I did everything to avoid him. Scrubbed floors in the east wing twice even though they haven't been walked on, just to stay away from his scent— from his eyes. But Mikhailov Manor had its own hunger. Every corner she turned, he was there. Reading by the grand fireplace. Practicing piano with his fingers like silk. Appearing at the end of the hallway just as she passed. Never speaking. Just watching.
My skin flushed like someone was watching me. It made me clumsy. Once Madam Masha called me to bring over a vase and I knocked it over. I nearly cried.
"You!" She snapped.
"I'm sorry ma. I don't know what came over me." I bowed my head, trembling and stammering.
"I'm just going to let this slide because I like you."
"T-Thank you. Thank you ma."
"It's fine. Raise your head. Just don't be clumsy next time. And rest. You need it." I raised my head.
"Y-Yes ma." I left as she dismissed me. I went to my room and lay on my bed. I removed my shirt looking at the mark that had appeared a little above my left nipples.
That night he came again. In my dreams. The place was dark. Candles lit everywhere. I was naked, bound with chains around my wrist. My hands raised above my head. Legs raised slightly up and spread out like eagle wings. My white hair spread against the soft pillow like a white sheep in the midst of black. The bold mark 'A' was glowing red, my left nipples hurt badly.
"Ahhh it hurts. I screamed—" Then a sound. Like a breeze, a tall figure emerged. He was shirtless. Tattoos almost everywhere. His arms, ribs, chest. His breathing heavy. His eyes glowed red. I could feel his stare in my bones. His hunger. His need. As he walked slowly, Each step made my heart race.
"Mr Aristarkh. P-Please this is a mistake." I said in a trembling voice. He chuckles darkly.
"It's no mistake butterfly." He was now in front of the bed. He kissed my feets slowly up. he lowered him self in-between my thigh.
"No. Please!" I tried closing my leg but the chains were too strong. It kept pulling my thighs apart. He pulled me by my hips forward. Reaches my soft warmth and began sniffing.
"You speak against this but your body… says different. It's calling me."
"No. HNGH, sir-sir. I-I don't"
"Shh." He commands softly. He grips my thighs and spread them wildly. His claws dug into my flesh drawing blood.
"Beg me! Tell me to suck it. Tell me to eat you out! Now!" The pain on my left nipples increased.
"No. No. It hurts!" "Your body knows what it wants. It calls me" he muttered
"Why am I experiencing this. I'm still a Virgin, you're my boss , who I've spoken to only once!" I screamed.
"You want to know?" he asked coldly .
"Y-Yes please sir-sir"
"Then beg me. Beg me to Free you from that pain."
"P-Please, p-please free me. Free me from this pain—"
He captures my pussy lips before I could even finish my sentence and start sucking hard. I trembled, my wrist struggled against the chains.He moans around it, licking and sucking it. He spreads my pussy lips with both thumbs. sucking and biting my clit softly.
My eyes rolled back in unwanted pleasure. I trembled. I squirmed but his grip on my thigh was firm. He pulls back enough to speak.
"stop squirming." He dives his tongue back into my pussy. Tongue-fucks my warm hole. His claws dug into my thigh. Blood streaming down. I screamed and trembled as I neared my release.
With a loud moan, I squirted directly into his mouth. My legs trembled. He lapped it up like it was his last meal. The pain on my left nipples subsided. I woke up on my bed sweating and trembling. I sat up immediately. Cleaning the beads of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. "It's just a dream, I muttered to myself." But to him it wasn't a dream down the West Wing, he smirked to him self. "Mine."
The next day I woke up and showered. Another mark on my left nipple. In order. This time it was the letter 'R' "What's this?" I asked my self. "I thought it will go, he told me he'd—" I sat on the bed and picked my phone up, browsing about the marks. "Curses, curses, curses." I placed my head in my palms from disappointment and decided to go visit my sister, Anya in the hospital. Today is my free day.
I stood up and showered before dressing. I spoke to madam Masha before leaving. I entered a cab to the hospital immediately. "Hey!" I called out, entering her room. She ran and hugged me immediately at first glance.
"I miss you." She muttered softly with a smile. I smiled back and sat down on the bed, pulling her gently to do same.
"I hope you're taking your medications and you're resting well?" She smiled softly. "Yes sis."
She was pale skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was suffering from lukaemia. She was just seven years old but strong.
"Here, I got you this." I stretched out my hand.
"Yay! Ice cream she shouted excitedly."
"Yeah, your favorite" I ruffled her hair. She began eating.
"Gosh the weather is bad. I hope it doesn't rain badly. I have to get back before 7pm." I turned to Anya who's already lost in her world of ice cream. I chuckled softly.
"I'm just gonna take a nap on the couch." I went and lay down quietly on the couch. I woke up later by the sound of the thunders. The time was 7 30 pm.
"Gosh no. No. Anya I told you to wake— never mind."
She was sleeping. I kissed her forehead before rushing out of the room. They were barely any cab. I was completely soaked despite having umbrella. Just when I wanted to give up. An expensive Mercedes car stopped over.
A tall handsome man with pale skin came down with a much bigger umbrella than mine. His Back was broad in his expensive suit. He had no bodyguards despite his wealth.
"Are you okay. It's pouring." he asked gently in a deep voice.
"I'm-I'm fine." I replied in trembling tone.
"come on. You're trembling. Let me drop you off. I promise I'm a good person. I don't bite. He was also getting soaked and I had no other means of transportation so I followed him.
"Uhm fine. Thank you very much." He opened the door for me and I entered.He entered the driver's seat and started driving.
"Let me turn on the heater for you."
"Th-Thank you" I muttered softly.
"Your hair is pretty. I feel like I've seen you some where. What's your name?"
"Uhm Anastasia." I replied not looking at his face once. He raised my head up with his hands by my chin to look at him.
"Remember me? We went to the same orphanage… you're that white hair girl." He chuckles softly with a smirk. "I'm Ivanov vasilev." My eyes widen. He pulls his hand back slowly.
"Yes I remember. I remember." He chuckles again.
"Yeah you were always shy back then. You're getting bolder now. I'm proud of you."
"Th-Thank you." I bow my head, blushing softly.
"You look beautiful. You've grown up so… well." His eyes dropped to my chest.
"Y-Yes thank you. I smiled obliviously to his eyes."
"So where were you coming from."
"Uhm the hospital. My sister is sick. Still sick."
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. I remembered her. Still that leukemia problem?"
"Yes."I frown and bow my head quietly.
"She's a strong girl. Alot of people won't survive this far. So what do you do." He changed the topic immediately.
"Uhm… I work as a maid in a mansion."
"What's the address. I'll drop you off. It's no longer pouring." I told him the place and he dropped me off at the gate. Before I could come down, he came down and opened the door for me.
"Th-Thank you Ivanov." He closed the door softly as I came down. Little did I know, Lord Aristarkh had been watching me, having arrived few minutes ago in his expensive sports car. Ivanov hugged me. My eyes widen unexpectedly but I accepted since it has been long we met.
"Have a good night and… give me your number." I gave him my number as he pulled back from the hug.
"Bye. Thank you." He entered his car and drove off.
Aristarkh jaw clenched almost at the point of breaking. His fangs and claws extended at my scent. His breathing became heavy. His nails dug into his palm, drawing blood. He stared, watched with anger. and something else… I entered into the mansion through the gate and straight to my room. I showered and dressed in a hoodie and pajamas pant before lying on my bed. The pain on my left nipple began. It hurt more than it had ever hurt before.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, removing the hoodie. It was already past 11pm. It got worse. I sat up, holding my breast, trying to ease the pain but it wasn't helpful. "Ahhh! I need to go to him." I muttered to myself. "There… must be a reason behind this." I stood up from my bed, stumbling slightly. I didn't even bother to dress properly. I was wearing a tank top and pajamas pant.
I made my way to the West Wing. When I reached his door I found his butler. "Please, let me in sir Dimitri vasin." "My lord is not to be disturbed by this time.
What is it—" A voice came in from inside demanding he let me in. I came in, stumbling and wincing in pain as it increased more. My right hand was still on my left breast. "what did you do to me. Make. Make it stop. Please. Please." I passed out from the pain. He chuckles darkly. He stood up. Tall. Broad. Tattoos almost all over. He took small steps and carried me to his bed, laying me down gently.
"Mine."