time to ask. There was a more pressing matter before them.

"Please, I’m sorry. It will never happen again," Mitchell pleaded, her voice breaking as she began to sob lightly. She knew who Lucian was. He may be sounding like he was joking but the guy was dead serious.

She shouldn’t have listened to that voice that told her to bully Serena. Now see where it had landed her.

"The only way I’ll let you off tonight, Mitchell, is if you can successfully appease my wife and get her to wholeheartedly forgive you," Lucian announced, and Mitchell didn’t hesitate before she crawled on her knees toward Serena, her teary eyes holding a plea for mercy.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Draven. It was so stupid of me to call you those demeaning names. Please forgive me. I promise it will never happen again," she apologized, emphasizing her point with her trembling palms, which were still clasped together in front of her.

When Serena only glared at her without saying anything, she broke down further. "Please, I beg of you to forgive me. I will do anything you want, but please forgive my foolishness."

"Fine. I forgive you," Serena finally said, relenting. She was no hard-hearted person, and the girl’s pleas were already reaching places she couldn’t ignore.

Mitchell couldn’t believe her ears. "Oh God... Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m grateful for your forgiveness," she spoke with evident relief in her tone.

"Just like that?" Lucian asked, dumbfounded. Did she just forgive somebody she wanted to kill a while ago just like that? Without any punishment whatsoever?

"You won’t tell her to clean your shoes with her tongue? Serve you as a maid for three days? Write a ten-page apology and read it out via a popular television channel?" he asked, as those were the most basic tasks he expected she would use as a punishment for Mitchell to earn her forgiveness.

"Why would I do all that?" Serena asked, scowling at him.

"Because she offended you to the point where you wanted to kill her sometime ago. Such an offense should not be forgiven like that. Make her pay for what she has done. Make her earn you forgiveness," Lucian explained hoping she would understand, but knowing she wouldn’t because of how she was looking at him even after everything he just said.

"I’m not you. I have forgiven her, that is all that matters. Just let her go," Serena declared in finality.

"You’re such a simple fellow," Lucian shook his head in resignation. "Too simple that I find it difficult to comprehend you." He moved his gaze to Mitchell. "Leave before I change my mind."

The moment he said that, Mitchell wasted no time. She picked her stuff and left the house at a half-run pace.

Left alone, Lucian returned to lay beside Serena on the bed, his head leaning toward her neck as he drew in a long breath.

Satisfied, he moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "You’re burning with need."

When those words reached Serena’s ears, she shut her eyes, wondering how he got to know that, because he was damn right—she was burning with need, her body screaming for relief.

Lucian moved away from her ears, laying down flat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She looked delectable, even though she was fully clothed in a T-shirt and knee-length shorts.

It amazed him how a woman could affect him so much without even trying. The woman laying beside him had no interest in him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about her.

"I could help you with that," Lucian finally spoke again, his gaze still pinned to her tied-up form. "But Marlowe made me promise not to touch you, and I don’t want to break that promise. You see, you are important to her, so she’s doing everything she can to keep you away from this beast. And the beast is trying his best not to disappoint her, because just like you, she is also very important to me."

He paused for a short while. Pushing himself up, he moved to untie her legs, one after the other. Once her two legs were free, he climbed on the bed and mounted her, his knees on each side of her hips.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Serena asked in panic, trying to wriggle herself away from him.