Mated To The Devil

Chapter 3: What are you?

Natasha's POV

"Tell me, Natasha." He stared deep into my eyes. He then smiled mischievously. "What is your secret?"

Sh*t.

I was taken aback by his words but I quickly put on a smiley face and think of anything to say.

Why is he asking me that kind of question?

"Am I that obvious?" I chuckled. "Well, maybe I am."

The corner of his lips rose and formed into a smirk but he didn't say anything.

"I was admiring you from afar for a long time now," I added which is half the truth.
I just have no idea what he looks like but I know him too much.

I knew him ever since I was a little because my father would always tell me things about him and how cruel he is. And, ever since I was a kid, a responsibility fell upon my shoulder and that is to kill him.

"How is that I only saw you tonight?" he asked.

The sound of his voice always sent shivers down my spine but I tried so hard to compose myself and never lose focus.

"Well, maybe I'm good at hiding," I answered smiling at him.

When I left my town and went to the city for my mission, I honestly had a hard time finding the chance to do the thing I'm supposed to do with him. The first time I saw him I didn't even see his face and the chance to successfully execute my plan is very low. But I can finally do it tonight because of this party.

Valerian didn't answer but he moved closer to me.

I slightly flinched when I suddenly felt his hand in my right thigh. I can still feel how cold his hand is although he's not directly touching my skin because of my dress.

"What's the matter?" he asked softly but the evilness is lingering in his voice.

F*cking Valerian Fenrir.

I tried to smile it off even though I feel like I can almost hear my heart beating fast and loudly in my chest.

Valerian Fenrir removed the fabric that was covering my thigh but I was quick to hold his hand and stopped him before he can fully remove it and exposed my thigh.

He will see the dagger.

I can't let that happen.

It will ruin my plan.

"Oh, I get it." He chuckled lowly. "Do you want to take it slow?"

A$shole!

What does he mean by that?!

What does he think I am?!

I fight the urge to pull the dagger out of my thigh harness and plant it in his chest.

It's not the right time yet.

I have to wait for the perfect timing. I can't risk my chance.

I quickly think of anything to divert his attention from the filthy thing that he wants. And then I saw the dance floor.

I smiled at him and removed his hand from me. "Do you want to dance?"

"But now is your chance, Natasha," he stated.

What a disgusting a$shole.

I nodded at his words and flashed a smile. "Oh yes, now is my chance."

"Mhm, I give you that chance. I am here now. You- we can do it here now. I'm sure the people in here wouldn't mind," he said which made my stomach turn upside down.