Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 64: A Devil’s Touch Is The Truest Form Of Temptation

"Did you expect Lady Drosera to starve in the vault?" Lady Karina gathered her wits and spoke firmly this time. She hid her hands behind her back for they were trembling; whether from the cold or fear, she did not know.

Orpheus raised an eyebrow at her question.

"I understand she is to be punished, but she is not an animal," Lady Karina continued, her pretty emerald eyes flashing almost defiantly. "Your knights would not allow me to go to her, so I sought my own way of doing it. I merely wanted to bring her food."

Orpheus studied her features carefully, searching for any signs of deceit, but it seemed the lady could be formidable when she wanted to.

There were no signs of a lie, as much as he had searched for one.

"That does not excuse the fact that you disobeyed my orders," Orpheus replied acerbically.

"I believe you told your knights that I was allowed free rein within this castle," she bit back, trying to keep her heartbeat steady. "Am I to presume that was a lie then, my lord?"

Lyall was yet again stunned to see the lady talking back as boldly as she did to Orpheus.

None had ever gotten away and lived to tell the tale after speaking back to Orpheus with such a brazen attitude.

And he knew his liege certainly wasn't fond of the lady disrespecting him in front of his men; hence, he promptly took his leave without Orpheus needing to tell him.

"Nay, it was not a lie, my lady," Orpheus stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist to yank her against his body.

She gasped, her hands flying to rest on his firm chest, which she could feel the definitions of now that he was wearing a skin-tight sleeveless vest that was high-collared.

Under the moonlight filtering in from the window, she could see his handsome features clearly and the way the moonlight reflected off his dark curly hair with a sheen effect.

It was difficult not to admire him at such close distance, and even reminding herself of the resolve she made earlier did little to ease her case.

Orpheus lifted her chin, his eyes softening unexpectedly. "Why did you leave your chambers barefoot?"

That was not the question she was expecting.

"I...I didn't want to be heard," she answered, almost murmuring, turning her head away.

"You danced beautifully earlier," he complimented, making her immediately shift her gaze back to him. "I was not aware you had such a wild side to you, nor that you were from Irishalan descent."

Lady Karina's cheeks warmed slightly, forgetting that she'd danced to her heart's content in the great hall while also forgetting that she had an audience.

Orpheus, on the other hand, could still vividly remember the way her body swayed to the melodies, the way her hips enchanted him with their movements, and the angelic smile she had on her face.

Every second of the dance, all he could think about was caging her in his arms and allowing his hands to explore every curve and design of her body however he saw fit.

He wanted to taste every inch of her skin and brand it with his marks for all to see and know to whom she belonged.

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Orpheus wanted to possess her completely for himself in every way conceivable, whether it was body, mind, heart, or soul.

All of it had to be his.

Lady Karina could see his dual-coloured eyes burning with something she recognised.

It was the way he had always looked at her.

As if she was something to be devoured, something he wanted to own and do with as he pleased.

He was the enemy. She shouldn't have kept allowing herself to be swayed, yet here she was, entrapped and vulnerable and hardly finding the will to fight back.

And before she knew it, Orpheus' hands came up on either side to frame her face, his fingers slipping under her chin and tipping her head up higher.

His lips trailed lower, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw, then to the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck, where it quickly reddened under the ministrations of his lips.

She could feel the heat of his body and the unusual sensations that brought about a foreign feeling in her core, one that she'd never experienced as a young lady before.

Orpheus found a point on her neck where the pulse beat strongly beneath her skin, licking and kissing it, drawing a moan from Lady Karina as tingles of pleasure spread through her to her fingers and the pooling heat between her thighs.

The lady's hands crept up to grab fistfuls of Orpheus' shirt; her eyes closed. Involuntarily, her hand moved to cradle the back of his head, threading her fingers through the silky black curls.

"Orpheus..." Lady Karina's lips parted in bliss as the heat pooling between them completely ensnared her, refusing to let go.

Impossibly, she felt her body responding willingly to Orpheus' proximity.

Oh, how he loved the way she uttered his name breathlessly and he couldn't resist imagining the things he would do to her to hear it repeatedly when he had her in his bed, writhing under him for more.

Orpheus knew he was losing sight of what he should have been doing at that moment.

He should have been interrogating her further and inflicting some form of punishment, but right now that seemed nearly impossible.

His lips moved up her throat, leaving a trail of fire against her sensitive skin until he found his way to her mouth.

Lady Karina nearly stumbled back but the desk was there to support her and she leaned back, bracing one hand on the desk as the man kissed her senseless.

Orpheus' kiss this time was almost punishing, heated, and forceful.

She could barely handle the intensity, her hand scrambling to find some way out of his hold but instead she knocked over a wooden holder with a few map tools, sending them clattering to the floor.

Orpheus lifted the undersides of her thighs without breaking the kiss and placed her on the desk, stepping between her thighs.

The man wrapped one strong arm around her back, while the other hand cradled the back of her head.

His tongue found its way into her mouth to taste the sweetness, to savour every inch as his lips suckled on hers every time he changed the angle to deepen the kiss.

Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his neck, beckoning him closer as she lost herself to his rhythm.

Orpheus swallowed every sweet moan that escaped her and he struggled to contain himself, knowing how irresistible she was.

He wanted to corrupt and defile her for himself.

He wanted to punish her in ways that would make her beg for pleasure from him.