A Pureblood slave

Chapter 15

I violently cough as water begins to fill my lungs. I gasp loudly as my head springs above the water in desperate need of oxygen. Look what you did Mia. You fall asleep in the tub or should rather be called a mini pool and almost drown yourself. Rapid knocking came from the other side of the door taking me away from my inner battles with my conscious.

"Miabella, is everything alright in there?" a soft voice asks from the other side of the door, the only thing keeping us apart. I almost didn't recognize the voice with the deep and true sincerity hidden in the words. I was shocked to say the least. My throat was dry and it seemed I forgot had to speak as nothing but air came out of my mouth.

"Piccolo uccello" his voice sounding to become impatient from my lack of noise. Again I try to form words but my throat just becomes scratchier and even drier if possible. A few seconds later I don't hear any signs of him. I swore I heard the mumbling of 'that's it' but yet nothing happened. Maybe he decided to give up on me. I was wrong when the door went flying off the hinges smashing into the wall completely breaking the door into pieces and leaving the wall to have holes and cracks along it. I jump in surprise making the water in the tub splash everywhere and onto the floor. I look at Ronan his eyes his normal deep blue but they have a sparkle to them that I've never seen before. His eyes start to slowly turn black but it wasn't from angry, no it was lust. Huh? Oh wait. I look down and remember I'm in the bath tub completely naked and the only thing covering me from Ronan seeing me bare body was the thin layer of bubbles that were created floating on the surface. I look back at him to see him slowly making his way towards me. I get a good look at him scanning over his body from top to bottom and see he's wearing his usual dark jeans with a dark button up t-shit except the top 3 buttons were left untouched giving me a perfect view of his sculpted chest. I swallow deeply and squirm a little in the water from the feeling stirring in my core. My body was acting strange and very reactant to his like a grenade ready to go off but just waiting for someone to pull the safety pin. Not sure of what was happening I finally find my voice and decide to break the tension.

"U-h what a-are you doing?" I terribly stutter. Nice job Mia. He freezes for a moment before he continues to walk towards me as if he never heard me. Never once does he take his eyes off me. It was like he was afraid that if he looked away I would somehow vanish into thin air. As he nears me he kneels next to the tub leaning against the edge. I move more towards the wall trying to increase the small proximity between us. I reaches his one hand to towards me and takes a strand piece of hair and wraps around my ear. His fingers linger next to my ear as they start to trail over my skin down my neck leaving goosebumps in their trail. I fingers incredibly slowly brush off the hair that was on my neck giving him a clear view of my skin. He looks intently at the healing punctures that occupied my skin. His hand grazes over the sensitive spot causing a strange and undeniably warm tingling feeling that spreads throughout my body sending my nerves on a frenzy. I soft and quiet moan escapes my lips from the intense feeling causing my eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets. Oh my god what is wrong with me? Mixed emotions swarm in his eyes as the corners of his lips tug into a sly smirk. Oh he thinks this is funny? Who would have thought Ronan, cold hearted and bloodsucking Ronan, had a sense of humor. I low chuckle rumbles in his throat which only adds to the warmness and begins to set my body on fire. The already cold water not being able to cool my hot body.

"Oh piccolo uccello" he beautifully whispers while leaning closer to me. I'm frozen in my spot not trusting my body to move because my limps are screaming at me to go to him. My body undeniable wants him and I don't know why. Maybe it's the plump and kissable lips or his messy yet perfectly kept hair or his god-like sculpted physique or the way he's as cold as a stone but also as gentle as a feather or- dammit Mia snap out of it. But I can't as his face comes closer in my view and I can perfect place out every little spot of stumble that lies on his face. I finally find some composure as I ask him a question that I probably won't get the answer to.