The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Virgin Mistress

Nathaniel went to the memorial room at the estate, where his mother’s ashes were placed. He lit scented sticks in front of the memorial slab and knelt before the altar, his head bowed in front of the only person in the world to whom he would ever lower his head.

"Mother, I know I haven’t been a good son by leaving you in this place all these years, letting you see that disgusting man every day, even after your death. But not anymore. I am free from him now, and I can take you away. I’ll make sure you rest in a peaceful place where he will never be able to reach you. Just bear with it for a little while longer, alright? There’s something I need to do before we leave this place."

He stayed there quietly for a while before leaving, his gaze filled with determination.

Late at night, Nathaniel’s butler brought him wine. Sitting on the open balcony of his chamber despite the cold, Nathaniel enjoyed the wine as he asked his butler, "Where is that mistress my father recently brought?"

"She’s staying in the side quarters of Lord Mortem’s residence," the butler informed him.

"She’s new here and must be getting bored. How about I offer her some company and comfort?" Nathaniel remarked, his gaze emotionless as he stared into the darkness. "Maybe she’d like to taste some of my precious wine."

"Yes, my Lord," the butler replied, understanding his master’s intent, and left.

After half an hour, the butler returned. "My Lord, she is here."

Nathaniel turned to look at her. A beautiful young woman stood before him with her head lowered.

Sensing his gaze but hearing nothing from him, she slowly raised her head to meet his eyes, only to find his deep gaze fixed on her face, while he sipped his wine, his long fingers gracefully wrapped around the slender glass.

His long legs were slightly apart, one extended on the floor, while the other was bent at the knee. His free hand rested on the armrest as he leaned back gracefully in the chair.

Even in the cold, he wore a loose silk robe, its front almost exposing his perfectly sculpted chest, leaving just enough to stir her imagination in the dim lamp light. Despite the distance between them, she could feel his domineering aura, making her freeze in place, uncertain of what to do or why she was even there.

"Want to say something?" His deep, hypnotic voice reached her ears, causing her to gulp.

She immediately lowered her gaze, realizing she should not look directly at the lord. "I was told not to step out of my quarters, my Lord. I should not be here..."

"But you still came," he interrupted, his lips curving into a smirk. "What gave you the courage to disregard my father’s command?"

She was speechless, unsure of how to respond.

"Or perhaps you were simply intrigued by me, unable to hold yourself back from coming to me," Nathaniel spoke again, his gaze confident, knowing his words held truth.

As she had been taught, she leaned in with the intention of kissing him. But before her lips could touch his, a finger pressed against her mouth. "Everywhere but my mouth. If you dare cross that line, you won’t want to imagine how I’ll punish you." His gaze was sharp, and his voice carried a dangerous warning that made her nod quickly.

He leaned back in the chair, offering her access to his body. "Proceed," he commanded, swirling the wine glass in his hand.

She moved closer on her knees, reaching out as she untied the belt of his robe, parting both sides to reveal the enticing view of his perfectly sculpted torso. She swore she had never seen a man like him before—not just his face and demeanor, but his body was something to crave.

Her hands reached out to touch his chest, but he grabbed them. "You might as well get to the best part first," his gaze shifted downward to his pants.

She understood what he meant, and she started to unbutton his pants.

Nathaniel leaned his head back on the chair as he looked up at the starry sky, a light smirk playing on his lips as he thought, ’My father’s virgin mistress here is blowing me off, I wonder how satisfying it would be to see his face when he gets to know it? A light chuckle left his lips. Instead of preparing to give me a sibling, she is preparing to pleasure me.’

He could feel her warm mouth working on him, pleasuring him skillfully. He finally lowered his hazy gaze and looked at that innocent face which didn’t look innocent at all now. Her small mouth moved skillful along his length, letting out soft moans, trying to take all of him till deep down her throat.

’Only if she knows what I am going to do with her.’