Rule 7 : Rage

CHAPTER 15: The Lord's Claim.

His lips glistened, a predatory smile flashing like a viper's baring its fangs as his fingers teased the hem of her skirt, branding against the vulnerable skin of her thigh.

"Or was it just lust, Dr. Martini?" His tone was challenging, a hint of mockery in his words. "Did you think the lord of the Shaque would simply succumb to your desires? Have you forgotten the... rules?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as she responded, "I don't want you anymore. Once the bruise heals, I'll tattoo over it. We should forget about everything."

His response was swift, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "No, this time, I need you. You might have to tattoo your entire body because I plan to leave my marks everywhere." Lord Maximus's words were a promise, a threat, and a seduction all at once.

Dr. Martini was losing control, the chilliness of the room doing nothing to quell the heat rising within her. Lord Maximus, ever observant, caught on and a smirk danced on his lips. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, creating a distance between them.

He untied her underwear, the scent intoxicating him as he skimmed them down his face, the fabric leaving a damp trail on his lips. With a swift motion, he distanced himself from the table, tossing the garment back to her with a commanding, "Dress appropriately."

With a careful maneuver, Dr. Martini eased her underwear back up to her waist, delicately adjusting her dress, a grimace quivering across her features.

The involuntary groan of pain that escaped her lips didn't evade Lord Maximus's notice. Sensing her discomfort, he swiftly perceived the strain etched in her expression, prompting him to graciously offer her respite from her duties.

A devilish grin crept across Lord Maximus's face, his eyes veiled in curiosity. "Has Zayn recalled anything about the incident that led him here?" His voice carried an air of calculated intrigue.

"No my lord, should I disclose Zayn's presence?" Dr. Martini deliberated, her thoughts shrouded in uncertainty.

"Answer me," Lord Maximus demanded sharply, his tone cutting through the tension.

"No, he hasn't," Dr. Martini replied calmly, her voice tinged with concern. "He remains oblivious to the Butcher's Worm and their baby, despite nearing full recovery."

"In that case, he's due for specialized room testing. If he resists our efforts," Lord Maximus announced ominously, "we'll be left with no choice but to eliminate him. He's become a repository of far too much knowledge."

Dr Martini sighed in discomfort " Zayn is contemplating going back to the orphanage, what if he remembers the incident?" she asked.

"Martini, we hold all the cards. He's firmly entangled in our scheme; there's no escape. Any memories he recovers will only serve to unravel how he got ensnared in the Butcher's Worm," he remarked with a hint of disdain in his voice.

Dr. Martini's gaze met Lord Maximus's, a cocktail of emotions and seduction swirling in her eyes. As she bit her lip, he sauntered towards her. "Do you feel horny?" he asked.

He advanced towards her, a warm smile gracing his lips. His hands gently caressed her lower back, gradually meandering towards her buttocks. "I'm a virgin," Dr. Martini revealed, her cheeks blooming with a rosy blush.

He kissed her bare collarbone, "I don't mind, you crave the pain," Lord Maximus stated, his voice steady.

"I can bear it, my Lord," Dr. Martini responded, feeling a surge of arousal. He then stepped back, withdrawing from her.

"Then go fuck yourself, since you despise me," Lord Maximus retorted, striding out of her office.

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