Vegaspete: Blood Ties 18+

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A flicker of hesitation crossed my mind, and I mustered the courage to speak my truth. "I'm exhausted, and I think it's best if we take things unhurried," I replied, my voice steady yet gentle.

There was a moment of silence as his expression shifted, a mix of surprise and rejection covering his face.

Did Bastard get rejected for the first time?

He nodded. "I understand," he let out, his tone softer now.

He understands?

"I heard many things about you I thought you would force me," I mumbled facing him.

He chuckled.

He leaned in closer to me, his voice low and husky, "Look, I know I'm a bad man with a bad reputation, nevertheless, I want to be clear—I never support sex without consent."

A pause filled the air before he continued, his eyes gleaming with a hint of something I could define, "When it comes to my partners, I have this desire. I want them to crave my touch, to feel a sense of helplessness in my absence."

He leaned closer until we were just inches away, his voice low and stern and dripping with a mix of arrogance. "Listen closely, sweetheart. I never lay a finger on anyone until they're practically begging me to. It's all about that mutual desire and consent."

His words hung in the air, a subtle challenge laced within them. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at his audacity.

"Bastard," I muttered inaudible under my breath, unable to hide my true self. I locked eyes with him, my voice laced with sarcasm, "And what do you want me to do about that? Bow down to your supposed kindness or something?"

A smirk danced across his lips as he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my response. Unexpectedly, he posed a question that caught me off guard, "You're uncomfortable with me?"

I spoke out, my voice barely above a whisper, "I'm scared of you." The words slipped out. His gaze intensified, his eyes boring into mine, until suddenly, he broke the eye contact, his jaw clenching with tension.

"Didn't I make it clear?" he let out in a low whisper, his voice filled with frustration. "I won't lay a finger on you unless you ask."

I slumped back into the room, plopping myself onto the bed and covering myself completely. I could sense his presence, as he let out a heavy breath. Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me.

But honestly, I was just too exhausted. I hadn't even bothered to shower before drifting off to sleep, still wearing my wedding suit.

Forget it, I guessed. I'll just take a nice, long bath tomorrow.

***

When I woke up in the morning, he was nowhere to be found. And let me tell you, that was the best thing ever. I went about my usual morning routine, taking a long, refreshing shower and throwing on a simple white tee and black cargo pants.

As I walked out of the room, the bodyguards standing in the corridor gave me a respectful bow. It was clear that I held some importance in this place.

One of the maids approached me and informed me that the second young master wanted to have breakfast with me, who I assumed was Vegas's brother, and wanted me in the dining hall. But I had a different plan in mind.

I made my way up the grand staircase, stepping into the eerie silence of the upper floor. The hallway stretched out before me, shrouded in darkness. It felt strangely creepy like something was lurking in the shadows. There were no rooms or furniture, just paintings lining the walls from end to end.

But one painting in particular caught my attention. It depicted a mesmerizing doe eye, beautifully capturing the essence. I can't get to look at it carefully.

Suddenly, a voice startled me from behind. "What are you doing here?"

I spun around, my heart racing, to see who had caught me.