Chapter 8

I couldn’t settle down, even as I lay in bed. I still couldn’t get Nana Lucing’s words out of my head—that this room belonged to Marco.

What the hell is going to happen to me now?

I had already finished eating and showering. Nana Lucing had given me a thin nightdress to wear. It was embarrassing. Of all things, this was what she made me put on.

But I didn’t really have a choice. Marco had only sent my bag back to me. My clothes were gone. And when I checked the closet in this room, there was nothing I could wear—only men’s clothes. That just confirmed it was definitely Marco’s room.

It annoyed me. Why did he have to bring me here? A mansion this huge must have dozens of rooms.

A few moments later, I heard the door suddenly open. I had my back to it, so I couldn’t see who came in. I quickly closed my eyes and forced myself to stay still, breathing quietly as I listened.

Then the mattress dipped behind me. Someone had sat down.

I swallowed hard as I felt a hand gently stroke my arm. The next thing I felt was his hot breath against my neck again.

“You’re awake. Open your eyes.”

My eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. I quickly pushed his hand away and tried to move farther from him, but he suddenly pulled me back and flipped me onto my back. I finally saw his handsome face clearly. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head.

He smirked down at me, then lowered his face to my neck once more and inhaled deeply.

Why does he keep doing this?

I squirmed a little, shivering from the sensation.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, trying to pull my hands free. But he was too strong. There was nothing I could do.

“Stop moving. I need this.”

I blinked rapidly. “H-huh?”

“Your smell… it calms me.”

I grew even more confused. My smell? I wasn’t even wearing perfume. I had only used the soap Nana Lucing prepared earlier.

“W-wait, please. This isn’t—”

“I said stop!” he growled, his grip tightening on my wrists.

I swallowed hard and stopped struggling. I don’t know why, but every time he raised his voice, I felt like a frightened little girl, almost trembling in fear.

His aura was commanding. Just his stare alone was enough to make my knees weak.

Marco buried his face again in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I could barely breathe as I felt him inhaling my skin. Every time his warm breath touched me, it was like electricity running through my body. I was also slightly tickled by the tip of his nose brushing my skin and the occasional graze of his lips.

I didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose. But it was giving me so much tension… a very sexual one.

After a few minutes, Marco finally released me. I immediately sat up and moved a little away from him. He still hadn’t stood up and was just staring at me.

“W-what exactly do you want from me? Why did you bring me here?”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Did you already forget what I said? I’m choosing you. You’re mine now.”

I almost wanted to laugh at his words. “Are you serious? How many times do I have to tell you that I’m already married? And you don’t own me. No one owns me but myself!” I insisted.

His eyes narrowed. I instinctively lowered my gaze and clutched the blanket tightly over the lower half of my body.

“You don’t have a choice anymore, Lorribel. Either you accept your fate… or you leave this place dead.”

My mouth fell open. The memory of what happened earlier flashed back in my mind.

If he could so easily order a man’s finger to be cut off without hesitation, then killing someone… how much easier would that be?

What kind of person is he really?

“But okay… since you calm me down, I’ll give you a chance.” A dangerous smile played on his lips. “You want to learn about sex, right? Let’s have an S&D contract.”

My forehead creased. “S&D contract? What’s that?”

Marco smiled wickedly. “You’ll be my slave… and I’ll be your master.”