Chapter five: You've got fire in your vein

Aurora's POV

The figure leaned in closer, its grip closing around my neck like a vice. I was pinned to the bed, unable to move or escape. As I struggled to breathe, I recognized the familiar scent of Lord Logan's cologne wafting through the air.

"What’re you doing here?" Lord Logan's low, husky voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. What did he mean by that statement? I was brought here by his servants and guarded tightly by his men.

I tried to respond, but my voice was barely audible, muffled by the pressure of his grip on my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something.

His grip tightened, and I felt a surge of fear course through my veins. I was trapped, at his mercy, and I had no idea what he'd planned for me. I don't want to be devoured by this demon, who is as cold as ice, ruthless and cunning as the devil. He was good loooking but he is heartless. I don't want to be a commodity that could be used at will and dispose 2hen used.

I tried to push him away, kicking him with my legs and hitting his chest with my hands. I was using all my efforts but it seems to trigger the demon in him as he effortlessly grabbed my hands with one hand and pinned it above my head.

His hand closed around the delicate fabric of my nightgown, and he pulled it down, his movements rough and insistent. I resisted, my body tensing in fear, as I tried to cling to the shreds of my dignity.

"Let go of me right now you kidnapper and a rappist" I shouted trying to disgust him, I preferred to be beaten by him than to be devoured by him.

"Is that a command?" He asked with a dark chuckle as he stare deeply into my eyes, I looked away focusing my gaze on everything in the room but his eyes.

"Just let me go, I don't want to be yours" I said more like a plea this time cause he was too strong for me to handle.

"What, trying to be innocent?" Lord Logan's voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Weren't you here to seduce me?"

His words cut deep, and I felt a surge of indignation. What would I gain from seducing when all I want right now is to escape from his clutches. Before I could respond, His lips curled into a sneer, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

"What are you trying to do? Don't you dare touch me you filthy disgusting man" I keep on raining abusive words on him expecting him to let go. But I was wrong my harsh words only ignited the fire in him, he pressed his thin lips against my cutting my words short. He lips were demanding and devouring, licking and teasing mine. His tongue was daring as it try to pry it's way into my mouth.

I refused to open up for me as he bite me softly, I feared were this kiss was leading to so I bit his lips so hard until I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. He released my mouth as he licked the blood off his lips with his tongue "You are very sassy, you're just exactly my type" he said in a low seductive voice.

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but shiver at the way he looked at me, like I was a puzzle he was eager to solve. I tried to push him away, but he held me firm, his eyes locked on mine.

"You're not like other girls," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "You've got fire in your veins. I like that." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

I tried to push him away again, but he just chuckled and held me tighter. His grip on my nightgown tightened, and I felt the fabric rip as he pulled it down further. I was trapped, unable to escape, and Lord Logan's eyes seemed to gleam with triumph as he gazed at me.

"You're a clever girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Trying to pretend you're innocent, but I know the truth. You're here to please me, and that's exactly what you will do."

I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me, but before I could respond, Lord Logan's lips brushed against mine again, silencing me.

Suddenly, he received a call, then got off me. I lay there, frozen in relief, as the tears continued to stream down my face. I had been so sure that I was about to lose my innocence to him, that I would be forced to become his mistress. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything had stopped.

As I caught my breath and tried to calm down, I heard his parting words: "I don't want to meet you here when I come back." He didn't even look at me as he spoke, his back already turned as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.