A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 126: The Punishment

Allicent’s eyes were trained on the ground, the weight of the chains nearly tearing her wrists apart. But the pain, this pain, was nothing compared to the one he inflicted on her.

She hated him with every fiber of her body, yet here she was, thinking about him even when he was standing right in front of her. She could feel his emotions and so could he, and she hated him more.

"There, it has healed. Just as I remembered it," he said, softly brushing away her long hair to reveal the mark from his earlier mutilation.

Allicent’s eyes burned with rage, slowly lifting them to meet with his gaze. The hurt in her eyes had turned into something else... something evil, wicked.

And as much as she wanted to tear Azazel to pieces at any chance she could get, a part of her cared. The part of her that was mated to him. She hated every breath she took but hated herself more.

The mating mark wasn’t just a mark to claim someone as theirs. It was a covenant, binding two souls and sealing it with blood. And when the mark faded, the urge to renew it grew stronger, whether either of the parties liked it or not.

Allicent had first hand experienced what it was like to resist the urge and she could tell it was an unpleasant experience. It was like denying a part of you that you knew you couldn’t live without. Very few had been able to break free from the bond, some even dying when one of the partners breaks from it.

"Do you feel it?" Azazel asked, grabbing her by the neck. "I feel the hate burning inside you, but you feel the love I have for you."

She just gave him a ’if looks could kill’ side eye. But Azazel had other plans in mind, wicked plans.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "You shouldn’t have come here." His warm breath trailed behind and gently bit it. He knew exactly where to press the right buttons.

Leaning back, he saw her eyes closed in an effort to suppress her desires. A wicked smile curved on his lips before he leaned in again to seal them with hers.

She didn’t reciprocate at first but neither did she ward him off. He knew it was just a matter of seconds before she claimed him as much as he wanted to claim her.

Allicent seemed to struggle with her intuition and the burning desire in her body. The mating mark didn’t make it easier. God, she missed this. She missed the feeling of being explored by a man, the feeling of becoming one with someone.

Before she knew it, the chains rattled as she kissed him back with the same intensity. His hands flew to her blouse, expertly undoing the straps until her peaches came into view. His kisses trailed on her neck and settled on her breasts. He gave each a gentle squeeze before sucking each.

A fire, long buried within her, ignited below her belly. She could feel her juices flow. As if he had read her mind, his hand slipped into her undergarments. His fingers expertly stroked her clit to make her flood instantly.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth to suppress a moan but each of his strokes were volatile. He dipped a finger in, covered by her juices before he moved to make her body quiver in need.

And as if that was not enough, he slid in another finger making her gasp in ecstasy. The fact that she was chained and his prisoner left her mind the moment his kiss turned her mind into bliss. Now, she was more ready than ever. She wanted him so damn bad it almost hurt more than the tight chains around her wrist.

But Azazel had other plans. When he was certain she was wet enough, he stepped back to admire the effect of his work. A smirk formed on his lip when he saw her eyes closed anticipating for him to fuck her bloody.

"We’re done here for today," he said, turning around to leave. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Allicent’s eyes shot open to see his retreating back.

"Wait, what?" She asked, disbelief laced in her voice.

Azazel halted in his tracks, a smirk laced on his thin lips, before he turned around to face her with a staged serious look.

"What?"

Allicent’s hate for him intensified but she needed him, badly at that. He bloody well knew what she wanted but the brat acted dumb.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she whispered in need, loud enough for him to hear.

"I want you."

Azazel looked around as if to check she was talking to someone else. "Here I am," he replied with a straight face.

Damn it. Why was he making this difficult than it already was? She was certain he was doing this on purpose, either to piss her or for the sake of the thrill.

"I want you," she took in a deep shaky breath, "to fuck me." Her eyes met with his, the need to beg instantly clouding her mind. "Please."

Azazel watched her for a fleeting couple of seconds before he walked the distance between them. He crouched low to meet with her, his hands softly caressing her still displayed breasts. He poked her nipples with his fingers igniting the lust into a blazing inferno.

She had the perfect body, just as he could remember. Hell, he even wanted to fuck her bloody after all those years. But this wasn’t about sex.

He halted in his actions, raising his eyes to meet with hers. "Why would I do that?" He asked.

Allicent’s eyes grew in disbelief and hurt. She was very ready for him, as much as she hated him, and all he could say was that?

"If you’ll excuse me," he said, rising to his feet, "I have a kingdom to rule."

"Do you want me to beg?" She asked, tears forming on the brim of her eyes. She had to thank the mating mark for this.

"You can. But I must warn you," he leaned forward to whisper, "I’m not the bloody vampire king!"

And with that, he left.