SIGRIDA hoarse moan escaped from deep in my chest.My body arched upward, legs spread wide, my head hanging over Silas's shoulder.My toes curled and flexed, pressing against the bottom of the tub.One hand clutched the edge while the other moved rhythmically, splashing water outside as it guided Silas’s hand underwater. I dug my nails into his wrist, pushing him to thrust into me exactly where I needed it.“Faster… Silas, more… ahh, right there, yes…” I moaned uncontrollably, my mind blank, burning with nothing but lust.“Mmm, shhh,” I heard him growl, sucking and kissing my neck, cupping and sensually squeezing my breasts with his free hand, playing with my nipples.He was practically on top of my back like a caged wild animal, holding himself back from devouring me completely.Every time that ice-cold dildo penetrated me, it went straight to that swollen, sensitive spot inside my pussy, shaking my sanity.Silas moved the dildo in circles, stimulating my clit every time its coldnes

SIGRIDI lifted my eyes to the reflection and caught him staring at my neck, only for him to completely pretend he wasn’t!“Bad slave, I could punish you for that! Instead of fingering my pussy, you should’ve applied the balm here!”“My lady, I can brush your hair,” he said, leaning in and picking up the brush, playing dumb.No one said anything.I pulled the fallen sleeve of the nightgown back into place and nodded.My eyes drifted to the side of his neck, where the deep bite I left glared back at me, red and fierce.The truth was, he hadn’t sunk his teeth into me the way I had into him.Well, whatever—we’re a pair of lunatics, no point denying it.The soft brushing felt amazing.He patiently ran the brush through every strand, caressing my hair with his hands, my scalp, the nape of my neck, my forehead.Who taught him to do this so well?For a second, I imagined him doing this with Lucrecia, and my blood boiled in my veins.I needed to think of something else, but remembering Lucrec

SILASWhen everyone was asleep, in the shadows, I began to hear low moans.I approached the door to her room in the service quarters.I hated that my lady hadn’t sent her to the barracks—why did she have to give her special treatment?Now I understood why; she was smart, she had her own plans."Mmmm, my lady is so beautiful…""I love my lady… mmm, my lady, I want to touch you…" came the indecent feminine whispers.I clenched my teeth and punched the wall, knocking a chunk of the old bricks loose.I had to control myself; I couldn’t alert the other servants or give in to this murderous impulse.That whore was moaning as if she were in bed with my lady; it must’ve been the spell—she probably thought she was pleasing her in her room.It was all fake, but just imagining the scenes running through her filthy mind made my blood boil.The delusions of this slave didn’t matter. My lady only found pleasure with me. She fell asleep in my arms, so small, so perfect…An intense feeling burned in

SIGRID“You don’t need to put my shoes on, Silas, I can do it myself,” I snatched the boots from his hand and slipped them on alone.Honestly, having someone constantly around helping me with everything was starting to give me a headache.But his silent presence didn’t bother me—I allowed it. Still, something told me the storms were about to roll in.“My lady, I’ll quickly head to my room to change. The blue suit you had tailored for me—do you think it’s appropriate?” he suddenly stood up in a rush.“Better if I try it on, and you can tell me…”“Wait, Silas,” I stopped him as he was turning his back.“There’s no need for you to change. You’re not coming with me to the party.”I stared at his broad, stiff back. He stayed silent, not turning around, but I could feel it—the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside him.“It’s dangerous. They might recognize you. I don’t know if Lucrecia—”“Is it because of my horrendous appearance?” he spun around suddenly, and I clenched my fists at the des

SIGRID“Of course, my lord. If you’ll accompany me on the way to the mansion… truth is, I’m still a bit upset,” I replied, sticking to all these silly protocols.He helped me into the carriage, and to the eyes of everyone else, it seemed like a polite gesture, just an apology.The door closed, the curtain was drawn, and the carriage began its ascent up the hill toward the mansion grounds.As soon as we were out of sight, the friendly atmosphere turned cold and hostile.“I’m the one who sent the missive personally. The De la Croix family was not invited to this celebration,” he clarified, surprising me a little, but then he added:“The guest list was handled by the Silver family, allies of my family.”Ahh, now I understood.No matter how much we pretended, the De la Croix and the Silvers were rivals—two powerful families of witches.Morgana and Lucrecia weren’t exactly best friends.“So, what exactly am I doing here, Mr. Vlad?” I asked, my curiosity piqued about this character.Uncle Z