Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

"What.. What are you talking about?" She held her clothes tightly in her hands with such force that it was difficult to decide whether she was trying to tear them away or holding them preciously.

"Why? What are you afraid of? That you will fall in love with me if we get any closer?" he asked in a mocking voice while his hands went to his coat that he took off and threw it on the side.

"Diana, she is my cousin. She is like family to me. Yet you are trying to show our relationship to her. If I did not know any better, I would have thought that you are jealous of her!" she was! But she would never admit it.

"I was only trying to show off my authority over you to her." she lied as she looked away. The hot water made her cheeks burnt.

The heat rising on her skin made her look redder and more enticing.

"Did it make any difference?" a soft chucked could be heard in the silent room as his hands started to work on his buttons.

Soon, the shirt joined the coat on the floor. Hazel could not understand if he was here to bath her or himself? He was the one who was dropping off clothes in such a sensuous manner.

If he could think so much, then she could also imagine that he was trying to seduce her. His smile was so devastatingly gorgeous that hazel felt smoke coming out of her mind that had lost its fuse.

His killing smile was like a cherry on the top with his nude upper chest. His rock hard abs took all her attention and she forgot all her protests. All she could see was the tensing of that taut muscles whenever he moved.

His body was so appetizing that she forgot all her worries and tiredness when she noticed him with that gorgeous look on his face.

As if reading all her dirty thoughts, he bent his hands and leaned on the corner of the bathtub as he chuckled while his eyes looked at her intensely.

"Are you enjoying the visual treat huh?" she nodded her head unconsciously. Even a blind could see that she lied if she shook her head.

No matter how his personality was, there was no doubt that he was one hell of a sexy person and his every action was too enticing.

She could no longer find her voice. She was so dazed with his look that she forgot she was supposed to chide him and throw him out of the room.

Rafael saw how she was drooling over him. He felt disgusted whenever a woman did that. It made him feel that their love was so shallow and only about skinship. But when he saw her eyes roaming on his body, he felt pride.

He stood up straighter to show his muscles and abs further and smiled when her eyes glinted and she licked her lips as she continued drooling that made him amused but at the same time a strange satisfaction and the desire to tease her further.

He was only teasing her when he accepted her offer to take a bath together. He knew that she was only using him to annoy Diana. But he wanted to see how far they could go in this game?

He raised his hand and squeezed the tip of her nose in a teasing manner and the girl who was already lost in her dirty dreams about him, finally came back to the earth.

"If you are so against the idea of taking a bath together. Why are you eyes staring at me as if I am a meal and why are you drooling so much?," he said with an obvious look of mischief in his eyes, and she somehow registered bits of his words.

He was challenging her! Well, she was staring but possibly she was not drooling. Or was she?

Her hands instinctively reached the corners of her lips and wiped the area only to see there was nothing.

His fingers moved closer as he touched her lips slowly as if wiping them. A hint of pressure that was able to create so many wild sensations in her heart that she jolted from her place when he held her shoulders and kept her in her place.

"Why are you trying to run away so much? Are you afraid of me or are you afraid of losing control?" he could not understand why he was taking the game so far!

He should have already told her that it was a joke and let her go but he did not realize when he started to enjoy her flustered face and her mouth that was finally at loss of words.

His eyes flickered with a dark ray of light as his hand moved toward the zip of her gown. Just a bit more force and he would be able to get rid of that dress.

"I.. we do not have real marriage between us!" she muttered in a single breath when he raised a brow as if challenging her words.

"The pope that certificate. Everything is real and you are my wife whether you accept it or not.

But if you have any doubt I can prove it to you right here. For the start." His glaze roamed all over her body and she felt a strong desire to cover herself up when she was still wearing her dress.

His gaze was enough to embarrass her before disrobing her. "Let's start with washing your hair and then working on those stiff shoulders." before she could deny or accept. His hands reached to her shoulders and started massaging them in circular motions.

Her exhausted body felt so great with his perfect technique and small pressure he was putting there that a moan escaped her lips involuntarily.

"If you are feeling shy, you can close your eyes and let me do wonders with your body."