ROSE ON THE LAKE 18+

🌼 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN🌼

To win you over, I gave my all
You are worth everything.
Our trophy is love, to treasure forever,
And its symbol is this ring.

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“The nerve of that insolent little wench! To slight me? I’ll have none of it.”

Dillan had just come back from his visit, throwing curses at everyone and bellowing angrily to his servants. He’d quickly rounded the cook and all kitchen servants, who looked confused and a tad little disgruntled, and was venting out to them.

“She doesn’t know what’s coming to her. I’ll get those lands by hook or by crook and then I’ll make her my wife. Or perhaps my whore” he said, now fondling a maid kneeling before him.

“Sir, I’m sure things will turn out fine once she realises what she stands to gain by being your wife. In the meantime, I _we were making lunch before you arrived, now do you mind letting us return to our duties?” Betty, the housekeeper, managed to say despite her nerves.

“Oh, but of course. You can all leave, except little_” he turned to the young maid before him, “what’s your name sweetheart?”

“Marie, my lord.” She answered, looking terrified as her eyes began to tear up.

“Yes, you can all leave except Marie. I’m afraid I find myself in need of her services.” He smirked at the maid’s look of horror.

“Sir, the only service she offers is to wash the dishes. I beg of you to please leave her alone, there are other women out there who get paid for services such as you desire, some even offer it for free. But not Marie sir, she’s too young, barely even fifteen.”

Another maid he didn’t recognise dared to stand up to him.

“And who are you to tell me what to do? Besides, I don’t use prostitutes for sex. It disgusts me and there are only so many infections one could get from such people.”

“You’ll rather destroy the life of an innocent girl young enough to be your daughter?”

“Oh, she’s not young if she’s already spotting these” he said, roughly squeezing Marie’s breasts and she cried out from the pain.

The sound brought joy to his ears and he laughed a self-satisfied laugh at the look of disgust on every servant’s face as they looked on.

“Leave her alone!” the bold one spoke again.

“What is your name?” he asked, retracting his hand from little Marie’s body, all but reluctantly.

“Natasha.” she replied.

“Natasha” the name rolled out his mouth and he savoured the sound. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Natasha snorted.

He laughed.

“Fiery too. Just the way I like it.”

He stood and took leisured steps that led him to stand before her.

She was spectacular. Extremely beautiful with hair like fire, eyes like gems that flashed with anger, a snub nose and an even wondrous mouth which defied him at every turn. And that was just on her face. She had the kind of body that could pleasure and kill a man.

She was everything he despised in a woman, and yet the tremors of his body were beginning to tell him another story.

“If I let Marie go, then you’ll give yourself to me for as long as I want.”