Sold to a Prince!

"Liar," Mikel said and his eyes held a cold and sharp look.

Sylvia gulped, her heart beating even faster now. "I... I don't know."

"You want to know?" Mikel asked, uncrossing his arms and sitting more straight.

Sylvia nodded. "I want to know." She whispered.

"I hurt them because they dared to touch you," Mikel said, his voice calm, his eyes piercing into hers.

"Huh?" Sylvia asked, her eyes widening even more.

"You don't believe me?" Mikel asked and stood up from the bed.

Sylvia shook her head. "No..."

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not." Mikel walked over to her and stood in front of her, his face almost touching hers.

"Remove your dress." He whispered, his breath warm on her face.

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat and she felt the blood rush to her face. "What?"

He repeated his words calmly, almost seductively. "I said remove your dress."

Sylvia gulped and looked down on the floor, feeling her heart pounding even faster. She swallowed and tried to calm down before she looked up at him again.

She found him watching her intently, his eyes searching hers before she slowly reached behind her back and untied the ribbon of her dress.

She hesitated for a second and then took the straps off her shoulders, revealing the top of her breasts, her body only covered by a thin petticoat.

Mikel walked up to her and pulled off the rest of the dress, letting it fall to the floor.

Sylvia stood in front of him, her heart pounding violently, and covering her chest with one hand, the other clutching her petticoat. 

She was blushing furiously and looking away from him when suddenly the man stepped forward and lifted her up with his strong arms.

"Where are we... going..." Sylvia uttered in a small voice, her face now burning up. 

The arms around her warmed up her broken feelings even though she tried to not let them affect her.

Mikel looked at her but didn't answer her question. He silently carried her to the next room which had a big marble bathtub.

He only needed to mumble a couple of words and the tub was filled with warm water.

"This..." Sylvia was blushing as she looked around and a small gasp escaped her lips. Her heart still fluttered in her chest as the devil gently lowered her into the tub.

She sat inside the tub and tried to calm herself down while the devil just sat on the edge of the tub, watching her silently.

"What are you going to do?" Sylvia blushed and looked at him, to which he mumbled, "You are beautiful."

She swallowed and watched him as the man silently took a scrub placed near the bathtub and started cleaning her body gently, starting from her legs.

"I am sorry I didn't come sooner." He muttered in a low voice that made her head dizzy. She couldn't believe what was happening right now.

This same man had made her feel miserable just a couple of hours ago and now he was also the one licking away all her wounds, even the ones that she didn't tell him about.

Though she was in an extremely vulnerable position with barely any clothes on her body and the ones that were on her body were also completely drenched and transparent, he did not even cast a single inappropriate glance.

Her heart felt warm and fuzzy from his genuine and gentle touches that were nothing less than chaste.

Sylvia had never been treated this way by anyone before and she couldn't help but smile a little.

"Why... are you... doing this?" she asked, her voice almost cracking from the emotions that were filling her chest.

"I am sorry. It must have been terrifying..." Mikel muttered, his voice still calm and collected. 

He lowered his head and continued scrubbing her legs as if he was literally removing some sort of invisible filth stuck on her long slender legs.

The water had frothed up, covering most of Sylvia's body and she buried half of her head inside, hoping it would hide her tomato red cheeks.

She peeked like a reptile sticking out of the water, only her head and eyes out, and looked at the man in a daze.

Some water had splashed on him making his shirt stick to the muscles that were straining underneath.

She gulped at the fine figure and the burning desire that she had felt for him returned again with a vengeance.

She wanted to reach out and grab him and pull him towards her, smashing her body against his. It was a violent desire to possess him and allow no one else to ever touch him again.

She wanted his hand, his fingers that were caressing her soft thighs to reach higher and deeper into her.

An intense wave of fervor filled her soul and her body and she bit her lips, unable to control herself any longer.

Her toes curled and her body burned, the man's every single touch sending tremors across her.

Mikel looked up and coincidentally saw the woman looking right back at him, her face and her expressions a little different from that of the soft or the angry kitten that he knew of and was used to.

She looked different right now, her beauty dangerously alluring and tempting him. 

Her thin parted lips, lightly gasping for him, gave him the intoxication of a hundred year spirit wine.

Seeing her wanting him so fervently made his brain freeze. He couldn't move or think. She didn't permit him to.

Just her single look was enough to make him lose all of his restraint and his focus. Now fully under her spell, Mikel's hands trembled. The scrub that he was holding fell down into the tub, and his chaste touches disappeared. 

The man was entirely lost in the moment as he clutched her with equal fervor and pulled her close to him. He couldn't hold himself back as he leaned forward and kissed her, covering her mouth with his.