Chapter 6-demons and gods
Lucca POV
I heard his words and instinctively recoiled, as if an electric shock surged through me.
I fought back tears, suppressing the urge to cry out.
Vincent noticed the glistening liquid on his cane, the milk that had spilled onto me earlier.
Almost impulsively, he touched it with his hand.
Warm and slightly sticky.
He quickly shook his hand, relieved that he was wearing gloves.
I struggled to rise from the ground, attempting to pull the door open.
But Vincent's cane lightly tapped it, pushing the bolt back into place.
He calmly stared at me, saying, "Just beg me..."
My face turned an unusually deep shade of red, my black eyes shimmering with tears, against my pale complexion, provoking a sadistic impulse in others.
"Begging you... don't flatter yourself," I gritted my teeth and retorted.
Vincent's face grew dark as I pushed him aside and darted toward the storeroom, seeking refuge inside.
However, the door slammed shut, blocked by the cane wedged in the gap.
My heart turned cold.
Vincent felt remorse.
— If this damaged piece of intricately carved art were to be taken to an auction house centuries later, the crushed engravings would undoubtedly greatly diminish its value.
He hadn't needed to exert so much effort on a mere rogue.
Soon, he'll have the maids throw me out as well...
At that moment, the sound of the main door being pulled open reached my ears.
In what seemed like a response to Vincent's inner turmoil, the two maids responsible for the ballet dancers returned.
I couldn't decipher the reason behind Vincent's unease.
Perhaps he didn't want others to witness him compromising his status by getting entangled with a rogue like me.
Regardless, he didn't allow the maids to throw me out; instead, he swiftly dodged into the storeroom and locked the door behind him. Fear gripped me even tighter. Within the confining space, Vincent's presence became more pronounced. His imposing stature exuded an oppressive air, while his strikingly beautiful yet aloof countenance stood in stark contrast to the cluttered darkness of the room.
The only relatively approachable aspect was that he was dressed in pajamas. However, I couldn't comprehend why he insisted on donning multiple layers, fastening each button meticulously. Lost in my thoughts for a moment, I gathered the courage to question the man standing by the door.
"...Why did you come in?"
Vincent squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze fixated on my face.
Confusion clouded my eyes, and a blush threatened to engulf my entire being, as the effects of the dampened clothes and the administered substance surged through me.
"What do you think?" Vincent's tone carried an air of nonchalance.
I thought he was deranged.
He approached me slowly.
I retreated step by step, like a gazelle on the edge of a precipice.
I wanted to escape, but Vincent blocked my path with his staff, forcefully pushing me against the wall. His strength was astonishing, leaving me breathless.
I fought back, flailing my hands and accidentally making contact with something. It took me a moment to register what it was, and I instinctively pulled and tugged at it again.
What was it... The staff pressed against my shoulders and collarbone.
Lowering my gaze, I saw Vincent's pristine white gloves, and through them, I glimpsed the taut fabric of his clothing.
"Get out of my way!" I angrily exclaimed.
I hadn't noticed his physical reaction before, as his face remained unnervingly calm. It had been years since Vincent had heard such crude insults in person.
"This is the effect of the medication," he struggled to suppress his anger. The footsteps of the maids hadn't faded into the distance yet.
Linda also descended from upstairs, but it hard to hear the conversation clearly.
I was now trapped in the cluttered storeroom. "Let me go!" I attempted to kick him with my leg. Of course, Vincent couldn't simply leave like that.
"Be quiet," he commanded, his brows furrowed and his face dark with intensity. My feeble strength meant little to him, and my struggles and kicks only seemed to further fuel his agitation.
"Don't move," he warned again, his tone filled with caution.
But I paid no heed, desperately rising on my tiptoes, stretching my neck in an attempt to catch a breath beneath the weight of the staff. In my movements, I accidentally brushed against Vincent once more.
His obsession with cleanliness forbade him from tolerating such close contact. "Stop moving!" he finally snapped, unable to contain his rising anger.
His piercing gaze held me captive, and for a brief moment, I dared not make a single move. Those few seconds felt more torturous than the preceding minutes combined. It was as if Vincent's awakening desires had been abruptly thwarted, leaving him suspended in a state of frustration.
Footsteps passed by the entrance of the storeroom, their conversation barely audible. I strained to catch their words, but all I could make out were fragments.
"...He must be angry. Where is he now?"
"Luna, we're not sure. Our task was simply to remove that woman."
"You all just obey his commands... Has he forbidden you from speaking? Quickly, tell me where he is! Let me explain to him!"
Inside the storeroom, both of us held our breaths, an atmosphere of tension filling the confined space. Suddenly, I noticed a faint sheen of sweat on Vincent's forehead, a sign of his underlying nervousness.
This display of vulnerability is rarely seen. He must be afraid of Luna discovering the truth. I feel like I've grasped onto a weakness.
"You're really pitiful. Your luna has a preference for women."
"Shut up," Vincent's voice lowered to a whisper, barely audible.
I lifted my leg and attempted to kick him, hoping to make him step back. But he immediately pressed the cane even harder, nearly depriving me of breath.
"Why?"
Just then, the voices outside suddenly grew louder. "We need to talk face to face! no reason to refuse!"
"You do have a reason to refuse," I whispered, delivering another kick, "don't you?"
"I told you to shut up," Vincent's gaze turned dark.
He covered my mouth with his hand.
Between the interplay of dim and fading lights, I found myself in a sweltering room, perspiring profusely with a glistening face. The effects of the medication made my hair damp, and desire surged within me.
He leaned in, his nose coolly grazing against my face in an intimate gesture. Then, his fingers abruptly covered my ear, his fingertips finding rest behind it.
My ears blazed with heat, yet his icy fingertips provided a comforting contrast. Suddenly, his warm breath tickled my ear.
Before I could react, his scorching kiss descended upon me.
My face flushed crimson, my body went limp, and sweat drenched my forehead, causing my hair to become disarrayed.
He furrowed his brow, then swiftly bent down, gathering me into his arms. Instinctively, I clung to his neck, and in that fleeting moment, it felt as if my heart was on the verge of exploding with anticipation.
The room was bathed in a dim candlelight, casting soft and alluring shadows that created an indescribable atmosphere.
I gently nibbled on my lower lip, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his hand in an unintentional gesture. In that instant, we both experienced a surge of electrifying stimulation.
My heart skipped a beat, then raced with an accelerated rhythm, momentarily losing its balance.
I was utterly defenseless against the irresistible allure he possessed.
"Don't be afraid..." A pair of strong and steady arms enveloped my body.
As he spoke, I felt a hand grabbing hold of my breast.
"Ah... no..." Instinctively, I tried to grip Vincent's hand to stop him, but the effect of the medication turned my resistance into an invitation. Nervously, I bit my lower lip and watched as my clothing was lifted, exposing a patch of bare skin.
Vincent's gaze fixated on the two pristine mounds, and his breath involuntarily grew heavier.
"Rogue..." he whispered, as his fingers began to explore my left breast. With the calloused pads of his fingertips, he traced delicate patterns above the sensitive flesh, causing my shoulders to involuntarily tense. A peculiar sensation climbed along my nerve endings, creating a tingling surge.
It became difficult to focus my gaze. "What... what do we do next?"
I felt as though my veins were on the verge of bursting. My words stumbled as I watched Vincent's large hand continuously caress my breasts. I could only close my eyes and avert my gaze, attempting to contain the overwhelming sensation.
"You'll need to endure a little longer." Vincent murmured in my ear.
"Mmm... mmm? What... ah... ha..."