In the black-and-white-themed bedroom, Estelle's fate looked even bleaker. The dim lighting made her flushed skin glisten with sweat. Her petite body lay helplessly on the lap of the mansion's master. The poison she had ingested was beginning to show its effects. Her legs were weak, barely able to move, and her arms were no different.
Meanwhile, Hector's strong hands were already roaming. Each touch sent unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body, a sensation she had never experienced before. He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, his lips pressing against her shoulder. Reddish marks appeared on her skin as a result of his rough kisses.
"Stop it!" Estelle hissed.
Hector chuckled between kisses. His grip tightened as he buried his face against her chest, savoring the delicious aroma that clung to the alluring twin mounds beneath her garments. He took a small bite, causing a loud gasp from her lips.
"I told you to stop!" she whispered weakly.
Lifting his head, Hector studied her beautiful face. A crooked smile appeared as he watched her.
"You have never done this with another man, have you?" he asked, before kissing one of her breasts and leaving his mark there.
Her lovely face flushed red. Estelle did not answer, but Hector already knew. He knew for certain that the girl in his arms was a pristine jewel, untouched by any other man. He will be the one and only man who touched her alluring body. He is the one who will own every part of her.
"I will teach you," he said softly. "I am sure you will enjoy it."
Instead of protesting, she turned her face away. She had no strength to speak. Her body grew weaker until it finally collapsed fully into Hector's embrace. Damn it. If she were in proper condition, she would have slapped him without hesitation.
Hector's hand gently patted her back, while the other arm remained wrapped around her slender waist.
"The poison is starting to take effect," he whispered. "I will give you the antidote. But only if you agree to do whatever I ask. Do you agree?"
There was no answer. Her petite body could only surrender to the growing pain as her strength faded. Suddenly, Hector's hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Your answer, Little Lioness?" he murmured with a smile. "If you can't speak, just blink."
No. Estelle would never allow herself to be Hector's toy for the rest of her life. If she surrendered now, Hector would turn her into nothing more than his exclusive bed-warmer. For now, it would be better to reclaim control of her body and plan her escape later.
Her beautiful eyes blinked. She didn't surrender, she did that to rebuild the hope that would one day destroy Hector.
His smile widened. He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small bottle filled with blue liquid. He poured it into his mouth, then took it to the girl's lips. When their lips met, Estelle felt the thick liquid flow down her throat. Gradually, her body began to recover.
Strangely, as her strength returned, Hector did nothing but hold her. His hand patted her back, almost as if he was offering comfort.
"Feeling better?" he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Slowly, the pain faded. She could move her hands again. Lifting her head, Estelle stared at Hector with suspicion.
"If you can glare at me like that," Hector chuckled, touching her chin, "then you should be able to pay the price for the antidote, shouldn't you?"
She remained silent.
His patience snapped. Without warning, Hector claimed her lips. Estelle pounded her fists against his chest, but his strength far exceeded hers. He held her tightly, one hand gripping the back of her head to deepen the kiss.
"Sweet… very sweet and soft," he murmured between their ragged breaths.
Their lips met again. Hector ignored her struggles. Her kicking feet became a futile resistance. Then, as she moved, her most sensitive part accidentally pressed against something hard beneath her core. Hector let out a sharp hiss.
"Behave, sweetheart," he whispered, tightening his hold. "You've awakened a legendary sword that's been sleeping far too long."
"Wha-What—"
Before she could finish, Estelle cried out as one of Hector's arms wrapped around her while the other guided her hips, moving her up and down. Her face turned red as her core rubbed against the hardness that was still concealed by his trousers. Strange sensations spread through her body, leaving her hot and weak.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Hector made her grind faster. Her cries echoed as the bulge struck her more forcefully.
He grinned. "Do you like it?"
"No way!" Estelle hissed, though her body had gone limp, unable to resist any longer.
Her head fell on his chest as tears streamed down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip, fighting not to make a sound, while Hector continued moving relentlessly. He moved faster until a growl escaped his mouth, and Estelle felt a sudden warmth below. Without realizing it, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Hearing that, Hector smiled proudly. Ah, his girl felt it too. For a brief moment, they remained in each other's arms. Estelle noticed that the "seat" beneath her was slowly softening.
"Little Lioness," Hector whispered, kissing her neck and shoulders. "It wouldn't be fair if only I enjoyed myself, would it?"
Before Estelle could process his words, he laid her down on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. When Hector smirked, horror filled her eyes. She squeezed her legs together, holding herself defensively.
"N-No! Please!" Estelle pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.
Seeing her fear, Hector's grin faded, replaced by a cold stare. He froze when he watched her trembling form. Then he changed his mind. He pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, lighting a cigar from his suit pocket and exhaling slowly.
Damn, the ache in his groin returned as he watched her cry. He was a normal man, and there was no way he wouldn't be aroused by the sight of a beautiful girl in tears beneath him. To Hector, it was unbearably sensual.
"I'm being generous tonight," he said. "I'll let you go this time. But there won't be a next."
Estelle said nothing. She curled into herself, clutching her thin nightdress to cover her small body. Seeing this, Hector stood and fetched a blanket.
But the moment he returned, he suddenly moved faster, wrapping her tightly in the blanket and pulling her into his arms. At the same time, the glass windows shattered. Gunshots rang out, bullets striking furniture and shattering objects in that room.
Startled, Estelle froze in terror. Her hands clenched tightly around Hector's suit, and her eyes widened in horror. Hector reacted quickly. He carried her to the bathroom and locked the door. Setting her down, he pulled a pistol from his pocket.
"Stay close to me," he whispered.
"What's happening?!" Estelle asked, her voice trembling.
Hector glanced at her briefly, but then his blue eyes scanned the room while his hand was preparing for his gun.
"Are they trying to kill you?" she asked.
He chuckled. "Why? Thinking of teaming up with them?"
She frowned. His joke wasn't funny at all.
"You'd better not die," Estelle snapped, tightening the blanket around herself. "I'm the one who's supposed to kill you!"
"Such an unusual way to encourage someone," Hector laughed.
Gunfire echoed outside as Nightwood's security team engaged the attackers. Fortunately, they arrived quickly, and the situation came under control.
"Master? Are you inside?" Someone called from behind the door. It was Mattheo's voice.
"Is everything secure?" Hector asked.
"Yes. All intruders have been captured, but most of them are dead."
"Good. I'm coming out."
Hector moved to open the door. But then, Estelle poked him from behind.
"What?" he asked as he turned his head.
"You are bleeding," she said as she pointed at his abdomen.
Hector followed her gaze and saw his waist soaked in dark red blood, dripping onto the marble floor. The stinging pain from his wound appeared.
"Ah, damn it…" he muttered, leaning against the door.
Estelle rushed forward, grabbing his collar and glaring at him.
"Don't you dare to die!" she hissed. "You're not allowed to die by anyone's hand except mine!"
Hector laughed weakly, his eyes dim yet still arrogant.
"Don't worry," he said with a smug smirk. "I won't die before I take your innocence and make you carry my child."
"You! Perverted bastard!"
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