Chapter 214 - Powerful Chords (1/2)

After speaking with King Alistair, Maxen dragged his feet to his bedroom. Although his conversation with his dad plagued his mind the entire time he was walking, his feet automatically stopped in front of the threshold of his bedroom.

For a second, he stood in front of the door to gather his bearings and clear his thoughts just in case he roused Olivia up in her sleep upon entering.

Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, he took one deep breath, releasing all his pent up stress through pursed lips.

His hand then wrapped around the brass doorknob, gingerly twisting it in a certain way he knew that it won't make a squeak.

After all, even with the utmost care and maintenance of The Highlands, most of the things inside were antique including the squeaking doorknob that Olivia loved to make fun of every time she got the chance to open the door for herself.

Closing the door, he toed his shoes off, one foot after the other, afraid that the scuffle of his shoes against the carpet would wake Olivia up from her sleep.

He left his pair of shoes in a corner, and tiptoed to their bedroom on the left side, passing by his private study first.

Guessing from the absence of any light, Maxen did his best to adjust his eyesight to the darkness, stretching an arm out just in case he hits something along the way.

He could open the light on his phone, but he was too lazy and the feeling of walking in the darkness of the night exhilarated him as if he was on a mission.

Maxen was in his A-game and his adrenaline was at an all-time high. His mission was to reach the ensuite without using any form of light and without making any noise as much as possible.

His footsteps were featherlight and his movement was fluid. To top it off, he hadn't broken a sweat yet.

Thump. Thump. Thump. He could hear his heartbeat ring in his ear. He just left his private study and crossed the line where a sleeping Olivia was waiting for him.

He had to triple his efforts on achieving his personal goal of entering his own bedroom like a thief in the night.

”What the heeeeeeck!!!” Maxen shrieked, his lungs collapsed from sheer terror when a cold hand wrapped around his ankle.

He wiggled his leg to free himself from the clutches of the poltergeist who got lost and wandered in his bedroom but it wouldn't let go of his foot.

The guards wanted to scratch their heads. Another false alarm. They were itching for some action and this was all they got. Little did they know the action they wished for would cost them their lives in the future.

”You're dismissed,” Maxen barked, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g his wrist to shoo the guards out of the bedroom.

His lips quivered and annoyance painted his face, but it slowly turned into a helpless smile. ”I almost died, baby,” he said, shaking his head.

”I know,” Olivia agreed. She then lied down on her side and propped her head on her knuckle.

She was smiling oh so sweetly at Maxen, her back-up plan just in case her prank backfires. ”That's some powerful chords you have, Max.”

”Not as powerful as your chords when I make you come. Am I right?”

”Why don't we try to find out?” Olivia challenged, c.o.c.king an eyebrow at Maxen who was now up on his feet.

In an instant, Maxen scooped her off the floor and threw her on the bed. She bounced as she landed on the mattress, and her giggles reverberated in the bedroom. However, her giggles died down when Maxen chained her on the bed with his weight, his steel rod erection pressed in between her t.h.i.g.hs.

She swallowed nothing but a ball of air in her throat. ”Is this your punishment?” Olivia asked, circling the tip of her nose against his. She knew he did that on purpose, tempting her with his promise of euphoria so she would crave his touch and submit to his will.

”Nope. You said you want to try. Am I correct?”

”I did.”