51 Chapter 51: Most Men (1/2)

SALEM: Most men would consider themselves fortunate in this situation. I felt her soft breasts press through the fabric of her dress, the scent of her breath on my lips, her eyes looking into mine.

But I felt nothing but fear.

There was nothing remotely romantic about Elina. Not because she wasn't attractive. Far from it. But it was the look in her eyes.

Giddy madness.

A child given the power of a king.

It wasn't a look that would inspire tenderness in a man. Quite the opposite.

She prodded my face, waiting for my answer.

”Hmmm, Salem?”

I heaved out a breath.

I said, ”You snuck out first. We lied to each other. So let's call it even.”

She shook her head. ”No, no~ I never lied to you. I never pretended to do something I wasn't.” She put a finger on my lips. ”But you made me think you were asleep when you were not.”

I wanted to point out that by sneaking out, she was trying to make me think she was in the room when she actually wasn't. Which was a form of deception. A lie. But the pulsing silver in her eyes made me think that talking back was a bad idea for now.

I said, ”How do you want to punish me?”

”Hmmm~”

A hand on my chest. It traveled downwards, past my stomach and felt my thighs. Squeezed them.

”Maybe I should cut off your legs? Or maybe your arms? Or take one of your eyes?”

”Isn't that a bit much?”

”A deceitful man must learn his lesson~”

I kept my fear away from my face. Didn't let it show.

Elina shouldn't kill me. At least not now. Not here. Because if she wanted to, she'd have already done it.

But she was the kind who could kill like she could breathe. Without a thought. Without remorse. Like it was fun.

Better to give into her demands than to resist.