CHAPTER 44
The door knob twisted and the sound had Amara turn around. She watched as Martha entered. A small smile resting on her lips. Amara smiled back. “Good morning. How are you?”
“That should be my line.” Martha rolled her eyes and Amara giggled like a child as she helped Martha placing the tray of food on the bedside table. “Here, eat your breakfast. I’ll bring your medicines.”
Martha said and Amara nodded like an obedient child. Martha smiled and walked to the door.
Amara’s stomach growled at the sight of food as she dipped the spoon into the warm soup and was about to scoop up the rest when she heard it.
The familiar click of the lock. Frowning she looked at the closed door for a moment. Did she lock it?
Something panic swept through her as she confusedly moved the tray aside and moved towards the door, hoping it might be all her paranoia. Martha wouldn’t lock the door.
But when she grabbed the knob and twisted it, her frown deepened.
“Why is it locked?” She mumbled to herself. Frowning she tried to open the door again but it didn’t budge.
Reality settled over her. Martha locked her in. Though Amara didn’ t know why she did it, she knew it must be Kaelith who told her to.
Sighing in defeat, she huffed and sat on the bed without touching the food.
When Martha returned with her medicines, she frowned at Amara’s pout and sulky eyes. “You didn’t eat the food? Is something missing? I tasted it beforehand, it was good—”
“Did he tell you to lock the door?” Amara fired with questions. Martha stilled and then tried to feign ignorance. The girl was already physically hurt, she didn’ t want to cause her emotional pain.
“What?” Martha mumbled with an awkward laugh.
Amara narrowed her eyes crossing her arms across her chest. Her eyes filled with disappointment.
“Why lock the door when you know I cannot go anywhere?” Martha looked at her and then sighed.
“Master De Luca was just being careful…” Amara snapped.
“I told you I hate being treated this way. I am not a child who needs protection or anything. He knows I cannot run from him then locking me up like an animal?” Amara’s voice filled with tears. She hated being treated like this.
Martha sighed again and grabbed Amara’s shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“ Amara…” Amara shrugged her shoulders and pulled away turning around with her back towards Martha.
“I don’t want to eat, please. I no longer have an appetite.” She mumbled with a small voice.
“Child—” Martha started but Amara’s voice just got more intense.
“Please, Martha. Just leave me for some time.”
Martha contemplated looking at the food and the medicines.
She must tell Kaelith about this. Amara heard the door opening and closing with a locking sound.
When she looked over her shoulder, Martha was not there.
Amara glanced at the food. No matter how delicious the food looked, she wouldn’t touch that unless she was treated the right way.
Kaelith couldn’t just ask his people to lock her in. It wasn’t like she’d ever run away.
Not even five minutes had passed when Amara heard the door opening. Expecting it to be Martha, Amara looked over her shoulder and her breath hitched.
Kaelith entered in all his glory. His eyes immediately found her, sitting on the bed wearing another one of the lingeries he brought for her. Now that he saw her in those flimsy little dresses, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts roam.
Amara studied him. Like always he wore a white button down, crisp and neat. She didn’t even know how he managed to change into them when she was in his room. Did he have another room for himself?
The first two buttons were undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The trimmed scrubby beard and perfectly styled hair add four moons to his captivating manliness.
As if sensing her gaze on him, Kaelith chuckled. Amara’s heart stopped beating for a moment as she blinked blankly at him. He gave her a once-over before tilting his head to the side.
Amara was visibly paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze.
“Why haven’t you eaten yet?” He asked.
Amara recalled the reason she was angry at him and narrowed her eyes. To him, she just looked like a small kitten scorning at him.
“Do I look like an animal to you? Why did you ask Martha to lock me up? I won’t be surprised if you start putting a leash on my neck to keep me in control.” She snapped.
Kaelith raised his brow wondering where this was coming from and the. He recalled that he instructed Martha to keep the door locked. He knew Amara wouldn’t hesitate if she was given an opportunity, and this was what would cause problems for him.
He took a slow yet predatory step towards her.
Her keen eyes filled with anticipation and something even unknown to her as she watched him walking towards her.
Tall and masculine. Her eyes unconsciously wandered to his biceps as they flexed with the way he was moving, the buttons of the shirt holding on for dear life.
Her throat suddenly felt patched as timidly tried to scramble away. But Kaelith was faster, his large hand was moving to settle over the side of her face making her breath hitch and her insides tingle.
“Now that you said it,” he muttered looking down at her lips. “I don’t think you need a leash around your neck, little one.” His voice became husky and deep. “My hands are enough.” The width of his palm enclosed her throat as he pulled her to his chest.
A breathless gasp left Amara’ s lips as she looked startled at him. The intense heat in his eyes scared yet excited the untouched nerves within. Just like he was touching her hidden parts with just his eyes alone.
Kaelith could see her heart beating in her eyes, so innocent that it irked him to do lewd things to her. To taint her innocence with his corrupted heart. To bask her in his chaos.
Kaelith’s gaze drifted to her lips as the distance between them reduced to just breathless silence. He contemplated. If he kissed her now, there wouldn’t be any self-control left in him. And once his control slipped, he’d let his animalistic instincts take over.
“Kaelith…” Kaelith groaned at the way she whimpered his name. How would it feel to make her completely his? The thought had his blood rushing.
“Shh…you have been a bad girl, Amara. It’s only wise of me to punish you.
” Amara’s eyes widened. Before she knew it, his palm moved down to the straps of her lingerie as he roughly pulled it down her arms. A wail escaped her lips as he pushed her back and hovered over her.
“Are you afraid?” He asked genuinely amused.
Eyes flickered to the swell of her breasts as her chest heaved up and down.
He brushed his knuckles behind her ear and down her neck.
“I can feel your heart beating. Is it because of fear, or something else…”
He let his words linger. Amara didn’ t knew what was happening to her. With Rafael she was afraid to be intimate, the one who was her husband, but with him, with Kaelith, it was all different. She resisted it, yet wanted it. The turmoil was too much to keep her senses in check.
She placed her trembling hands on his chest and tried to push him.
Kaelith chuckled grabbing her wrist. “Is it supposed to hurt me?” He tilted his head and placed a lingering kiss on her wrist. Amara’s cheeks flushed, the red hue slowly travelling down her neck to her chest. Kaelith watched with his hooded eyes biting his lips.
“You like my kisses, don’t you?” Kaelith muttered as his pants tightened.
She drew in a shaky breath, his words leaving her flustered as she shook her head, but words seemed to die in her throat. “I-I-“
Losing the battle of his self-control, Kaelith let out an impatient growl. She didn’t know when his hand was wrapping around her throat and when his lips were colliding with hers.
She felt her senses eluding her as he kissed her deeply.
Kaelith couldn’t understand how could a small woman like her affect him in the worst possible ways.
Like she just ignited the flames of desire inside him lighting the untouched part of him.
It was feral and downright crazy. A strong insane desire to claim her as his wholly engulfed him.
Amara tried to push him away when she couldn’ t breathe any longer. Her small hands rested upon his naked chest but he hardly budged. Taking her small dainty wrists between his strong hands, he unknowingly crushed them between his palms as he slid her hands down his chest.
His touches were unapologetic, impatient, and greedy. The kiss wasn’ t enough anymore. He needed more. Something that could sedate the monsters howling inside him.
Amara flinched in shock and shame as his large palm cupped her breast and kneaded it like clay. A startling yelp escaped her mouth into his as he growled in pure bliss.
When Amara struggled more, he quickly took both of her wrists between his one and pinned them above her head. His mouth capturing hers once again and free palm kneaded her breast. So soft, so squeezable.
Amara felt threatened the way he was being with her. She whimpered shaking her head feeling dizzy. He pinned her legs between his strong thighs deterring her escape.
Kaelith cursed under his breath when she bit down on his lips.
He bunched the lingerie upto her waist and slipped his hand into her panties. Amara shuddered the moment his cold fingers rubbed between her lower lips.