Evangeline
I don't know how long I stare at him, but when his eyes simmer red, I know I can’t test him further and I slowly inch closer to the bathtub. Now more than ever, wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I see his monster?
Then, I need to keep my eyes closed!I inch nearer and kneel behind his head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He can’t even see me from here. But it is only a few moments later that I realise I can’t reach properly from here, and I slowly get up again.
Should I sit on the edge of the tub? No, never!"I don't have all day, Little Mouse," he snarls, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.
"S-sorry!"
Pouting, I begin massaging his shoulders, unsure if I am doing this the way he wants me to, but when a low groan leaves his lips, I get my answer. My heart thunders; I guess I am doing it correctly.
Goddess… how long do I have to do this?He tilts his head back, and I move away just before his head almost touches my breasts. Suddenly, he reaches up, grabbing the back of my head, making me squeak in fear as he yanks me closer, "I didn't say you could move."
"Y-yes," I whisper, trying not to tremble as I massage his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I can see he is hard, and he doesn’t seem to care that I can see.
Does he have no shame? That scary thing…He closes his eyes, his hand running down my neck. My stomach flutters when his fingers run down my arm, making my entire body tingle.
"Don't stop," his voice comes, and I realise I had stopped massaging him.
"Yes, My Prince," I whisper as I continue, my eyes fixed on his defined muscles.
"I hate that title."
Then what do I call you?I remain silent, not daring to question him. Instead, I find myself observing the beauty of the deadly man before me. If we forget about how unhinged he is, we can see he is perfection, from his smooth brown skin to the firmness of his muscles everywhere. He is toned, unlike me!
Is it because he works out so much? He is blessed with incredible features, too. Those lips look soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick lashes that I only noticed now are eyes of a stunning colour.
But, this is the man from my nightmares. Why is he killing me?Mulling over my thoughts, I continue massaging him, making sure to target all the knots I am able to feel. This was something that Grandmother Philomena made me do often enough, and I was good at it. Seeing his eyes still closed, I slowly sit down on the edge of the tub, twisting my body so I can target his trapezius better.
There is something about that nightmare. I just wish I remembered more than being stabbed to death. I shiver at the pain I always felt in my nightmares. It feels so real.
Sighing softly, I press my thumb into a particular area, rubbing in circles to ease his tension. I look down, gazing into those gold-green eyes that are watching me. They are like gems, so clear and deep.
So beautiful from this angle. I can see the flecks of gold and green blending into one another, such intense eyes.
Eyes that are looking at me?My own fly open wide as I jerk back, my heart thumping as I realise the Prince is staring into my eyes intently.
"My patience is wearing thin, Little Omega," he growls, "I was enjoying that massage, but your constant squealing like a pig is becoming irritating."
Pig?I’m offended. There is nothing about me that is piglike! Just because my skin isn’t so perfect, and yes, I turn pink at times, but it does not mean I am a pig! If I am a pig, then he is a bulldog… or a rottweiler!
"I wonder what goes through that mind of yours," he murmurs; his expression cold as he glares at me.
Oh, I could never share my thoughts!"Wash my back."
It takes me several seconds to comprehend what he has just said, my heart thumping as I hesitantly reach for the bottle of body wash, squirting a bit onto the sponge. "C-could you move forward, p-please?" I ask hesitantly.
He doesn’t reply, but he sits forward, and I tuck one knee up on the tub, making it easier to reach him and begin sponging his back. I make sure I am thorough and firm, pretending I am washing a rug or something.
Scrub, scrub, scrub…If he thinks this is going to be something sensual, he is wrong. He is a dirty mat that needs a good clean! Soon, he will realise I am not the perfect, sensual little omega minx he probably wanted. I am a good cleaner, nothing more!He raises his arm, and I add more body wash to the sponge before working on his arms. His eyes are on my breasts now, and I realise that the faster I scrub, the more they move. I slow down, trying not to move so much, yet I want this over quickly!
His eyes keep flickering from red to gold-green, and when I finish wiping down his neck and am about to move back, he grabs hold of my wrist, and in one swift movement, he yanks me into the tub.
A shriek leaves my lips as water splashes everywhere, and I grab onto his arm and the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding as a huge wave of water splashes in my face, drenching me. His strong arms wrap around me, and I whimper in fear.
He said he won't force me, he said he won't force me.Chanting my mantra, I stay stiff in his arms, but when he shifts position, pulling me right between his legs and his manhood poking my ass, I begin panicking again.
His lips graze my neck, his hand running down my stomach. "You know, Little Omega… the urge to devour you is only growing. The more you try to run… the more exciting this game of chase becomes," he whispers dangerously in my ear as his hand begins travelling lower, his fingers brushing the hem of my panties.
I bit my lip, my entire body on edge. Still, there is something else… something dark and dirty inside of me that is somehow enjoying the way his cock is pressing against me. This shouldn't feel good, the way his fingers are inching closer and closer to my pussy. Why does this feel so… exciting?
My heart continues to pound, but when his hand brushes the flimsy fabric right between my legs, rubbing my pussy, I can’t help but whimper as a tantalising ripple of pleasure washes through me as soon as he touched me. He removes his hand, instead taking the sponge floating in the bath and running it across my neck, removing the small smears of blood that had remained.
"Now, get out before I make you wash the rest of me," he growls menacingly, his aura suddenly darkening.
Confusion and relief flit through me, and I quickly climb out, feeling shaky, his eyes burning into me. I run from the bathroom, brushing the wet locks of my hair and shut the door, taking a deep breath as I leaned against it for a few moments to collect myself.
Is this going to be my life from here on?I wish…Knowing he’ll be out soon, I quickly clean up the mess he made. The room isn’t overly full of items, but he still seems to find things to throw and break. This time, it was the books that he had taken off the shelf and the couch and table. The table was far heavier than I had thought.
His hot and cold attitude is alarming, but I need to be smart and simply hide away from him. After I am done, I quickly get into bed, making sure to stay right on the edge, focusing on breathing steadily. When the door slams open I am prepared, and remain unmoving as he gets dressed. For a second, I wonder if my being in bed is the right thing to do. He hadn't said.
Does he still want me in bed? Oh well, it’s too late.I can hear him moving around, the rustle of clothes as he gets dressed, and then the sound of heavy footsteps. Did he put shoes on?When the bedroom door shuts, and I hear the faint sound of the door leading out open and shut, I breathe a sigh of relief.
He is gone.