All Chapters of LOVE BENEATH THE OAK : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Why not take the one beside her", somebody said and I gasped in shock. I turned to see the one who spoke and it turned out to be Jo's. I looked at the psychopath as if I was just seeing her for the first time."You said what?", the slave master said and Jo's grinned. "That one before you.", she nodded towards me."She is known as the Slave princess, cherished by almost every man in The Oak.", her eyes met mine briefly and she continued. "Her hair is a burnt blonde but you will think she is brunette. All shre can do, you will be surprised ". And then she whispered the last part."Even beneath The Oak. Freya". Being the only one that would never call me by my real name, she emphasized on the "ya" and like always, I corrected her."Freye"It was then that I knew what she meant. I closed my eyes in apprehension while my lids burned with tears.  "Freye", the slave master pronounced my name like a caress, all the while staring a

As Angus' lips mine, he tension between us seemed to dissipate, replaced by an intense desire with my whole body aching to be joined with his, to be filled with him. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me.Like a magnetic attraction, I was being drawn towards the bed, Angus' gentle guidance leading me there. The softness of the bed enveloped me as I lay down, his drunk weight pressing down on me. The world around me melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the passionate moment.   He broke the kiss to take off his own dress, his eyes not leaving mine. It dance in merry  with a silent promise for the long night. Even if I suffer through the day, I have found my solace. The air was thick with anticipation as his hand reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. His touch sent shivers down my spine and my eyes fluttered closed.   Angus' hand trailed down her jaw, his fingers tracing the curve of my ne

When I tried to face him, he held my shoulder and made me turned my back to him, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do. That, night, I did not close my eyes again. I could not sleep through the little time I have with him. Not when I would leave sooner. I did not want his scent to be the only thing I would remember of him, not the walls I as facing, not the interior of his room and not the canvas. I wanted to have his face glued to my brain until my last breadth. He was my only chance at love. Encountering the Jihadists has made me realised something. It was how fragile our fates were. That I could be sold and depart from him forever. Once again that night, I tried face him but he stopped me. A tear fell from my face. "Why won't you let me look at you?", I asked. Am I so disgusting to stare at? I thought dejectedly. But he did not say anything. However, I could also hear his uneven breathing and I knew he was also awake. Out of anger, I tried to remove his hand that w

"Last night," she began, staring grudgingly at me. "A girl was seen with Master Angus", she said, her arms folded as she encircled me. "Although her face could not be seen due to the concealing robe, it was reported that she entered into this chamber.", she said without breaking contact. My brow furrowed and I swallowed anxiously. "You do not suspect me to be her, do you?", I asked in a disbelieving tone, making her to pause. She closed the space between us and held me by my shoulders. "All I'm saying is that you should not let it be you." "Should it be you then? You want to be her, don't you?", I mocked. Her eyes widened and she scoffed before she pushed me off, making me to land on my buttock. I grinned through the sharp pain and looked up at her. "Why should we fight for anything that can never be ours?", I said to her and she walked out in anger. I smiled. But deep down, my heart raced with fear. I kep

I turned to leave. I have reached the door when he caught my wrist. Slowly, I turned to look up at him and he dragged his hand from my wrist, up my arm to my shoulders. My eyes closed as I struggled to fight my body's submission to him. With shaky hands, he held my cheeks and his lips descended to mine. As his lips touched mine, I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. Despite my initial intention to resist him, I could not. My lips seemed to melt into his, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. The world around me began to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Angus's lips on mine. His kiss was like a storm, wild and unpredictable, yet somehow familiar. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt myself getting lost in the moment. I tried to push back, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to Angus's touch in ways even I could not control. The kiss deepened, and I felt myself being pulled under, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the