My Favourite Flavour (Official Story)

Chapter 3

“I'm rather sweet or dangerous.
There's no in between.”

“Forget about your daughter. She's mine now.” His killing words holding a smirk, murdered the lady who was so lost to his words. With eyes so wide that the mother felt the ground leaving from beneath her feet when she begun to protest right away.

“NO! NO! DON'T. GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER! I HAVE NO ONE EXCEPT HER!” The lady insisted badly while crying with sudden pain that she felt in her chest, but to him? It seemed useless. “PLEASE! I BEG YOU!” The lady begged with enough pleading as the tears leaving her eyes were never stopping.
 
Marquis instructed his men to make her leave or more like escort her out when he doesn't cared about anything as he left the room which was now filled with her loud screaming. He later entered the same dark room once again, thinking about his favourite time now. Him tasting his new snack that he recently got addicted to, as now that he reached her again when she seemed too damped to him while being dull and gloomy, she was not enjoying this at all and he got the feeling.

“Don't worry. This is seriously the wrong place. Let's go.” He said while loosening those tight ropes around her legs and her hands, also not forgetting about the tape as he was afraid that his favourite pair of lips will going to have a scratch.

He felt her skin still burning against him and he loved it. He lifted up her weak body without trembling and led towards his bedroom, where he never let other ladies enter earlier when he always had his mealtime with the women/girls in his other rooms, mostly.

Marquis felt a sensation. A different one, after kissing her for the first time but he bounced it off immediately. He led her in his personal room because he wanted her to be safe here. In front of him. Every time. So that whenever he is willing to taste his newly favourite thing? He may. He entered his room with her and her eyes slowly were going big, after seeing the room. It was elegant. Everything was black and dark. A wall sized window right in front of the door. Dark blue embraided curtains which covered the window by half, gracefully. King sized bed with comfort and more, along with the lights that weren't so highly intensifying, covered the whole room. He watched her every reaction and to him it was a new thing when he was confused, as everytime whenever he bought a girl or a woman, they simply drooled over his property.

But she was different when she looked more worried and confused as to why he got her, only her, here in his own room. She didn't move an inch from where that she was standing when her mind was going blind already while she was being worried and scared to hell.

“You will be my personal heir. My personal wine. I would like to enjoy alone.” He whispered sending shivers down her spine and she got afraid even more when a pair of hands wrapped her waist slowly from the back as she felt him kissing her neck, later he turned her and made her face him, just to warn her after leaning more closer to her face. “Remember one thing. Everytime, when I'll kiss you? You have to kiss me back or else.”

Without even thinking much that she nodded as an agreement, while thinking that she doesn't had a choice left but to do it anyway because simply, that (or else) means, that he'll kill her mother, when her breath hitched towards his words as she wasn't delighted at all to see his room when she was willing to go home.

He slipped his hands down behind her back and pressed her body against his own, but she was sobbing at this moment. After cupping her face slowly, he captured her lips. His sweet sensation. Whereas she was having her hands over his chest while trying to push him away. A frenzy hit him once again and he lost himself kissing her deeper when she had no choice left but to kiss him back with her eyes filled with tears as she felt so miserable.

He deepened the kiss and moved his feet towards the bed while still kissing her and she does the same, motioning along with him. He broke the kiss and sat on the bed, making her do the same thing. Every single time, it was being hard for him to leave his favourite pair of lips that he ever tasted.

She was still not saying any words when she was just being scared and worried for one thing that, if she does any wrong attempt? Her mother would get killed, when her heart was still beating just because her mother was still alive. It was really confusing for Marquis having a girl this time who was silent when she wasn't bragging about his wealth, wasn't clinging onto his well-built body yet not having any kind of attraction and the feeling was killing him, when he didn't heard any word from her. He sighed and she suddenly went attentive towards him when she lifted her eyes and blinked with fear, afraid if she has done something wrong.

“Do you even talk or something?” He sounded annoyed.

She was shy at talking to strangers or new people as that was never really her thing. “W-Wh-When ca-can I leave?” Fiddling her fingers that she stuttered with fear.

He groaned and grabbed her wrists while pushing her on the bed when he hovered over her later, making her started to breathe faster than ever.

“Not until I completely taste you.” He said and leaned in her face while smashing into her lips. His favourite devotion.

 

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TBC