Serpentine Desires

The prey

Hello little birds, how are you all? 

I have good news to share with you guys, one of the editors approached me to publish this book as a paperback, and I gladly accepted and it will be on Amazon till December. 

Also, the book has the next 10 chapters on the Eratu app, and the next 5 chapters on Hinovel and Alphanovel. The book is also available on Scrollstack. 

I will be updating the book on Wattpad too, once the book is complete, I'd have to take it down. I will keep it free for two weeks on Wattpad after completion. 

I hope you understand. 

Enjoy.

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Embarrassed and scared, I stashed the burnt veggies into the dustbin and eyed the remaining stock. There wasn't much left now after over-cooking the soup four times in a row. I had a shameful confession to make: I did not know how to cook. In my defence, my mother never bothered to teach me, or simply, I never wished to learn. I could do other chores though—washing, laundry, cleaning, mopping, or even repainting the whole house—but cooking? I couldn't fix a sandwich to save my life.

And now, I was saving my life.

If this kept up, I hardly thought Judas would let me leave after emptying his fridge and ruining three of his pots.

Heaving a defeated sigh, I shook my head in frustration. Cook? What the hell did he want me to cook? Or better, why did he want me to cook? What games he was playing now?

Whatever it was, I was glad he wasn't forcing me or placing his unwelcome lips on mine. His touch infuriated me. My knee-jerk reaction was to kneel him into his precious jewels and scratch his eyes. However, I resorted to a less violent plan. To follow his orders. Cooking for him was better than sleeping with him by a long shot.

So, that's what I did. Or was trying to do.

I was grabbing another stash of mushrooms and veggies when a sudden chill ran down my spine, my breath momentarily hitched and my body stiffened.

I felt him before his voice reached my ears.

"My little bird is struggling, I see," I stilled the moment his dangerous voice purred into my ears. I ignored him and kept cutting the veggies.

But Judas wasn't the type to be ignored. He stepped closer, his presence like a storm gathering on the horizon. His breath tickled the back of my neck as his hand snaked around my waist, slipping under the blazer he had forced me to wear earlier. His touch was invasively cold, and I tensed at the unwelcome incursion.

"Such a good little chef," he mocked. I see, so he was back to his overbearing self, calling me little bird and all. "But I can't help but wonder... are you trying to cook for me, or poison me?"

I tried to jerk away, my body reacting on instinct, but he was faster. His pelvis pressed into my back, trapping me against the counter. My breathing quickened, heart pounded in my chest as I desperately searched for an escape. My eyes darted around, landing on a sharp knife just within reach.

But the spawn of the devil saw it too. His hand shot out, grabbing the knife before I could even move. He held it up, the blade catching the light as he twisted it between his fingers.

"Ah, getting braver," he chuckled darkly and I flinched as he pushed his pelvis into my behind. "But let's not get any ideas, hmm? I wouldn't want to have to ruin that pretty little face of yours."

His other hand tightened on my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, be a good girl and finish what you started. Or I might just find another way to keep you busy."