The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 713: Virgin Mistress

Nathaniel went to the memorial room at the estate, where his mother’s ashes were placed. He lit scented sticks in front of the memorial slab and knelt before the altar, his head bowed in front of the only person in the world to whom he would ever lower his head.

"Mother, I know I haven’t been a good son by leaving you in this place all these years, letting you see that disgusting man every day, even after your death. But not anymore. I am free from him now, and I can take you away. I’ll make sure you rest in a peaceful place where he will never be able to reach you. Just bear with it for a little while longer, alright? There’s something I need to do before we leave this place."

He stayed there quietly for a while before leaving, his gaze filled with determination.

Late at night, Nathaniel’s butler brought him wine. Sitting on the open balcony of his chamber despite the cold, Nathaniel enjoyed the wine as he asked his butler, "Where is that mistress my father recently brought?"

"She’s staying in the side quarters of Lord Mortem’s residence," the butler informed him.

"She’s new here and must be getting bored. How about I offer her some company and comfort?" Nathaniel remarked, his gaze emotionless as he stared into the darkness. "Maybe she’d like to taste some of my precious wine."

"Yes, my Lord," the butler replied, understanding his master’s intent, and left.

After half an hour, the butler returned. "My Lord, she is here."

Nathaniel turned to look at her. A beautiful young woman stood before him with her head lowered.

Sensing his gaze but hearing nothing from him, she slowly raised her head to meet his eyes, only to find his deep gaze fixed on her face, while he sipped his wine, his long fingers gracefully wrapped around the slender glass.

His long legs were slightly apart, one extended on the floor, while the other was bent at the knee. His free hand rested on the armrest as he leaned back gracefully in the chair.

Even in the cold, he wore a loose silk robe, its front almost exposing his perfectly sculpted chest, leaving just enough to stir her imagination in the dim lamp light. Despite the distance between them, she could feel his domineering aura, making her freeze in place, uncertain of what to do or why she was even there.

"Want to say something?" His deep, hypnotic voice reached her ears, causing her to gulp.

She immediately lowered her gaze, realizing she should not look directly at the lord. "I was told not to step out of my quarters, my Lord. I should not be here..."

"But you still came," he interrupted, his lips curving into a smirk. "What gave you the courage to disregard my father’s command?"

She was speechless, unsure of how to respond.

"Or perhaps you were simply intrigued by me, unable to hold yourself back from coming to me," Nathaniel spoke again, his gaze confident, knowing his words held truth.

There had not been a single woman he had targeted who hadn’t eventually fallen for his charm. All of them came to him of their own will, unaware that they shouldn’t.

"My Lord... I..."

"Wondering whether to stay or leave?" Nathaniel continued her unspoken thoughts. "If you want to go, I won’t bother to stop you. But if you choose to stay, I might offer you something better than you could expect from that old man—my father." freёnovelkiss.com

There was silence for a moment before the woman raised her head. She watched as Nathaniel emptied his wine glass and set it back on the table in front of him, his gaze giving her permission to proceed.

As if on cue, the woman walked to the center table, knelt before it, and poured him more wine, silently showing her submission. She handled the wine jar with grace, skillfully pouring it into the glass without spilling a single drop.

"You’ve been trained well, only to please a scum like my father," Nathaniel remarked, knowing these women were always well-prepared before they were sent to serve the man they were assigned to. It wasn’t just about simple aesthetics; they were also educated on how to satisfy the men they served. They weren’t naive, though most were offered as virgins to men like his father, who preferred it that way.

She offered him a glass of wine. Nathaniel accepted it, took a graceful sip while his intense gaze never left her, and then leaned forward to get closer to her. He brought the wine glass toward her lips, silently urging her to drink.

Obediently, she parted her lips and allowed him to feed her the wine. After taking a sip, she heard him ask in a low, husky voice, "Isn’t it good?"

She nodded lightly. "It is, my Lord," she replied, her gaze fixated on the close view of his handsome face, as if entirely enchanted by him.

His eyes traveled down from her face along her slender neck, then further down. "Such a beautiful virgin," he murmured before his gaze returned to her face. "Why don’t you start pleasuring me, and let’s see what you’re capable of before I show you what I can do to you?"

As she had been taught, she leaned in with the intention of kissing him. But before her lips could touch his, a finger pressed against her mouth. "Everywhere but my mouth. If you dare cross that line, you won’t want to imagine how I’ll punish you." His gaze was sharp, and his voice carried a dangerous warning that made her nod quickly.

He leaned back in the chair, offering her access to his body. "Proceed," he commanded, swirling the wine glass in his hand.

She moved closer on her knees, reaching out as she untied the belt of his robe, parting both sides to reveal the enticing view of his perfectly sculpted torso. She swore she had never seen a man like him before—not just his face and demeanor, but his body was something to crave.

Her hands reached out to touch his chest, but he grabbed them. "You might as well get to the best part first," his gaze shifted downward to his pants.

She understood what he meant, and she started to unbutton his pants.

Nathaniel leaned his head back on the chair as he looked up at the starry sky, a light smirk playing on his lips as he thought, ’My father’s virgin mistress here is blowing me off, I wonder how satisfying it would be to see his face when he gets to know it? A light chuckle left his lips. Instead of preparing to give me a sibling, she is preparing to pleasure me.’

He could feel her warm mouth working on him, pleasuring him skillfully. He finally lowered his hazy gaze and looked at that innocent face which didn’t look innocent at all now. Her small mouth moved skillful along his length, letting out soft moans, trying to take all of him till deep down her throat.

’Only if she knows what I am going to do with her.’