SPELLBOUND

Should she tell Gideon the truth?

Should she straight up tell him that she did not go touring around the castle with that man? Should she confess to him that she had actually gotten lost and accidentally ended up in that area? She should, right? So that he would stop misunderstanding her. But… what if he went running back there and beat that man up again?

Vera did not want that man called Kione to get beaten up all over again. She had the feeling that it was better for her not to speak about it and just keep it to herself for now. And thus, she remained quiet, just staring at him silently, until Gideon finally lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Listen…" his voice became a little hard as he started talking, "not him. No, never him. He's not good for you." His gaze was unfathomable as he said that. He shook his head and his brows furrowed even more. But Vera just found his actions more endearing, and it filled her heart till it overflowed.

However, she blinked at his words.

"W-why?" that word was all she could managed as she tried to process and work through why he suddenly said a thing like that.

"He's not a one-woman man. He's a good man except that he can't commit himself to just one woman –" Gideon scowled as he said that.

"I do not care," she cut him off and Gideon's eyes darkened with controlled anger, thinking that she would jump into this relationship with Kione anyway despite his warning. "because he's –"

Before she could even say the continuation of her sentence which was 'not the man I want', Vera was cut off and the next thing she knew, she was pinned on the bed. Her eyes widened a little as she looked up at him, his large body hovering over hers and his eyes gleaming like blue fire as he looked down at her, his face pinched as he struggled to understand why this woman would still want a man like Kione even after his warning that he would have other women and not just her alone.

"So, you are this type of woman, huh. You really love to play with fire it seems… fine…" his breathing came out harsh and raspy. "I'll play along with you then…" his fingers began to rub along her lips, parting them, and she could see how he swallowed hard, the look in his eyes seemed to be gleaming with desire, bewitching her, causing her power of speech to simply disappear. She was just a bundle of nerves and excitement in his hands.

"Tell me, Red…" his deep voice became husky as he bent over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin, sending warmth and electricity shooting through her. "Did you let Kione touch you while you both were inside that hall?" he began to lick her ear seductively as he said that, and Vera nearly shivered from the intense effect of it.

"G-gid…" she croaked out.

"Tell me… how far did you both go within that short time that I left you? Did he do this to you? Huh? Red?" he began to lick the inside of her ear and Vera whimpered and subconsciously pushed against him as she was unable to withstand the ticklish and strange sensation that his warm tongue evoked within her.

"No! No, he did no such thing," Vera's body was already hot. Her mind could hardly maintain its rationality and she was no longer thinking straight. It was as though steam was rising from the top of her head.

"Then tell me… what did he do to you?" he continued probing her as he kept licking the rims of her ear and kissing down below. Vera could not endure the physical stimulation from him and also the interrogation about her supposed fling with Kione. Her overheated mind could not take it.

She could hardly register what was going on with her body now, much less about what he was even saying. She just felt as though she was back to having a fever now. A fever she for once, had not complaints about and liked so much that her mind had gone into a frenzy. What was this? Is this magic? Did he cast a spell on her to fall into this state?

Then she felt his mouth moving downwards, trailing scorching kisses along her jawline until he suddenly flicked his searing tongue across the sensitive skin of her throat. "Tell me… did he kiss you here?"

A mixture of a moan and groan escaped from Vera's lips as he sucked on her skin. She could hear his words at the back of her mind. Why? Why was he asking all these questions right now? Vera knew she should answer him. But a part of her refused to speak because she had the thought that if she told him no, he would stop. And he would leave her hanging and alone again in this room. She did not want him to go away. To leave her. To stop. She did not want this fever to ever stop. She wanted him to do more to her if that could make him stay longer with her.

She then felt his large scalding hand on her chest. "How about here? Did that bastard touch you here too?" he continued and a high pitch moan escaped her mouth the instant he gently kneaded her soft mound. Her body jumped a little in surprise. She had not anticipated that Gideon would go this far with her.

Gideon suddenly stilled. His gaze on her was puzzled now. Why did she react as though that was the first time someone had kneaded her breast?

The moment he looked down at her small and flushed face, Gideon swallowed. Her face… was delicately blushing red, her blue eyes in a smoky daze, and there were little beads of sweat like crystal droplets all over her temples. Her flaming red hair was spread out on the bed so gloriously in a sharp contrast with the dark coloured bedsheets. She was… f*cking so beautiful that Gideon just stayed there, looking at her.. She was a vision of a flaming goddess with icy pale blue eyes staring at him.