My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 72

I could literally choke from the amount of hostility floating in the air. Dominique stepped closer to me as if she was going to shield me from attack. Suddenly, someone's hand hit my cheek. The slap came so fast and was so hard that it made me fall on the floor. The high-pitched sound inside my ear that came from the blow felt as if it was going to burst my head. It took me a few seconds to lift my eyes and realize what had happened.

"How dare you! Raising your voice on a noble is severely punished!" Duke Orseolo's fuming voice spread through the room.

He was still holding his hand high from hitting my face. He must have come from behind and was too fast for Dominique to notice him on time. She was standing next to him, glaring at him with an outraged expression, yet she remained silent.

The other nobles gathered around me, staring at me with disdain. They were whispering about the punishment I should receive for my words. Anger rose within my veins. I was weaker than all of them, but that didn't mean I should be ripped off my dignity. If there was one thing that kept shattering my rationality and composure, it would be calling me a thing or someone's possession. I hated it so badly that I dared to attack anyone who treated me as such… and so I did. Unfortunately, my exploding temper put me in huge trouble this time…

"It is up to you, Sir Aryan Desai… How do you wish to punish this human who insulted you?" A wicked smirk appeared on Duke Orseolo's face while he pointed at me.

Aryan crouched down beside me, watching me struggle to get up from the floor.

"I like to be called a merciful man, so I will give this human a choice," he chuckled coldly, looking into my eyes. "You can either willingly join my harem, or you can give me your blood… all of your blood."

"That is absurd!" Dominique roared, "She is already marked by the Duke; she cannot become someone else's!"

"Yes, she can," Aryan snickered. "There is a law which allows the marked one to break the bond. All she has to do is choose another one willingly."

"You are digging your own grave, Sir Desai! Duke Orseolo, you are no better!" Dominique thundered.

"Stay out of this, Lady Calvet! This human has brought it on to herself! She should have known her place!" Duke Orseolo yelled.

I stood up, touching my already swollen cheek. It hurt like crazy. I gently grazed my cheek with my fingers and noticed blood. Only then did I feel another kind of pain; my face had been cut… Apparently, Duke Orseolo thought that the simple slap wasn't enough to release his anger. I glared at him and saw him grinning viciously while turning his sharp-edged ring around his finger. The cut he made started from my earlobe and reached the corner of my lips.

"Son of a …" I muttered under my breath.

Dominique rushed towards me to see if I was all right.

"Don't worry," she whispered to my ear, "Sariel's blood will heal your wound in no time."

I smiled nervously at her. The wound on my cheek was the least of my problems. Suddenly, Aryan leaned over me, pushing Dominique away, and stroked my wound with his fingertip. I flinched and stepped back away from him.

"Don't touch me," I hissed.

He snorted and licked my blood off of his finger.

"This is amazing!" he called out, elated after tasting it. "Now I get why the Duke wanted you to himself!" he burst out laughing.

I trembled in fear more by the second. I kept glancing at the door where Sariel went and prayed that he would come back. Dominique clearly held no position to help me. She could merely mention her brother and wait for him to take action, but since he didn't come until that moment, would he even care? I was naively certain that the fact that I had his mark was enough to keep me safe, but without him around, I was still treated as a lowly creature. My heart entered a state of panic. I started to wonder if maybe Sariel had decided to fight the bond and abandon me. I had already done my part. My presence provoked a lot of the nobles, including the Princess, and at this moment I could become his weakness, a nuisance that he had to get rid of.

Aryan grabbed my hand and pulled me close, pressing my body against his. I struggled, but I could barely move within his grip. No one interfered, they all stood and watched. Duke Orseolo and one other noble, who sided with him, grabbed Dominique's arms, trying to keep her away. Aryan smirked and squeezed my chin, pressing the wound on my cheek enough to make it bleed. Then he leaned over me and licked it straight off my face. I roared, trying to move away from him and make him stop, but that only made him laugh. I could feel his arousal increasing. His eyes glowed in red as his tongue cravenly licked off another drop flowing out of my wound.

"Let go of her, you sick bastard!" Dominique fumed, but the sound of her voice quickly dispersed in the laughter of other nobles.

They stood there, enjoying the show while I squirmed within Aryan's forceful embrace. Terrified and helpless, I became the main attraction of the gathering, and every cell in my body screamed how much I hated this situation.

"So, what do you say, beauty? Do you want me to suck you till the last drop, or do you want to live and become mine?" Aryan tightened his embrace, making me fight for my breath, then he leaned over my ear and whispered, "I would rather play with you in my bed. You're gonna love my cock, and it's already hardening, awaiting your taste. It's gonna tear your insides apart."