Keith's Secret - Bloody Seduction Vol 1

Chapter 3

Cynthia

Mint. That's the first thing I felt when I woke up this morning. Then a metallic smell that reminds me of blood. My first instinct is to look at my crotch. Nothing, no stains. So I'm going crazy! Between that night, when I thought I saw my host's blood, and now I'm really losing my mind! This is surely the place. It's one of the few times I don't sleep at home. This is all new. So I have to get used to it. With everything I've heard about here, I can only have nightmares!

In the living room, my eyes immediately fall on Lord Keith Mackay. I shudder just to know that he came last night to inspect if I was asleep. I was in a wonderful nightmare and I woke up rudely. Seeing someone at the door scared me. I even thought it was the murderer and that he was going to kill me! Luckily, it was only one of my hosts. If not the worst. The one who was cold to me at first. Then, as if the night had changed him, he became kind and responded to my needs.

The two brothers openly ignore me. Lord Keith MacKay pretends to read his book, which he holds in his hands. His eyes don't even move to read the lines! As for Steafan MacKay, he's having fun moving the books around. I insist again, greeting them politely, but coldly. This time, Steafan Mackay deigns to pay attention to me.

"Oh, hello, Cynthia. I hope you slept well! You can go and have breakfast. We already took it a little earlier."

I thanked him, before making my way to the dining room with a quick step. Everything is already prepared. The long table is literally overwhelmed with food. There is something for everyone. Sweet, salty. I don't even know what to take! Everything makes me want to do it. Fruit, bacon, green puree of I don't know what, pancakes, drinks... There's even the shortbread I've been wanting to taste for a long time! There's no denying that they know how to entertain their guests! I am not disappointed with my visit. Limit if I don't want to stay a little longer...

As a foodie, I try everything. I spend this breakfast playing it at La Mercotte and Cyril. In the end, I'm full. My belly must have doubled in size and I had to open the button on my jeans.

After this good breakfast, I leave the table. As I pass through the living room, I discover that only Lord Keith MacKay remains. He now holds a sheet of paper that has yellowed by time and, in places, been torn.

Lord Keith MacKay is my guide. He has to help me find clues. I'm sure I'll find inspiration again! Just by looking at it, a lot of ideas come to me. Each one more absurd than the last. It inspires confidence, mastery, desire. This man is just a flesh-and-blood fantasy. Although his brother looks like him, Keith MacKay intrigues me much more. Worse, I'd like him to show me a lot of things. Whether it's about the crimes that happened, about his mansion, about him or even about what you can do together. Just the two of them. I can already imagine her pushing me against the bookcase and ripping off my panties with her teeth.

I let out a deep sigh, which caught his attention. As if paralyzed on the spot, my arms dangling limply in the void, I plunge into her dark eyes. His gaze is hard, almost icy, as I am literally melting. It upsets me, electrifies me.

I want it for my next story. He inspires me.

"You arrived late," he said. "When I say six-and-a-half, I don't mean twenty minutes later. If you ate cold, too bad for you. Don't complain."

His words hit me hard. He's aggressive, like angry with me. My eyelids blink a few times to bring me back to reality. To the harsh reality.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I took a little more time to prepare... But there is no problem with breakfast. It was even very good!"

However, he does not relax. Silently, he gets up from his old fabric chair and positions himself a few meters away from me. Of my body totally attentive to the slightest of his movements.