Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Not only has the man offered to serve her tonight, his hands were already on his buttons as if he was going to take his shirt. "And what are you doing?" she added as she took a step back, stunned by his strange actions.

"I am showing you that I am worth the money you have spent." What a narcissist! So he thought that sleeping with him with so many gold coins or just looking at his body would do!

What kind of a pervert did he think she was!

"Tsk! Do you think you have a better body than my husband that I lust over you?" she asked as she crossed her hands in front of her chest and looked at him with disdain,

With a slightly tanned body and brown hair, he could be the dream man of any girl who likes abs. The man was muscular, young, yet rugged and the small scars on his back only added to his masculinity.

His green eyes were so deep as if he could look into your deep dark desires. She was sure that woman would swoon over his face or body but she was not one of them.

Taken aback by her sudden reply, the confidence in his eyes cracked, though he had a strong body and exceptional features, he could not compare to the pale and glistening skin of Rafael who had a lean figure and long legs.

His inverted V shape body and his long hair that he tied in a ponytail give him a bad boy vibe that could make women weak on their knees.

Not to forget that sensual smile he gives after licking the blood from his fangs. Though Hazel found it ominous, she had seen how women react to it.

"Since you know that my husband is far better than you. Why do I look for you when it comes to my needs!" tsk! Hazel what nonsense are you spouting!

But she didn't like the way he always presented himself to her as if sleeping with him was a great achievement.

She needed to teach him a lesson that he would never even think about.

"Since you've realized your worth now. Think again, do you have anything better to offer?" with a cold voice and fierce look in her eyes she looked down at him with eyes full of disdain.

"My fighting skills?" so, the man knew that he had other things to offer except his body.

"Hmm, but you have already refused to teach me. Isn't it?" the man quivered as his eyes filled with guilt.

"I didn't mean it like that, my lady. It would only be my honor if I get a chance to teach the lady." she raised a brow at his complete change in behavior.

That day he was looking at her with suspicion and vigilance as if she was his enemy and now.. He was looking at her like an abandoned kitten who was afraid that his master would leave him again.

What a drama!

"Then show me! Stand up and take out your sword. I want to see your worth now.``He had behaved the same way when they met in that small waiting room.

What if his expression changed once he would take out his sword again.

"But mistress, I heard that you were sick!" his voice trembled as if he was too worried about her.

As if he had felt the pain when she was not there.

"Are you trying to make excuses again?" Hazel's eyes were full of impatience and the man knew that if he denied one more time, he would lose his position completely.

Lowering his head, he took out two wooden swords earning a chuckle from her.

"So you have come prepared and are only testing my patience. Huh?" his hands on the sword tightened, he wanted to tell that he had not come here prepared today but from that day, he was keeping two swords with himself, thinking that he might get a chance to meet her again.

That day he was too suspicious that he forgot that she was the only mistress who was giving him a choice.

A choice to choose whether he wanted to do things or not. Not only that she had come forward when he was not being treated well.

How many of the masters care about the well being of their slaves like that!

From that day he was waiting for her and seeking for her but she did not come.

That made him think, had she given up her hopes on him.

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth and his insecurities increased.

That night when everyone was asleep, he ran from there. It was easy for him but he did not know where to look for her.

After strolling for long, he heard a few maids talking about how she was injured and sleeping for days.

Since then he was waiting for her here and did not return.

Though he knew that he would be punished severely, he didn't want to lose her favor as it would be worse in the long run if she stopped looking for him.

"I know that I was wrong that day. I have forgotten about my position. I apologize again and again for that, my lady. Please forgive me." she could see the sincerity in his eyes and more than that she could not understand.

"Then, show me that your actions are worth it." she added as she took one sword from him and a wave of relief passed over his face.

To his surprise, she had held the sword perfectly in her hands as if she had done it many times before, but he was sure she was not able to do it that day.

How had she changed so much in such a short period of time?

"Mistress, have you learnt sword wielding from someone else too?"