Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 28: Informalities Between A Prisoner And Her Captor

Lady Karina pried her hand away, gazing into a face that was becoming increasingly handsome to her.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the rigid structures of his face and the sharp curve of his jawline.

The man was a mad and ruthless killer who had never known anything else.

And she was coming to sense that beneath the terror, there was much hidden that was unknown to the eye.

She should not have warmed up to him.

She berated herself for accepting him in any way.

But there was truth in her words when she told him that she had felt sorry for him; Orpheus Van Merikh had never tasted anything but death and destruction.

Murder and blood were the norms for him.

The lady whether he would ever come to understand and accept anything else with time.

"I am quite serious, my Lord," she whispered, her chest rising and falling.

Van Merikh watched her lips hungrily as she spoke. "And I have stated that I would adhere to your condition. What more do you demand, my lady?

His eyes wandered down over her collarbone, daring to tread lower where her chest rose and fell steadily, where the neckline of her dress showed quite a plump cleavage.

"I want you to swear it," Lady Karina answered, her breath nearly hitching as she watched where his eyes wandered.

Orpheus Van Merikh certainly wasn't shy or ashamed to let his gaze trail where it willed, nor was he bothered to make it discreet.

He tilted his head to the side, imagining what it would feel like to have the swell of her breast fit perfectly in his hand.

He'd seen the perfections of her nude body before.

He imagined what it would taste like to have the rosy buds between his lips and what reaction she would have while his hand would explore between her thighs.

His desire was raw and prominent in his eyes.

And she could see it.

The lady might not have been able to assume what details of his thoughts were but she could see the nature behind them.

It sent a strange, tingly sensation straight to her core.

The way the corner of his mouth curled up as he tilted his head, gazing intensely at the crevice between her breasts every time it showed when her chest fell whenever she exhaled.

Her cheeks were quickly burning with more shame than any she'd ever known in her life.

And then, her breath hitched again when Van Merikh's gaze flicked up sharply to meet hers.

"Then I swear to you, my lady, that I shall not do any of those heinous things." His voice was huskier than before.

"Good." Lady Karina began to realise the man had no intention of releasing her and she put her hands between them, lightly pushing against his chest. "Let go of me. I have to tend to your 'guests'."

Van Merikh didn't release her just yet for his eyes were not yet satisfied with their journey. His dual-coloured gaze raked over her more boldly than they ever had, lingering once more on her slender neck and the ripe swell of her bosom.

It was difficult to contain himself from dipping his head and leaving a mark on the softness.

"Since you only address me as 'my Lord' when you come to demand something, I will allow you to call me Orpheus when we are in private."

Lady Karina ceased her efforts to push him away, looking at him with astonishment.

"Orpheus?" She uttered questioningly.

"Aye, that is my name, my lady."

The lady found it rather strange that he was permitting her to address him informally.

Somehow their relationship was blurring the lines between captor and captive.

"Why would you...?" She began, her expression reflecting confusion but then she thought better of her question. "I am your prisoner, my Lord. We are not familiar with each other socially and we are certainly not courting. So, why would you have me address you so familiarly?"

Orpheus raised an eyebrow and gently released her.

The warm expression on his face had vanished since reality had now struck him.

"Because I wish it, you need no other reason, lady."

Her cheeks flushed with irritation and perhaps a hint of embarrassment.

"I have never heard of a prisoner addressing her captor so formally."

"And yet you have already confessed to not knowing a single thing of warfare," he countered. "I am a man who designs my own rules, Rina. 'Tis best if you simply learn to obey them."

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It was the second time he had addressed her by her nickname. This time, she caught it and wasn't very fond of him taking that liberty.

"Who has spoken to you of that name? Who has told you to call me Rina?" She fired her questions, setting her hands on her hips.

He had no right to call her that.

"I heard your father address you so."

She gritted her teeth.

"Even so, you have no right to address me that way because I did not grant you permission to use the name."

Orpheus crossed his arms, a bemused expression on his face. "And you would have me ask it?"

Lady Karina shrugged, attempting to appear indignant but not very convincing.

Orpheus laughed softly and it was the first time she had ever heard him do so. And when she glanced at him, his dimples were deep and his teeth straight and white.

The man had a very handsome smile when she stared longer than she should have.

And his laugh was rich, baritone, and sent strange vibrations through her body.

"As you wish," Orpheus said quietly. "I would like to address you as Rina now and then. Will you grant me your permission to do so, my lady?"

The man sounded like a gentleman.

And being as shocked as she was, Lady Karina found it difficult to refuse.

"Since you have requested it so politely, then I will grant it."

Orpheus bowed deeply. "Thank you, my lady." He took her hand and brought the back of it to his lips. "You are certainly most gracious."