Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 90: A Witch

"Just let me go, Lord Cain!" she begged, knowing she would have fallen on her knees and done so if not for Cain’s tight grip around her arm.

The anger in his eyes was evident as he pulled her even closer until they were barely a few breaths apart.

"That’s not true, you—"

"You heard what you wanted to hear! I’ve said it before—my heart raced because I’m scared of you!" Her fists clenched together as she continued to speak, aware that the second the other guards came back and the mansion was full again, she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Violet was surprised to see him look at her with such sincerity, but she didn’t care. Even if he cared the slightest bit about her, the second he found out what she was, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. The memory of when he had been seconds away from shooting her still fresh in her mind.

"You almost shot me! What do you expect?!" she screamed, blinking rapidly to push away the slight dizziness that almost overwhelmed her, shocked and relieved to watch him suddenly let go of her hand, which already had red marks around it that would bruise for days.

Relieved, Violet immediately turned around, dashing straight for the door, ready to leave. She knew she felt something for Cain, but she’d be a greater fool if she even dared to dive deeper and find out what it was.

Honestly! Let’s just never meet again! It’s for both our good! Violet thought, pulling open the door to leave, only to hear it slam shut right back. Cain stood against it as he stared down at her, almost like he was taking in the entirety of her being with one look.

Violet stared back, more in confusion and fear. "Wh-what’s wrong?"

"You can barely stand on your two feet. Your vision is starting to blur," he pointed out, Violet not surprised that he managed to notice, but even more shocked that he still cared as she watched a smile flicker across his face.

"Even if I’m going to let you go... as a good Lord, I should make sure you don’t end up dead somewhere," Cain continued, even though he was fully aware that it was simply an excuse—an excuse to hold on for much longer.

If Violet left, he would have to depend on his uncle for the red medicine, and he would be back under his uncle’s control. The pain of the curse would also be back, if not worse, and most of all, his relationship with Violet was something he was unwilling to end, even after he had struggled to accept that his mate was a man.

"Take off your shirt! I’ll at least try and—"

"No!" Violet snapped, wanting to step back but unable, shocked to feel Cain push her back into the door, even as he hovered over her with a visible expression of fury on his face.

"Don’t think for a second that I have a good temper, and I took all that you said in good faith. I don’t care whether you were lying or you’re telling the truth, but you’re going to—"

Still speaking, when Violet dived out from between his arms as fast as she could, even as Cain turned around to look at her with an incredulous expression on his face that seemed to say, Do you really think you can outrun me?

"I detest the thought of you touching me!" Violet said, even as she continued to back away, waiting for Cain to come closer so that she would be able to dash toward the door, annoyed to see Cain do exactly as she hoped, even if his aura felt more suffocating and domineering than before.

"I don’t care! Get on the bed!" His voice deeper, eyes laced with fury as he walked closer to her, but Violet’s voice was just as fierce as she saw her life slowly flash before her eyes.

"No—" but she had just said those two words when she felt her legs leave the floor, her mouth dropping open even as she didn’t even see Cain move, until she felt her back hit the bed the next second, Cain pressing her down into the bed in a way that escaping would have been nothing but a dream.

His fingers already working on her buttons, even as Violet hurriedly spoke up. "I-I’ll do it! I can do it!" she hurriedly said, ignoring the anger she noted in Cain’s eyes but ignoring it even as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt up to where she had gotten injured, even as she tried to make sure that no piece of the bandage she had used to bind her chest poked out.

Her heart thumping in her chest as she felt Cain lean closer to take a closer look at it, even as she pleaded to all that was above to help her.

Just this once! As long as he doesn’t find out, I’ll do anything! Violet swore to anyone or anything that was listening, only to hear nothing until she felt the heat of Cain’s breath against her side.

Her body jerking back as she felt the wetness of his tongue against it as she struggled to speak. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Wha-what are you doing?" she scrambled to say, only to feel him pin her hands against the bed even as he spoke.

"My saliva can help, but you’ll still have to get surgery," he responded, bending his head to lick it again, even as Violet tried to keep her body from trembling, only to fail. With her hands pinned up, there was no way her shirt wasn’t going to go higher.

Tears brimming in her eyes as she squeezed them shut, just as she felt Cain go completely still as he knelt over her.

"You’re seriously hurt?" The concern in his voice felt more like a stab to her chest, even as she jerked her arm off the second she felt him slacken his hold, taking the chance to dash away again, only to feel Cain pin her face down into the sheets.

"Ge-get off me!" Violet screamed, even as she heard Cain’s cool voice speak from high above her.

"You’re trembling!" An iciness creeping into his tone as she felt him rip off her shirt from behind, the bare air against her skin wasn’t the only thing that gave her goosebumps.

Shocked to feel him grab hold of the piece of cloth she had used to bind her chest and rip it from behind. By then, Violet couldn’t see a thing as tears slid freely down her eyes.

The silence felt like an explosion as she waited for the hangman’s noose to come down, and she didn’t have to wait long as she felt Cain spin her back up and slam her into the bed, his hand right around her neck as he stared into her eyes.

Violet, taken aback at what she saw: almost like he wasn’t even looking at her but at someone else when he spoke.

"You’re a witch!" His hands cruel and brutal as his grip tightened around her neck enough to cut off her breathing and getting dangerously close to crushing her windpipe.