《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 361 - How Precious!
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The sudden voice startled the maid whose face turned ashen as soon as she recognized the owner of such intimidating voice. Her face turned bloodless within a moment. She didn't expect Cedric to arrive at this time.
Wasn't he handling the court?
The maid backed in one side, hung her head low and spoke bowing at him a little,
" Your..Your.. Highness.."
Ayra switched her eyes on Cedric who had a smug smile hanging on his lips. Fiddling inside his pockets, he made his way inside, playful steps towards the two woman that he happened to hear arguing.
Well! It was one!
Ayra parted her lips, confused same alike the maid and asked pinching the hem of her dress,
" Weren't you supposed to be on Court?"
Cedric stopped towering oved her and replied with a playful shrug,
" Umm..I would have missed such a great show if I wasn't here, Princess. Aren't you happy that your knight armour has come here to save you?"
Ayra rolled her eyes, questioned with a smirk,
" Save me from what?"
Cedric shot a dagger glare to the maid who was standing beside him and appeared guilty on surface. His lips curved up into a malicious grin before uttering coldly,
" Perhaps a witch.."
Ayra followed his gaze that was resting on the maid and replied in sarcasm,
" Then you might have forgotten that I have killed a witch when I was seven."
Cedric chuckled at her response before turning his attention back on the maid to ask,
" What were you telling her earlier? Can you repeat those words please?"
The maid appeared uneasy but thinking of that passonate night she had with Cedric once, she became a little brave. She took a gulp before stating as in matter of fact,
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" Your highness! I .I was just trying to teach her the rules of our palace."
Cedric twisted his lips, amused by the courage that she got from somewhere and made a comment with deep voice,
" Correction! Her Palace! "
The maid's face grimaced further as she nodded in agreement before speaking out suturingly,
" Ye..Yess..."
Cedric cut off staring at her face deeply to assume her real motive,
" Who do you think that you are to teach her mannerism?"
The maid parted her lips to say something but no words came out since she held no position in this palace or in his heart. She could only admit her fault silently.
Cedric cracked into an evil laughter, stepped closer to blow hot breaths on the maid's cheeks. She turned flustered immediately, snapped her head aside to stare at Ayra provokingly.
Even Ayra was a little surprised to see their proximity. Cedric was oddly close to the maid who couldn't help but holding her breath in her throat. Her toes pressed against the floor uneasily as she inhaled long breaths to maintain her racing heart.
Cedric grinned further as his hand reached out to touch the maid's hand sensually. A shudder ran through the maid's body as if she would suffocate herself in pleasure.
Though Cedric didn't touch anywhere else but in her bare arms, she could still visualizing herself getting devoured by Cedric. Cedric didn't pause at that place. Helping the maid to drive in crazy thoughts, he continued his slow torture, caressed all the way around of her skin. His hand slowly crawled up towards her neck but sensually. The touch felt so good that the maid wished to moan erratically in sensation.
On the other side, Ayra was astounded in her spot. She didn't expect Cedric to behave so intimately with another woman in front of her eyes. She observed how skillfully Cedric ran his fingertips.
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Something knotted in her heart when she witnessed such in reality. She heard about his perverted nature but it was the first time, she was witnessing with her own eyes. Though logically saying, she shouldn't be angry because she didn't love him. She couldn't erase the discomfort of her heart.
Cedric gripped one side of that maid's collarbone roughly. A gasp more likely in pleasure came out from the maid's lips who was aroused by the grip that Cedric hold onto her.
Ayra's lips parted open in uneasiness. Her eyes lost the usual glim and replaced with a bit of darkeness. When she didn't pay attention on herself, her fists were clenching and reopening unknowingly.
Cedric gripped her collarbone harder, earning another gasp from the maid whose lips parted in awe shape. Eyes looked straight through Cedric eyes lustfully, the maid sucked a deep breath nervously.
Ayra was loosing her temper for some unknown reason. She didn't know how was she feeling but a part of her mind wasn't liking the way that Cedric was touching the maid.
Just at that moment, the maid saw something in Cedric's eyes. Her mouth hung open in awe as she screamed out fearfully.
Unfortunately it was her last scream that came out from her mouth. The following moment, Cedric yanked her head ahead slightly and disengaged her head from her body effortlessly.
Ayra gasped in astonishment and saw the headless body falling down on the ground numbly. She glared at it in disgust as she wasn't very familiar with often dead bodies.
Looking down at Cedric's grip that was holding the maid's head, she questioned with a gulp,
" Was it necessary to kill her?"
Cedric dropped the head in grimace. Grinning at his little frightened wife maliciously, he replied with a shrug before reaching out to wipe his hand in Ayra's gown,
" No!! But she had an annoying mouth.
I didn't like it. Besides have you noticed that she was nearly on the verge of moaning? God! How awful she would be sounded! "
Ayra narrowed her eyes at his stained hand and hissed stepping back to dodge his hold,
" What.. what are you doing? Why are you wiping this blood on my dress?"
Cedric replied between the innocent twinkle of his eyes,
" So that you can remember how precious you are to me ! "
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