I did everything to avoid him. Scrubbed
floors in the east wing twice even though they
haven't been walked on, just to stay away from
his scent— from his eyes.
But Mikhailov Manor had its own hunger.
Every corner she turned, he was there.
Reading by the grand fireplace. Practicing
piano with his fingers like silk. Appearing at the
end of the hallway just as she passed. Never
speaking. Just watching.
My skin flushed like someone was watching
me. It made me clumsy.
Once Madam Masha called me to bring over a
vase and I knocked it over. I nearly cried.
"You!" She snapped.
"I'm sorry ma. I don't know what came over
me."
I bowed my head, trembling and stammering.
"im just going to let this slide because I like
you."
"T-Thank you. Thank you ma."
"It's fine. Raise your head. Just don't be clumsy
next time. And rest. You need it."
I raised my head.
"Y-Yes ma."
I left as she dismissed me. I went to my room
and lay on my bed. I removed my shirt looking
at the mark that had appeared a little above my
left nipples.
That night he came again. In my dreams.
The place was dark. Candles lit everywhere.
I was naked, bound with chains around my
wrist. My hands raised above my head. Legs
raised slightly up and spread out like eagle
wings. My white hair spread against the soft
pillow like a white sheep in the midst of black.
The bold mark 'A' was glowing red, my left
nipples hurt badly.
"Ahhh it hurts. I screamed—"
Then a sound. Like a breeze, a tall figure
emerged. He was shirtless. Tattoos almost
everywhere. His arms, ribs, chest. His
breathing heavy. His eyes glowed red. I could
feel his stare in my bones.
His hunger.
His need.
As he walked slowly, Each step made my heart
race.
"Mr Aristarkh. P-Please this is a mistake."
I said in a trembling voice.
He chuckles darkly.
"It's no mistake pet."
He was now in front of the bed. He kissed my
feets slowly up. he lowered him self
in-between my thigh.
"No. Please!"
I tried closing my leg but the chains were too
strong. It kept pulling my thighs apart.
He pulled me by my hips forward.
He reaches my soft warmth and began sniffing.
"You speak against this but your body… says
different. It's calling me."
"No. HNGH, sir-sir. I-I don't"
"Shh."
He commands softly.
He grips my thighs and spread them wildly. His
claws dug into my flesh drawing blood.
"Beg me! Tell me to suck it. Tell me to eat you
out! Now!"
The pain on my left nipples increased.
"No. No. It hurts!"
"Your body knows what it wants. It calls me"
he muttered
"Why am I experiencing this. I'm still a Virgin,
you're my lord, who I've spoken to only once!"
I screamed.
"You want to know?" he asked coldly .
"Y-Yes please sir-sir"
"Then beg me. Beg me to Free you from that
pain."
"P-Please, p-please free me. Free me from this
pain—"
He captures my pussy lips before I could even
finish my sentence and start sucking hard.
I trembled, my wrist struggled against the
chains.
He moans around it, licking and sucking it.
He spreads my pussy lips with both thumbs.
sucking and biting my clit softly.
My eyes rolled back in unwanted pleasure.
I trembled.
I squirmed but his grip on my thigh was firm.
He pulls back enough to speak.
"stop squirming."
He dives his tongue back into my pussy.
Tongue-fucks my warm hole. His claws dug into
my thigh. Blood streaming down.
I screamed and trembled as I neared my
release.
With a loud moan, I squirted directly into his
mouth.
My legs trembled.
He lapped it up like it was his last meal.
The pain on my left nipples subsided.
I woke up on my bed sweating and trembling. I
sat up immediately. Cleaning the beads of
sweat on my forehead with the back of my
hand.
"It's just a dream, I muttered to myself."
But to him it wasn't a dream
Down the West Wing, he smirked to him self.
"Mine."
The next day I woke up and showered. Another
mark on my left nipple. In order. This time it
was the letter 'R'.
"What's this?" I asked my self.
"I thought it will go, he told me he'd—"
I sat on the bed and picked my phone
up, browsing about the marks.
"Curses, curses, curses." I placed my head in
my palms from disappointment and decided to
go visit my sister, Anya in the hospital. Today is
my leave day.
I stood up and showered before dressing.
I spoke to madam Masha before leaving.
I entered a cab to the hospital immediately.
"Hey!" I called out, entering her room.
She ran and hugged me immediately at first
glance.
"I miss you." She muttered softly with a smile.
I smiled back and sat down on the bed, pulling
her gently to do same.
"I hope you're taking your medications and
you're resting well?"
She smiled softly.
"Yes sis."
She was pale skin with blonde hair and blue
eyes. She was suffering from heart problems.
She was just seven years old but strong.
"Here, I got you this."
I stretched out my hand.
"Yay! Ice cream she shouted excitedly."
"Yeah, your favorite" I ruffled her hair.
She began eating.
"Gosh the weather is bad. I hope it doesn't rain
badly. I have to get back before 7pm."
I turned to Anya who's already lost in her world
of ice cream.
I chuckled softly.
"I'm just gonna take a nap on the couch."
I went and lay down quietly on the couch.
I woke up later by the sound of the
thunders. The time was 7 30 pm.
"Gosh no. No. Anya I told you to wake— never
mind."
She was sleeping. I kissed her forehead before
rushing out of the room.
They were barely any cab. I was completely
soaked despite having umbrella. Just when I
wanted to give up. An expensive Mercedes car
stopped over.
A tall handsome man with pale skin came down
with a much bigger umbrella than mine.
His Back was broad in his expensive suit.
He had no bodyguards despite his wealth.
"Are you okay. It's pouring." he asked gently in
a deep voice.
"I'm-I'm fine."
I replied in trembling tone.
"come on. You're trembling. Let me drop you
off. I promise I'm a good person. I don't bite.
He was also getting soaked and I had no other
means of transportation so I followed him.
"Uhm fine. Thank you very much."
He opened the door for me and I entered.
He entered the driver's seat and started driving.
"Let me turn on the heater for you."
"Th-Thank you" I muttered softly.
"Your hair is pretty. I feel like I've seen you
some where. What's your name?"
"Uhm Anastasia."
I replied not looking at his face once.
He raised my head up with his hands by my
chin to look at him.
"Remember me? We went to the same
orphanage… you're that white hair girl."
He chuckles softly with a smirk.
"I'm Ivanov vasilev."
My eyes widen. He pulls his hand back slowly.
"Yes I remember. I remember."
He chuckles again.
"Yeah you were always shy back then.
You're getting bolder now. I'm proud of you."
"Th-Thank you."
I bow my head, blushing softly.
"You look beautiful. You've grown up so… well."
His eyes dropped to my chest.
"Y-Yes thank you. I smiled obliviously to his
eyes."
"So where were you coming from."
"Uhm the hospital. My sister is sick. Still sick."
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. I remembered her.
Still that heart problem?"
"Yes."
I frown and bow my head quietly.
"She's a strong girl. Alot of people won't survive
this far. So what do you do."
He changed the topic immediately.
"Uhm… I work as a maid in a mansion."
"What's the address. I'll drop you off. It's no
longer pouring."
I told him the place and he dropped me off at
the gate.
Before I could come down, he came down and
opened the door for me.
"Th-Thank you Ivanov."
He closed the door softly as I came down.
Little did I know, Lord Aristarkh had been
watching me, having arrived few minutes ago in
his expensive sports car.
Ivanov hugged me. My eyes widen
unexpectedly but I accepted since it has been
long we met.
"Have a good night and… give me your
number."
I gave him my number as he pulled back from
the hug.
"Bye. Thank you."
He entered his car and drove off.
Aristarkh jaw clenched almost at the point of
breaking. His fangs and claws extended at my
scent. His breathing became heavy. His nails
dug into his palm, drawing blood. He stared,
watched with anger. and something else…
I entered into the mansion through the gate
and straight to my room.
I showered and dressed in a hoodie and
pajamas pant before lying on my bed.
The pain on my left nipple began. It hurt more
than it had ever hurt before.
"Ahhh!"
I screamed, removing the hoodie. It was
already past 11pm.
It got worse. I sat up, holding my breast, trying
to ease the pain but it wasn't helpful.
"Ahhh! I need to go to him."
I muttered to myself.
"There… must be a reason behind this."
I stood up from my bed, stumbling slightly.
I didn't even bother to dress properly.
I was wearing a tank top and pajamas pant.
I made my way to the West Wing. When I
reached his door I found his butler.
"Please, let me in sir Dimitri vasin.
"
"My lord is not to be disturbed by this time.
What is it—"
A voice came in from inside demanding he let
me in.
I came in, stumbling and wincing in pain as it
increased more. My right hand was still on my
left breast.
"what did you do to me. Make. Make it stop.
Please. Please."
I passed out from the pain.
He chuckles darkly.
He stood up.
Tall.
Broad.
Tattoos almost all over.
He took small steps and carried me to his bed,
laying me down gently.
"Mine."