---- outfit, she was busy, lost in her own world, washing the dishes.
I stop to heave a deep breath.
Leaning against the threshold, I stare at her and she stands oblivious to my presence.
Her fingers were pale and pruned, after running under the cold water for so long.
Sweat was running down her chin to fall into the pit of her cleavage.
And her eyes stand lowered blankly staring at the plates.
I hear her sniffle.
As if she is crying.
And then she rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and resumes her work.
Silence stretches in the kitchen.
Everyone was celebrating outside and she was here ---- eee alone.
Cleaning the dirty plates of the guests.
Walking closer to her on silent steps I stand behind her and she was too oblivious to even notice.
Her small waist tempts me, inviting me to touch it and I couldn't help wrap my arms around her waist from behind.
She freezes immediately.
Good evening, doll.
I whisper in her ear and her stiffbody relaxes.
A smile forms on my lips.
She may not like it, but her body literally begs for me to touch her.
What are you doing here alone when everyone is celebrating outside? ---- Linhale her scent while rubbing my nose along her jawline and I saw her gulp.
Her hands refuse to stop washing the dishes.
And I grab the plate from her hands and put it aside Turning her attention to just one thing.
Me She doesn't answer.
Not even a word.
And I wrap my hand around her neck from behind to tilt her chin.
The hickeys I left on her are almost gone.
It seems I need to give her fresh ones.
T suck on her skin And she bites her lip.
Struggling.
---- eee = Ts my doll not happy with me becoming the werewolf King? Aren't you going to wish me? I question deliberately and she seethes through gritted teeth.
Her knuckles white as she holds the shelf in iron hold.
The only thing I wish for? Is your death.
A chuckle escapes my lips and I pull back from her.
Grabbing an apple from the basket, I chomp on it to look at her.
My body leaning against the drawers.
Damn Doll.
You sound sadistic.noveldrama
Am I having a bad influence on you? Textend my free hand to wipe away the tears still staining her cheeks and she moves aside her head to
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