TAMED

Three

Creepy and boring. These were the words that came up on Sahara's mind when she crept the grand hallway leading to the dining room.

Twirling her brown curly hair with her fingers, she walks and stops  every time the wind blew the large curtains. Making err and creepy sound.

She rolled her eyes and blew some air on her mouth. The weird feelings everytime she spotted the black and dark outside made her paced quicken. Eager to reach the dining room where she knew she would find solace.

"My lady.." Soft voice of a woman appeared from behind the big decorative. That she immediately leaped out in horror.

The woman is one of the chateau's servants based on the dress she was wearing.

"What are you doing lurking in there? You could have killed me with a heart attack!" Sahara exclaimed. Her voice was way too loud for a normal conversation.

The woman's face went pale.

"My apologies for the bad manners, my lady..It was not my intention to scare you. Lord Patrick sent me to fetch you in case you got lost.." The woman said with a bowed head and a trembling hands.

"Who ever the hell sent you, I don't care! You can't just show up like that." As she hastily stormed off with a stomping feet. "Gosh! This house is fucking creepy.." She whispered to her self.

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When she reached the dining room, she was so shocked to see large buffet table full of french cuisine. With different varieties of imported wine that she thought they would be hosting a party.

There only two kingly size chairs that were placed across from each other. With five or six servants waiting in the corner watching you while you are eating.

Sahara shook her head in exasperation. She hated when people watch her while she's eating. It caused her indigestion.

"With all due respect, Lord Patrick.." She began. Earning a creased forhead from the man sitting comfortably across from her.

"…will you allow me to eat this delicious food alone? Not having a grand number of audience as if they're watching some porn movies.." She couldn't even stop her mouth from saying.

Which made the servants turned around stroking their left chest in total shock.

Gasps and murmurs were heard.

"Enough..!" Patrick groaned. His strong growl made the small whisperings slowed down.

He stood up. Waving a hand to make the servants disappear.

And a small side smirk curving up on Sahara's face when she caught sight of them rushing away with horrified expressions. She sat on her share of chair wearing a wide grin.

She didn't notice the ruthless stare of the man standing beside her.

Patrick clutch her hand and began pulling her away from the table.

She cringed. The hold was tough that she was panting when they halted. Leaving her seething in anger when she looked up to his eyes.

But Patrick was firm. Callous hands incircling her small one.

"What do you really want from me? You could have broken my bones, you asshole!" She hissed.  Harshly tugging her hands from him.

Patrick breathed out. "You brought scandalous languages inside this house, Sara..I warn you earlier.." He muttered earning a side smirk from the lady.

"Oh stop taunting me, my lord..I'm so difficult to handle..Unless you want to.." She softly moaned. Tempting him further.

Her flirty teasing was blown away by the wind when her fragile body was being slammed mercilessly on the wall.

Hot and sultry eyes running up and down on her horrified expression.

"Are you measuring my manhood, my lady..I can give you a free ride.." He mused. Plastering her hands on her side.

And before she can respond, his lips began torturing and crushing hers as his one hand pulled her head up making her body arc unto him.

The kiss was savage almost punishing. But she don't mind. Her body slowly responds to the rythm. Making sweet cadence.

Patrick's lips travelling down on her jaw. Gently biting it. And she moaned over and over again. His hot breathe sending her a warm feeling that all of her inhibitions melted up in the air.

She bite her lower lip when his hands softly fondled her breast. Stroking it with his thumb finger.

That she dilirously arc her body eagier to cling on his neck.

"Sara..please stop me.." His voice was raspy. Too sensual.

Did she want to stop him? Either she want or not her voice was nowhere to be found.

"Sara.."

She whimperd when his tongue reached the peak of her left breast. She didn't even noticed that the straps of her dress were being pulled down exposing her porcelained bare chest.

Sahara felt a sudden chill and empty feeling when his tongue left her breast. And she quickly opened her eyes to see the man staring at her with hooded eyes.