Chapter 6 The Taste Of Blood

The bathroom door swung open all of a sudden, and revealed a man in a bathrobe. He was wearing the bathrobe in such a loose way that it draped open to reveal swathes of perfectly tan skin. Coupled with the man's royal temperament, Cara could feel herself drooling.

"Sir, I've given serious consideration to this matter," she purred, still gazing at his form. "You're in quite excellent shape. I'm willing to be your lover if you're willing not to desert me."

She slanted her lips into a smile, two sweet dimples appearing on her cheeks. Like a coy little fairy, her darling eyes winked at him.

"Come here, Cara!"

He remained standing in the middle of the hall, and beckoned her with a crook of his finger, like a master calling for his obedient pet dog. From start to finish, he truly was as arrogant as some indifferent, noble emperor.

She got up and sauntered towards him with an inviting smile. As she walked, the fruit knife remained hidden in her sleeve, held tightly to prevent it from being revealed.

"Sir..."

She stopped in front of him and stood on tippy toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck like a lover.

Nehemiah breathed in her scent deeply. It was pleasant, sweet yet not overly so. He couldn't help but return her embrace.

He grasped her slender waist with one hand and tugged her even closer in his arms. "Little siren," he murmured.

She chuckled in return and leaned forward into his grasp, pressing her lips against him. In the blink of an eye, the fruit knife flashed out of her sleeve and was placed right at his throat.

"Let me go, or I'll cut your throat!"

'She's a wild pussycat! Hah, it seems my warning didn't work at all, ' Nehemiah thought in irritation, even as the fruit knife lingered near his flesh. 'I suppose it's time to teach her a lesson in how to behave well.'

"Cara, do you even know where the blood vessel is? Have you actually killed someone before?"

Despite the blade near his neck, there was no panic in the man's deep, dark eyes. Instead, he looked as calm and relaxed as ever, as if he was simply watching a good show.

Under his patient gaze, Cara grew flustered at his lack of reaction. Her hands, previously so steady, began to tremble. "I think I can do it!" she cried out. "Don't you dare look down on me! I can still cut your throat open if I tried! I don't need to know anything about blood vessels to do that!"

"Well, go ahead and do it then! After all, how can I let go of my prey?"

The only sign of emotion in him was a narrowing of the eyes. Besides that, he looked calm as usual, as if they were having a pleasant conversation.

His serene demeanor seemed to drain Cara of her strength however, and her wrist grew limp. The fruit knife bobbed down away from his neck.

"I swear, I really am going to do something if you keep standing here doing nothing!"

Still, she found some strength to scream at him in anger.

Suddenly, the room spun around wildly, disorienting Cara. After a brief moment, she realized Nehemiah had swung her into his arms and was carrying her somewhere.

"Put me down. What are you doing?" she sputtered as she was carried. "Are you listening to me? Put me down!"

In her surprise, she let go of the fruit knife, and it fell to the ground with a clinking noise.

Nehemiah looked down at the struggling woman in his arms, and leaned down. He murmured to her, with a warning in his tone, "Right now, the more you move, the more my lust is being ignited."

As he'd expected, Cara immediately froze, staying unmoving in his arms like a dead fish.

"Okay then. I won't move and you won't either." In contrast to her earlier burst of bravery, she was timid now as she looked up at him with fear. Her wide eyes shone with vigilance and caution, and to him, they seemed even brighter than the stars in the sky.

Gazing down at her, Nehemiah's breathing grew heavy and slow. Having sex with her was like a drug. He'd only done it once and yet here he was, already addicted to the sensation. The way she stared at him didn't help either. Her blazing eyes stirred his blood, and he rasped, "I like it when you stare at me like that, you know. You don't realize how much it makes me want to swallow you whole."

Being so close to each other, his breath fell upon her as he spoke, and his words fell like a warm breeze upon her skin.

"I want you now."

He lowered his head and before she could react, bit her flesh hard until he could taste something warm and salty.

She stared at him incredulously as he leaned back, displaying his tongue at her. He grinned back in self-satisfaction, looking just like a vampire about to suck the blood from his prey.

"Bastard! You big jerk! I did what you asked and I didn't move. But look at what you did to me anyway!