REX
What are the chances that I would one day be with a vampire, talking about how wonderful it was to live in the same house with him instead of being beneath a cliff, broken bones and all?
Nyx smiled. I knew he could hear my thoughts, and that irked me. I didn't like it, the lack of privacy and how easy it was for him to pick up on my mood. It wasn't fair.
"Nothing is fair, mon coucou," he said, reading my mind once again, and picking up on the last thought I had.
I ignored him and strode to the bed. Plopping down on it, I closed my eyes, inhaling that sweet scent. Whoever washed this knew their work.
Nyx stood in the room for a few seconds before I heard the door close. I didn't hear him leave because of how light he was on his feet. If not for the sound of the door getting closed, I wouldn't have known he had left.
Alone in the room, I sat up, and looked around…
So, will this be my home for a year? It didn't sound bad when I thought of the other option I had. I would have long been dead. Perhaps my bones would be found someday. But even if it was, no one would mourn my death. All those I held dear thought would be there with me until the end turned out to be enemies in friends' clothing.
I learned everything so late, and regretted the steps that led me to the path, but now that I had a second chance, I vowed to make them regret.
….
I didn't see Nyx throughout the day. The maids brought my food to my room, doted on me like they were mother hens.
For the first time since I was born, I was treated like royalty. If I take so much as a breath, a maid will rush in just to check if I'm okay. Not lying about that. It happened. I only got up to use the restroom when the head maid barged in to demand if I was okay. At first, it was frustrating until I realised their jobs. Nyx must have asked them to do that, even though I don't understand why he would do that. Betrayed by those I held dear to me, I never thought a stranger would help me.
Though he had ulterior motives, he didn't keep those hidden from me. He told me the forefront of what he wanted from me, without mincing words.
I had just returned from taking a walk in the garden, with the maid who had stuck by my side from the moment I left my room when I heard Nyx was back. Despite everything, I felt glad when I learned that. It was odd, I knew, but at a moment like this, he was the only one I could rely on, not to hurt me.
The maid led me to the door that led to the parlour, bowed and left after telling me Nxy was waiting for me in the sitting room. I exhaled before I pushed open the door, stepping into a place I had only been to thrice since they brought me into this house.
Nyx stood by the window, his back to the door, and his hands joined at the back. He looked as regal as ever, dressed in all black, his curly hair cascading down his back, looking so soft, shiny, and tempting.
"You can touch if you like, mein herz," he said, turning around to face me, slowly as if he were in a cliché movie, where the male lead's first appearance is done in a slo-mo.
I rolled my eyes. "Who said I wanted to touch it?" I stepped towards the nearest couch and plopped down on it. "Where have you been?"
"Why? Missed me?" He flashed me a blinding grin.
"Me?" I scoffed. "I was actually glad you weren't around, and I'm actually looking forward to your disappearance," I lied through my teeth, while hoping he wouldn't read my thoughts, wouldn't know how much I had missed him, even though it wasn't clear to me why I felt that way for a man I had just met. A blood sucker at that.
If he heard my thoughts, he didn't say a word. Instead, he took a seat on the couch opposite mine. "Was the meal the maids made to your liking?" He asked, instead of dragging the matter like I thought she would.
I nodded, averting my gaze. "Yeah, I love it." Feeling his stare on my face made me self-conscious. There was just this intensity with his eyes, the way it made me feel all hot and bothered, something I never knew eyes could do.
"If you have any special preference, you can let them know, so they can tailor your meals to your preferences."
"I will do that." I nodded, stealing a glance at him, to know if he was still staring, and he was, unabashedly. "What about you?" I asked, trying to calm the strange nerves that were acting up. "Do you eat normal food or…"
His lips widened in a smile, and I saw the glint of a fang. "I eat, but not because I love it. What I love the most is blood, Mi tesoro, and right now, I'm craving yours."
That should have appalled me, but instead, I felt my temperature rise. My heartbeat sped up as I stared at him, feeling hot. I felt the surge in my pussy, like my wetness tripled. His nose flared, and he looked down at my thighs.
"Don't tempt me, Mi Corazón," he said, rising to his feet, with a smile. Sending a wink my way, he strode back to the window, right to where he was when I entered.
I should have bitten my lower lip, ignored him or even left, just so I could avoid this. But instead of doing the same and rational thing my brain was screaming for me to do, I whispered, while getting to my feet, "What if I want to tempt you? What will you do about it?" I turned my back to him, so he wouldn't see the redness of my cheeks.