The Blood Contract
Chapter 56: Remain hard forever

Chapter 56: Remain hard forever

A dark chuckle escaped from Lucian. "Relax. I only want to untie your hands. I’m not doing anything to you," he answered, then moved his hand to the ropes holding her hands captive.

He had already told her he wouldn’t touch her because of Marlowe. Seeing her reaction now, she obviously didn’t believe him. Not that he was expecting her to—or maybe he was.

"I’ve chased away my call girl because of you. You’ve hated her from the first day you heard her name, even before meeting her." His shoulders shook once more from a silent laughter. "And she is never coming back because she has breached our contract. Now, who is going to take care of my needs, huh? You owe me another call girl," he uttered, just at the same moment the ropes gave way and Serena’s hands became free.

Instead of a response from her, what he received was a blinding slap on his left cheek that got him stunned for a moment. He blinked, as the stinging after effects of the slap persisted on his skin for a while.

By the time he recovered from the shock, his gaze darkened as he pinned his eyes on her.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked in a dangerously low voice when he finally found his tongue.

But Serena didn’t care about how threatening his voice sounded or the dark expression that instantly clouded his features. All she cared about was the indignation running through her veins at that moment.

"What is was for? Of course I’ll answer that question since you seem not to be catching up very quickly. It was for what you just did to me," she answered without any iota of fear. "Did it hurt? She tilted her head, not in amusement, but in feigned wonder. "Surely not as much as your despicable act of forcing me to listen to your dirty moans for hours. Get off me, you disgusting pig!" She shot him a glare before pulling her legs out from beneath him and pushing him off her.

The moment she was free, she rolled to the edge of the bed, flinging her legs off and getting out of it. Finally on solid ground, her legs felt funny, her crotch area slippery from how wet she was. Still, she moved with determination, headed for the door.

But she didn’t reach her destination before she was pulled back by a strong hand, her back hitting the solid mass of muscles of his chest.

"You keep testing your luck with me," Lucian spoke in her ears, his voice a low growl. He had her back pressed firmly against his chest, his right hand wrapping around her waist in a solid grip. "Why are you blaming me for keeping you here? I asked you to leave, didn’t I? Why did you fucking insist on staying if you didn’t want any of this?" His voice was cold enough to cut through steel, but Serena didn’t seem to register the threat.

"You had the strength to drag me to the bed, but your brain couldn’t come up with a different way to solve the issue. Why didn’t you just push me outside instead?" Serena threw the question at him, telling herself to hold on to her anger to avoid what their position was glaringly suggesting.

"Push you outside so that you two will start chasing yourselves around the house like cat and mouse, screaming your lungs out? And maybe you end up injuring her and inviting unnecessary trouble to yourself? Was that what you wanted?" Lucian asked through gritted teeth.

Serena didn’t have any words to counter because that was exactly what she envisioned would have happened had he pushed her outside.

"You didn’t even afford me the courtesy of explaining what the problem was," Lucian continued, speaking so close to her ear that she could feel his warm breath kissing her skin. "You just barged into my room wielding a weapon and asking me to tell my guest to leave without any explanation whatsoever. And now you blame me for keeping you here? Is it because I didn’t make you watch?" he seethed.

"Let me go!" Serena shook her body, but he remained unyielding, not loosening his grip even for a second.

"Is that what you really want?" Lucian asked, his tone switching into one of resignation so fast he couldn’t believe it. "Tell me, Serena, do you really want me to let you go? Because it feels so right having you in my arms like this, and I don’t want to let go." He moved her hair to the left side of her neck and hovered his lips over the right side, which was now bare and fully exposed to him.

Serena shuddered, shutting her eyes. She wanted to leave, yet she wanted to stay right there. She wanted him to let her go, yet she didn’t want him to. He was right about one thing—it felt so right being in his arms. So sinfully so, she was ashamed to admit it. What was wrong with her?

"You know I will not stand by and watch anyone bully you or hurt you. I thought I already made that clear. You should have just told me what she did, and I will ensure she gets severely punished for it." Lucian continued speaking to her ears like a little devil whispering evil instructions to his latest captive.

"How will you punish her? By killing her?" Serena asked, the venom in her voice fading into thin air.

"I have my ways," Lucian uttered, grinding his growing boner against her soft behind. "Can you feel that? I just came a few minutes ago, and you’ve made me hard again."

Serena shuddered once more, feeling his hardness rub against the softness of her backside. This was too much. Why was he doing this? He was going to get her to break if he continued like this.

"Well, good then. I hope you remain hard forever," Serena blurted, steeling her heart, and Lucian froze.