The Special Night

He laughed with his hungry eyes devouring her. Yes! That was the moment. She would be his! He was going to have her again and again until she could not think of anything but him.

She stared at him, biting her lips seductively. Such a horny dog! Like a dog in heat, he forgot that he could die if she found the letter but wanted to have sex first.

Such a scumbag! Yet her eyes shone... Would it not be better if she found one?

He opened his mouth and spread his tongue out when she poured the wine into his mouth.

The wine's glass was high enough for the wine to fall on his cheeks, his chin, and on his chest.

The red liquid fell from his face to his neck and slowly dripped on the ground. She would have enjoyed the view in her past.

Mike was a swordsman. He had strong biceps, a taut chest, and a strong body. It was a feast for the eyes. She used to glare at the ladies who enjoy his training out of jealousy.

Even now, it was a sight to behold. But she felt nothing except the blackness that his body was emitting. His soul was so dark that all his looks looked dark in her eyes.

"I never knew you were so dominating when it comes to sex." he laughed and licked the liquid from his lips when she pressed her feet further on his chest.

Her feet slowly moved lower and circled just above his manliness. She placed enough pressure to leave a tingling feeling in his spine. His eyes grew darker and the lust started to fill in.

"I want you to touch me with your hands, Lia. I want you to wrap your warm mouth around it and suck it hard. Come here, my wife." she felt sick to her guts when he whispered those nasty words to her but she laughed like she was enjoying them.

She moved her toe thumb lower and deeper when he grunted. His breath came shallow and he shivered.

But soon his lusty eyes turned heavier. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

The smile fell off her face and she stared at him with a cold look.

She kicked him a few times to check but he did not react. Only then did her shoulders slump and she took a deep breath.

She crouched on the ground and held his hair tightly. Her eyes were filled with raw anger and hatred.

"You have pulled my hair like this. Do you remember?" she gritted her teeth and slapped him hard with her other hand, "I wanted to do this from the moment I woke up. No! This would be a lie." She let go of him and ran towards the table where fruits were placed in a basket. There was a knife in the basket.

She picked up the knife and returned to him. She placed the knife on his throat.

"I wanted to slit your throat from the moment I came back." she pressed a sharp point to his skin.

It left a small mark and blood started to drip slowly. Her eyes were so red and cold as if all her blood had frozen. All her tears had tried but only hatred and revenge were left in her life as she pushed him away.

"But would it not be too easy? I want you to suffer like a dog until you beg me to kill you." she stared at him as if she was pondering what to do further. If she would leave him just like that on the first day of their marriage. Would she not be a cold wife to not leave a gift for her husband?

As if a thought came to her suddenly, she smirked and nodded her head.

Making sure that his robe was further loose, she dragged him out of the room.

All the maids and knights of her chamber were given leave, so she was not afraid to be seen by anyone.

She dragged him further until they reached the main door of her chamber and then pushed him out. He fell on the first stair of the exit. Then she took out a letter and placed it beneath his chest. Once assured that the letter would not fly away, she whistled.

A woman walked from the dark and smirked when she saw him lying there alone. They both smiled at each other.

Then she went to her room and took off her robe. She made various marks on her skin and then rubbed his fallen blood on the bed sheet.

Once she was happy with her artwork, she fell on the bed and closed her eyes. She had thought sleep would not come to her since she had so much on her mind. But as she closed her eyes, her exhaustion took in and soon she drifted to her sleep.

"Camelia, you will regret chasing me away. Your husband is a fool. He will drive the family to its ruin." Damien scoffed as he placed the dagger on her neck. "I want to kill you at this very moment to stop this tragedy from happening. But I want you to witness it so that you will regret it." she scoffed and pressed the dagger deeper into her skin.

"Do you think I am afraid of death? I would not have tricked the royal family and accused you of the crime if I were afraid of death. I accepted my bad ending the moment I played the game. So go ahead." she challenged him with a provoking look in her eyes.

He stared deep and hard into her eyes. His hands trembled and sweated a bit but there was no hesitation on her face. He knew she would not give a damn if he killed her then and there.

"Ha!" he took the dagger away and threw it as if it was cursed, and the curse was spreading in his body through it. "No! I want you to witness it and come to me begging me to help you. Only then i will feel peace."