The next day, the maid's heart pounded as she prepared to serve Azurel. She knew she had to face him, but this time, she was determined to stand her ground. She entered the room with her head held high, her fear barely contained.
Azurel grabbed her as usual, his grip rough and possessive. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneered.
For the first time, she didn't cower. "You have no power over me," she said boldly. "Ilyas won't let you take me to France."
Azurel's eyes widened in shock at her defiance. "What did you say?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
She straightened her spine, looking him directly in the eyes. "Ilyas won't let you take me," she repeated. Then, with a flick of her head, she walked away, leaving him stunned.
Azurel, seething with anger, dragged her to Ilyas's chambers. He stormed in, his eyes blazing. "Is it true?" he barked. "You won't let me take her?"
Ilyas looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "Yes, it's true," he said calmly. "You can't take her."
The maid stood there, trembling, feeling the weight of their gazes. She was scared, embarrassed, and acutely aware of the bite mark on her neck. She looked away, her face flushing with a mix of fear and shame.
Azurel's eyes narrowed as he noticed the mark. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her neck to the side to examine it. "You did this," he hissed at Ilyas, his voice dripping with rage.
Ilyas's eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "And what if I did?" he replied coolly. "She's mine now."
Enraged, Azurel leaned in and bit the maid's neck harshly, right next to Ilyas's mark. She gasped in pain, her body trembling as she struggled to keep her composure. She felt trapped between the two men, their possessive lust radiating off them.
Ilyas stood up, his eyes darkening. "Enough, Azurel," he said, his voice a low growl. "You won't touch her again."
The maid felt a surge of fear and confusion, her heart pounding as she stood between them. She had set this chain of events in motion, and now she had to deal with the consequences. Ilyas's eyes softened slightly as he looked at her, seeing her fear and hesitation.
"You started this," he said quietly, stepping closer to her. "And now we will finish it."
Her breath hitched as she felt his hand gently touch her neck, tracing the marks both men had left on her. She was acutely aware of Azurel's furious gaze, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward Ilyas. She had succeeded in gaining his protection, but at what cost?
Ilyas's eyes never left hers as he addressed Azurel. "She's under my protection now. If you lay a hand on her again, you'll answer to me."
Azurel's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger, but he knew better than to challenge Ilyas directly. He released the maid with a final glare and stormed out of the room.
The maid stood there, her body trembling with a mix of relief and fear. Ilyas gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're safe now," he murmured, his voice softening. "But you must be careful. This isn't over."
She nodded, her throat tight with emotion. She had managed to secure his protection, but she knew she was walking a dangerous path.
suddenly Ilyas spun the maid around, "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Stop being naive," Ilyas growled. "You wanted me, now you have me."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "I wasn't ready," she cried. "I didn't want this. I just want to live freely."
She tried to push him away, but he was relentless. He kissed her, muffling her protests. His hands squeezed her waist painfully, then moved to her breasts and butt, his nails digging into her skin.
"Stop," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a heat she couldn't control. She felt confused, wanting Ilyas yet feeling afraid.
Mustering all her strength, she pushed him away and ran.
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