Chapter 9 Lust
The sound of rushing water slapping against the granite floor resounded in the corners of his bathroom. Kael stood under the intense pressure of his shower, letting the freezing water cascade over him, cooling down the heat spreading through his veins like a contagious disease.
He was drunk. He didn’t know how he managed to slip into her room. He just came to his senses when he heard her crying.
He wanted to kill her. She wasn’t as flawless as he deemed when he saw her in person. He was watching the entire auction process through Val’s live feed. The moment he set his eyes on her, he knew he wanted her so bad, even only through the monitor.
She was like a living doll, so perfect and innocent.
It even got to his nerves when she saw him draw closer to Val the first time she saw him.
He wants her to be perfect. He wanted her unscathed, and he had lost his temper upon seeing the flaming wound on her knee. He could have killed her. He was dangerously close to pulling the trigger. However, when he stared into her eyes, something stopped him. The way her plump lips parted in horror, he wanted to kiss her so badly, take her in front of Val. He wanted to wipe the terrified expression off her face and replace it with pleasure, wanting her whimpers to turn into moans of ecstasy.
He hadn’t visited her for over a week after he pointed a gun at her head, but that doesn’t mean her face left his brain. He also had her transferred into the room made specifically for her. He likes the color red; he thinks it suits her very well.
Kael even dreamt of taking her, waking up in the morning having a hard-on, easing it up on somebody else.
That was true until last night.
He finally got a taste of her, but not in the way he expected to. He found her to be luscious, sweet, and highly addictive. The taste of her mouth still lingers on his tongue. The smoothness of her body under his touch was imprinted on his brain like a permanent tattoo. He hadn’t been like this with other women. He mostly fucked them hard and then left the next day, or he got rid of them after he was finished pumping his lust out of them, depending on the situation.
Nothing compares to her. However, there’s something in him that he couldn’t do without her permission.
He almost lost it. The way her body perfectly fits his. Her mounds were just about the right size that fit in his hands. Her gasps even sounded melodious to his ears, even though it was out of fear.
She’s terrified of him.
Kael looked down and saw the evidence of his own arousal. He turned the lever into a full blast of freezing water and relieved himself using his hands, pummeling up and down, imagining that it was his doll’s mouth covering his shaft. His grunts and moans were drowned out by the sound of running water.
He was panting heavily and loudly after squirting the last drop of his frustration down into the drain while his palm was flat on the wall. The cold water finally affected him, and he could feel his body begin to chill. He turned off the lever and slid the glass door to the side, walking out from the shower, leaving trails of water dripping on the floor as he went to the sink. His mossy green eyes reflected on the mirror as he stared at himself.
Locks of wet hair hung above his thick eyebrows, arrogant cheekbones, his subtle aquiline nose. Despite the fact that most girls would give their lives to have him, the girl he now desires would tremble in sheer terror whenever he was in her presence.
He already has her in his grasp, yet she’s too fragile to be held. Like a porcelain doll, and he’s afraid that she would break if he holds her too tight.
Groaning with frustration, Kael swept back his hair and went out from the bathroom, getting himself ready for today’s transactions, pushing the thoughts of having the woman into the rearmost part of his mind.
He put on a white polo and khaki pants, paired up with oxford shoes and an expensive watch to complete his daily attire. He went down the stairs, making his way towards the dining hall for his breakfast, only to find the woman he assigned as a personal handmaid to his doll exiting from the kitchen’s entryway.
Kael remembered the Asian girl that they had saved from human traffickers five years ago. She asked them to take her with them. She’s never been a nuisance in his estate and only speaks to him on a very infrequent basis. He had even forgotten about her and had only recently recollected her existence.
She didn’t see him walk into the dining room and almost collided with him when she turned around. Fortunately, he had quick reflexes and stepped aside to avoid colliding with the girl who was carrying a glass of water.
Her eyes went wide when she finally saw him. She bowed her head down and quickly apologized. Kael raised his hand and was about to dismiss her, but then he remembered what he did last night.
“How was she?” He asked, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the far end of a long, ostentatious dining table.
“Huh?” The girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, lost as to what he was trying to say.
“She, how was she?” He repeated, taking the table napkin set on top of the plate prepared solely for him and tucking it on his collar.
“Uhm, Lilia’s okay. She’s eating right now,” she replied, contemplating whether or not she would look at him or keep her head bow low.
Kael hid a smile on his face upon hearing her name.
‘Lilia,’ he thought, ‘so, that is her name. It suits her.’
“Good.” He nodded. At the same time, a servant emerges from the kitchen, pushing a rolling service table cart.
“Is there anything you'd like me to say to her?” The girl queried, at long last lifting her face and looking at him.
Kael looked at her, then back at his plate. “No. I think I’ve said enough for now.” He shook his head as he picked up the knife and fork and waited for the servant to finish putting his meal down. "Now, go."
“Yes, master.” She dipped her head once more in a courtly bow and went back to his doll’s room.
Her name appeases him. It means love. Though he doesn’t believe in that word, it provides him with a sense of fantasticality in this cruel world.
He was preoccupied with eating his breakfast when a sudden high-pitched scream resounded throughout the mansion. After that, there was a loud shattering of glass.
Alerted by the mortified scream, Kael stood up at the speed of light, dashing towards the spiraling staircase where he saw the handmaiden he had just spoken about recently.
Her face was blanched of any colors.
“What happened? Tell me!” His brows furrowed into deep befuddlement as he stared at the girl leaping two steps down at a time with her face plastered with panic.
Aya gasped, stumbling on the landing, her eyes wide with fear. “Master, she—she wasn’t there! The door was open, and her plate was still half full! I only left for a moment to get her water!”
“Lilia? What about Lilia?” Kael grabbed her arm, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
She swallowed hard, pointing a trembling finger up the stairs. “Lilia! She’s gone!”