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Another ice cracked in his cold heart and fell away.
He couldn't stop staring at her. At the slight reactions she wasn't aware of. The nervous way her hand gripped her nightclothes, the flush of her cheeks, the flash of her eyes.
His body has been reacting to her since he rose from slumber, but now, his phallus only hardened and lengthened.
He doesn't know that a man could get this way even when he's unwell, and most definitely, not a man like him. What is it about her?
His eyes on her, he noticed the imprint of hand on her cheek. "Who stuck you?"
The question took her by surprise and her hand fluttered up that caress that cheek. "It's Mistress Vetta."
He gave no reaction. "Why?"
She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, "She...uhm...she was angry because of what happened to you...because of my father h-hurting you even a-after death."
"You doctored me through the night." He stated suddenly.
The abrupt change of subject rattled her. She didn't expect it but she answered nonetheless.
"Yes, master. I apologize for falling asleep, please forgive me... I really wanted to stay awake..."
"Why?"
She hesitated. Swallowed softly and whispered, "To watch over you."
King Lucien doesn't know what it is about the softly spoken words that made it to crack another bit of ice around his chest. But it did.
"I don't need protecting, Danika." He stated firmly.
"I know, master." She replied readily.
Silence. "I will give you a reward for doctoring me through the night. Tell me what you want."
Her heart skittered. She wanted to the him that she doesn't need a reward for nursing him, she wanted to tell him that she'll still nurse him again wholeheartedly in the future.
She wanted to say those but she didn't because she knows that it wouldn't be ending well with her.
Tell me what you want.
That statement out in the air, Danika tried to think it through. A master rewards a slave occasionally when she pleases her master.
Unbiddenly, she remembered her first reward from him. Her body went hot all over as she remembered the way he'd kept pushing into her body until she released.
With the way he watched her, Danika would swear that he knows what she's thinking about even though his face didn't change.
"If it's not too much to ask, Master, I want you to g-give orders so that the m-mistress will stop yanking on my hair whenever she wants...whenever I didn't do anything wrong..." She whispered.
When he kept staring at her without saying anything, she added, "My scalp has been burning for the past few days...."
No words at all. She couldn't read his expression, so she doesn't know what's going through his mind.
"Strip." He ordered.
The command so unexpected, made her jerk. She got up and started pulling off her clothes. What is going on in his head?
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