Her figure started trembling in fear as she was feeling her legs were getting weak. She tried to loosen his grip on her wrist but it was like if he was made of pure iron.
"Y-you can't touch me like this. This is w-wrong. Leave me- Ahh"
But he alrea...
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Chapter: 11
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IVAN'S POV:
"Come" I addressed her when she was standing outside while rubbing her biceps to keep herself warm in the cold winds which were hitting her. The guards bowed and we entered inside.
The mansion was almost empty since it was late at night. The servants probably went to the cotters back after finishing their work as they do usually. I can notice her tensed figure and she kept nibbling her lower lip with her teeth.
Damn, it makes me want her.
"Do you want something, tell me as the servants already went to their cotters," I said to make her took out of the deep river of thoughts that always enveloped her whenever she is alone or with strangers.
But? Why me?
Am I a stranger to her?
But how much she even knows about you Ivan fucking Miller.
She knew nothing about you.
She looked up making her doe-like eyes interact with my orbs. The moment her flawless features divulged to my desperate eyes.
She is breathtakingly alluring.
And innocent same as a 5-year-old kid.
She held power in her flawless charms that can make melt a stone-cold-ice personality. She pressed her lips tightly into a thin line as if she was trying so hard not to yawn in front of me.
She is sleepy.
It made me chuckle. She is cute. Her ecstatics had definitely done something to me. Deep down in my heart, I was feeling the beats were going rapid just by looking at her childish form.
Stop your fucking nuisance, Ivan Miller. What are you even thinking. Since when you started checking out a chick.
She controlled it so hard that chubby cheeks started inciting and two deep holes on her each cheek made their way making her look even cuter. I chuckled.
She shook her head looking down again. "No, I don't want anything," She said in her soft yet sleepy tone. Her tone feels like a melody to my ears.
"Do you want to eat something, are you perhaps hungry?" I asked her again and she looked up only to make her lips puckered.
Did she just pout?
how can she hold a 5-year-old charm in herself?
"No, I'm not," She said again in her sleepy tone. I gave her a curt nod. I looked at how her eyes were blinking continuously.
