The Duke's Passion

Chapter 712 I'm scared

Chapter 712  I'm scared Samael looked at Lilou with blank eyes. She had her eyes to the side, avoiding his gaze at all costs, sporting this fake bravado as if she didn't care about their situation.

Lilou sighed secretly. 'This man is driving me crazy... really!' she clicked her tongue and mustered the courage to look back at him.

"Stop. What do you think you're doing?" she snatched her finger from his lips, failing to hide the apparent blush on her cheeks. "Goodness... how can you lick a lady's hand? Didn't you have etiquette lessons? Tch."

'What lesson did this man learn? Did the royalties also have seduction classes? It sure is effective,' she continued in her head, clutching her finger close to her. But when she noticed him just looking at her, her brows rose.

"What?" she asked. 'Why is he looking at me like that? Lilou, don't fall for his mixed signals!'

With that thought in mind, Lilou's blood pressure rose, letting her get angry about things she shouldn't. She lifted her skirt and assisted herself up. She glanced at the glass that pricked her hand and then glared at him.

"Please pick it up and throw it away. My finger is injured already, and I'm afraid Law will meet an accident if it wasn't removed," she remarked bravely as if she wasn't talking to a duke. "I'll be on my way."

"Ah..."

'Ah?' Lilou controlled her face from showing any sign of dismay. 'Is that all he had to say? Goodness... this man just knows how to make me angry. Did I really marry him?'

She huffed and stomped her feet away. However, just as she took three steps, a hand grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

"Wait," he said, watching her hold her breath, eyes shaking at him. The side of his lips curled up, guiding her finger, which he sucked previously to her lips.

"What are you..." her eyes dilated as horror dominated her face, but his lips stretched even wider until his eyes were squinting.

"I learned etiquette, but rarely apply it to my way of life. But since you are concerned, then I'll keep my manner and kiss you indirectly." He arched a brow, giving her a knowing look. He chuckled when her expression died and her inner voice went into complete silence.

She was mortified, and it made him want to tease her more. When she recovered, Samael had to bite his tongue upon hearing her inner screams.

'Oh... my god! Oh my god! My god... my heart...' she wept internally, but on the surface, she was simply looking at him in silence. 'Why is he doing this to me? An indirect kiss as respect...? Then why tell me if you really want to keep your manners?!'

"Pfft —!" she frowned when he snickered. Samael cleared his throat and bent over to look at her up close, still keeping her finger on her lips.

"What do I do with you?" he sighed. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't drag you to my room right now."

Her eyes dilated in disbelief and blurted out, "it's not moral."

"That's a weak argument, Love. I don't even have a conscience." He narrowed his eyes and shook his head mildly. Samael took a step forward, making her take a step back. His face was still closer than before, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly.

'What — what is he doing? Why is he getting close?' her brain kept screaming at her to run, but her feet wouldn't move when he took another step. All she could do was lower her eyes and head under his gaze. She swallowed the tension in her throat as his breath wafted her nostrils.

'Please... stop this now.' She nearly wept in distress.

"Goodness gracious... you're driving me crazy," he mumbled, lips falling open. Her voice in his head was forcing him to cross the line even just a step to hear more of her thoughts. Lilou was learning to hide her thoughts behind that offended facade, and she was very good at it. Ismael wouldn't even know what she truly wanted if he didn't have a taste of her blood.

"Ple — please, let me go, my lord," she muttered in horror, hanging her head low to hide the dread filling her eyes.

"Is that what you truly want?" he returned, receiving nothing but silence as an answer. "Answer me honestly, Lilou."

His breathing grew heavy, waiting for her to look up before he continued. "If that is what you want, I will let you go. You just have to tell me while looking into my eyes. Just say, 'I don't want you,' and I will take it as face value."

Silence fell on them, holding each other's gazes. Her lips quivered as they parted, but her voice was stuck in her throat. She couldn't say those simple words even as a joke because deep down, she knew that wasn't the case.

'How... can I not want him? When I just fantasized about him touching me today?'

Samael stiffened as his pupils slightly dilated before the little flames behind those pairs of rubies blazed wildly.

"What did you say?" he blurted out, snapping her out of her trance.

"Huh?"

"Ah... damn..." he ground his teeth and pulled her wrist that was within his grip closer to him. His arm instantly wrapped around her waist, taking a step until her back hit the wall, confining her in his arms.

Her breath instantly hitched at his sudden aggression. She clutched his chest on instinct, eyes shaking at him.

"W — what...?" she stuttered, noticing the dangerous glint across his eyes as if all the layers to hide the monstrous beast behind unraveled. Her heart raced, beating twice faster than normal, making her catch up to her breathing.

Samael was breathing heavier, lowering his head until there was just a palm length away from their faces. His arm was pressing against the wall, squeezing her hip, barely stopping himself from ripping her clothes.

"Just say it," he demanded under his breath, his eyes burning, fangs letting themselves known just to intimidate her. "Say it, Lilou. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want me."

"I…" her breath hitched, body trembling in fear. "… you."

'I… I'm scared...'