Mark (1)
“Let… let go! Here, what are you… Hngh!”
Vlad slightly bit Lily’s lower lip before moving away. Blood rushed to her lips. She twisted her body and pushed him away, but, of course, he didn’t budge.
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist. It’d been a long time indeed since he didn’t listen to her. No, actually, it was the first time.
The more he didn’t respond, the more absurd it became. The more she moaned, the more she pushed his arm back. Her cheeks blushed and she stopped her resistance.
His red eyes were staring only at Marius. A roar through the stone-heap silence rang out like an auditory hallucination. It was what Vlad showed Marius. Whose was she? Now he was like a male beast holding his mate in his arms.
Horror crept up her spine. Had he ever had such an obsessive attitude? Even for the first time, there was no sense of incongruity. As if that was the real intention. The black and dreadful possessiveness he had always hidden came to flow through the cracks.
Vlad, who had been glaring at Marius, turned his head towards her. He hugged her.
“Ah!”
Her vision shifted with each blink because of how fast he was moving. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was in the treatment room.
Entering through the broken wall, he approached the corner of the room and kicked the door open. The hinges screamed and the wooden door bounced. He kicked the door shut again.
Lily quickly got down on the bed in the center of the room. She was pale, and she didn’t know where this place was until she sat on the wide bed. It was an operating room.
All sorts of surgical instruments cast from black iron hung on the wall. The bed on which she was slumped was of a normal shape, but the restraints that held the patient in place from all four corners of her. It was as if they had entered a torture chamber.
She crouched as he approached her and she looked at him. It was clear what he wanted. Having marked her, it was time to have her entirely.
“I… don’t like it. Now is…”
“You don’t like it.” The sharp eyes that embraced the blood-red eyes twitched. He came closer to her and leaned his upper body very slowly, placing his arms on the bed.
A dangerous predator with eyes brimming with passion like lava. Even the slightest signal from her seemed to make him devour her.
He continued in a low-pitched voice, “Do you hate revealing that you are mine?”
“It’s not like that…”
Lily couldn’t find an answer to the twisted question. He was unfamiliar. He seemed more coercive than in the days when she didn’t know his face. She wrapped her arms around her knees and shook slightly.
He placed his fingertips on the bed and slowly dragged her towards his feet. His large hands gripped her slender ankles and her thighs stiffened.
Perhaps an instinctive warning light had gone wrong, the more he acted that way, the more a strange tension tightened inside. The tip of her toes reflexively curled at his approaching body.
Just in those eyes, the heat that was sleeping in her lower abdomen seemed to wriggle at will. Soon she swallowed her dry saliva.
“T-they will hear a sound….”
“They can’t hear it.”
“If they come to see me,”
“I will know first.”
“But now… ah!”
Finally, he grabbed one of her legs and lifted her up, causing Lily to lay flat on the bed. He pushed up her dress, revealing her white legs in the air. It was a hot day, so instead of stockings, all she had was silk socks that covered up to her ankles.
“Vlad, wait a minute… hm…!”
He draped her legs over his shoulders and pulled her socks down to her insteps with his fingertips. Then he turned his head and kissed the rounded ankle bone. The soft and hot touch reflexively made her ass tighten. He licked her sensitive skin.
“Please, stop. Ah,” At his strange touch, she desperately grabbed her dress and turned her head away, covering her underwear. “You are all injured. I mean, I’m worried. The place where the knife was stabbed and your hand….” Lily closed her eyes tightly and whispered in tears. “And now, I-I’m scared.”
“…”
He lifted his lips and paused. Like a doll that had been wound up. It seemed that the vitality of his body leaked out. It was as if someone had slapped him in the back of the head with a blunt object.
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