The next day, the maid was diligently at work, her hands busy with her tasks, when a chill ran down her spine. She felt someone’s presence closing in. Glancing around nervously, she noticed no one else was nearby. That’s when Ilyas appeared behind her, his tall figure looming over her like a shadow.
Without warning, his large hand gripped her waist, yanking her backward into him. His body pressed tightly against hers, the hard planes of his chest pinning her small frame in place. She gasped, freezing in shock as he leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, inhaling her scent.
“What... what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling, eyes wide in horror.
“Just a little taste,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinister amusement. One of his hands slid up her body, roughly cupping her breast, squeezing it possessively. She flinched at his touch, her face paling as his fingers dug into her softness.
Before she could utter another word, his teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck. She gasped in pain, feeling the sharp bite shoot through her nerves. His hand roamed lower, creeping down her belly, inching toward the heat between her legs. Just as his fingers brushed over her, she clenched her thighs, trying to block him.
He growled low in his throat, frustrated by her resistance. "Playing hard to get, are we?" His tone was laced with mockery, even as his hands reluctantly pulled away. He left her there, trembling, her mind spinning with fear.
She was terrified, realizing the heavy price of seducing him, even unintentionally. Her neck throbbed painfully where he’d bitten her, and she knew that mark would linger—a reminder of his touch. Her waist ached, certain there'd be bruises left behind.
Hours passed, but the dread in her chest hadn’t faded. She was still shaken when suddenly, Azurel cornered her as she worked, his movements swift and unyielding. He slammed her into the wall, her face and chest pressed hard against the cold surface. She whimpered in fear, her hands splayed uselessly in front of her.
Azurel continued to torment her, his hands roaming lower to squeeze her butt, his nails digging into her flesh. She gasped, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire.
Her thoughts were a chaotic mess. She had sought Ilyas's protection, but now she was caught between the two men, each claiming her in their own way.
"Please let me go," she begged, her voice breaking as she tried to turn her head to look at him.
"Shut up," he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. His hand gripped her hip roughly, squeezing with a possessive touch as he let his gaze trail over her exposed neck.
His eyes narrowed with a hint of vicious delight when he noticed the fresh mark left by Ilyas. "Ah, I see someone’s already had a taste of you," he said, mocking laughter in his voice. "How pathetic."
He didn’t stop there. Azurel's fingers moved to her backside, tracing the curve of her body with a deliberate slowness that made her shiver.
He pressed his mouth to the very same spot Ilyas had bitten, sinking his teeth into the mark. His bite was harsher, filled with a possessiveness that made her cry out.
"Not there—please, it hurts!" she gasped, twisting helplessly under his hold, her voice strained with desperation.
Without another word, he released her, stepping back with a look of cold satisfaction. He watched her, trembling and broken, then turned and walked away.
She was left there, clutching her throbbing neck and aching waist, the sting of his words lingering just as much as the bruises he’d left behind.
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