75 Forbidden boundaries- Part 1 (2/2)

”Warren can go to hell,” was his simple answer.

”You are a rude person,” she stated looking down at the scattered pearls on the carpeted floor, ”You broke the necklace which he gave me as a present!” she heard him sigh.

He ran his fingers over his bronze like brown hair like he was thinking about something before he pulled her back with one of his hand. His eyes peered down at her dauntingly.

”You might have been offered as a truce before but now things have changed. Your finger might have been occupied by Warren but,” his finger traveled her throat to her chest where her heart was beating, ”This one belongs to me...” it was enough to get her heart beat rapidly to make him smile, bringing the dimple back on his cheek. His even temper unnerved her, ”I want you, is it that hard to understand?”

”You can't!” she whispered flustered, ears turning red.

”Why not? Don't you want me, darling?” his velvet like voice reached her ears which seemed sweet.

How could she answer to that, she thought to herself. Lord Nicholas was a man who killed birds for enjoyment. A few days ago he killed a man without remorse or second thought. She was aware of the fact that the lord had frequent female visitors whom he bedded and drank blood from. It was something that had slipped from Warren unintentionally before he covered it up with another matter quickly. Heidi was no one to judge the man, she loved him but that didn't mean she had the right to criticize the way he lived his life. And as gleeful his words sounded right now, she knew it wasn't right.

”What's the matter?” He was being unfair by using that gentle tone of his! He spoke to her as if, if he raised a tone higher she would shatter like a delicate vase, ”Is it not what you want?”

”Is this what you want?” she questioned him back, her eyes not blinking for a second as she stared back at him with the same intensity. Before he could answer her, she continued, ”Pardon me milord but your words are hard to believe,” she waited for him to laugh it off like before when he had asked her to marry him, to tell he was joking but he didn't.

”Alright,” he said letting go of her waist with a smile. Giving her the space she had been needing since he had kissed her, ”I don't think I will get my answer while you are so intent in dodging my questions,” if she wanted to play cat and mouse, he was all for it, ”Shall we call it a night then?”

”Yes,” she murmured and she began walking towards the door. Placing her hand on the door handle, she went to turn it around when two swift knocks were heard on the other side of the door.

”Master.”

It was one of the maids of the mansion.