Breaking Vows For My Mate

The Lustful Duke

"You should wear something" I walk to where he is seated and withdrew from tossing the cloth I held to his face.

"Or you might catch a cold" I remarked even though I didn't mind, at this point, if he got ill.

"But I'd rather you see me like this" he chuckled before standing on his feet, gripping the towel with his one hand.

The water dripping to the floors from his physique were hard to miss as I am the one who will clean it up.

"Come here" he ordered, while bringing back his sad tone. "I want to" Edgar paused, as if unsure of what to say "smell you"

I narrow my eyes, and blink profusely while thinking of how he sounds like a freak. Who smells people?

"If I can't have you, then let me just-" he sharply drew in breath with both his eyes closed.

I planned on leaving while his eyes were shut but instead, I watched him. At how his chest rose and gradually fell back down. At how he once more opened the pair of grey eyes, and now watched me as well.

"My duke, are you on something?" I was actually terrified even though I stood still.

Only animals or madmen would want to smell people. And becoming a duke does not automatically remove you from being a madman either.

Edgar walked to my stead. His lids were half closed and he wore a smile on his face. He looked intoxicated, and no doubt, sounded like it too.

"Can I..." He aggressively inhaled once more with drunk battering lids " taste you?"

I kept my distance, searching for something to hopefully bring him back from this sudden change to sanity.

It's probably a test... To see if I am a harlot, just like mother. That is the only plausible explanation here, or maybe he really is under the influence of drugs.

I then think of princess Reana, his fiancée.

"I believe Princess Reana would taste better, mmm" I desperately expressed the sound of contentment.

However, he still didn't budge and gradually closed the distance between us both.

"The perfect match of a duke and a princess" right?

It felt like a forever backwards walk, just as it is when one is running away in a dream.

"You will protect her with that towering body of yours, provide for your future little ones as well"

"You will-, you will" I stutter as my back had just come in contact with the wall "You will learn to love her"

I look over to my left, to where the closest thing that can temporarily shut me out of his madness is. The bathroom.

As I rush over, grab the door handle and pull as fast as I could, there was this slamming force that made my heart skip a beat. He'd shut the doors instantly, like a peal of thunder.

With Edgar's beefy hand above my head, there was no way of getting that door open.

"For years now... have I longed for you" he said above my head.

My back had been facing him, and my gaze glued on the handle I still hold with all of my might, as I am not ready to peer at him head on.

"How dare you speak of loving another woman!!!" He yelled into my ears... I didn't like being yelled at, it is so undermining.

"If you find this funny, well, I don't." My croaking voice, in contrast to his, had been like that of an old lady and a train whistle.

We would joke every once in a while about random things. But this, didn't at all, feel like a random thing to even think of joking about.

I could feel his breath at the back of my head, constantly blowing strands of my hair out of place.

Is this guy seriously hyperventilating right now?

"You should be savoured" Edgar whispered while gradually compressing his bare chiseled chest on my back. "you should be devoured " He wraps his one arm around my waist, moves closer to my neck and licks it "why haven't I done that yet?"

My pupils dilate, I could feel the blood rushing as I endured the crush between both our bodies and my skin had finally flushed with his raw gesture of neck licking.

I took the liberty of looking at him. The first selfish man to ever lay hand on me.

Well, second selfish man to ever lay hand. But that, is a story for another time.

He had let loose of his tight grip when he realized I wanted to turn to face him. The little gap he offered for me to whirl my frightened body was enough to feel every outline of dividing abs and the great depression at its centre.

So this is the feel of a man's chest, I thought in fascination

My eyes widened in disbelief as I repeatedly tell herself... You must not end up like your mother. s*x comes after marriage!, you pledged to that!!

I finally look up at him to see the wet dark brown curls, and a deep meaningful furrowed brows.

Edgar's grey pair of eyes, however, looked intimidating from where I stand, more like a possessive beast that cautiously watches over his personal belonging.

And I think to myself, this is not the gaze of the man I've washed and clothe for about four years now. This is the gaze of another. Not of a being.

His staggering breath was as forceful as ever now that I face him, and the rapidly pulsating heart beat of his could I hear loud and clear...

Moreover, his tidal scent I wash him with was likewise a dominant factor here.

I then drift my gaze to the great stubble of beard which conceals portions of his mouth.

The very lips which is legally owned to an eye catching princess.

And while I tried looking away, something caught my attention... His Adam's apple slowly rising before falling back down.

I place a hand and slowly glide down on his slightly wet bumpy chest, while whispering the words to myself... No one would ever know.

I had been awed by the masculinity of the man before me.

There was this strong and sudden pull that I, nor my resolve to sleep with a man till after marriage, could overcome.

Before then pausing in the realization of something....

"But duke" I force an awkward laugh to mask the wrongful act I had almost committed "how can you say such when you are set for marriage within the next month?"

I made the action of sliding down his chest have the appearance of shoving him away, but it would seem that my turndown didn't matter at all.

"She is my fiancée, not my lover" Edgar still persisted. He bit his lower rim and now steadily drew closer to my face. My lips, to be exact.

My hand ventures on its own accord to his face and the seconds after, there is a resonating sound that filled the silence in the room.

Yes, I slapped him.

His words had brought to light a fresh memory of an attempted buried past of mine. The one where a whole family with common needs, such as a father's love, had been abandoned because of his newly found lover.

I'm what will be best known to people who hears of me as the other woman... A second, third, fourth-... Not the first choice.

I felt a swell from within, and urgent need to cry "This is unlike you, my duke" I said while the dam finally bursts.

Though everyone makes a mockery of me in terms of sleeping with engaged or married men, he had been the only one, despite of who he is, to distinguish himself from that crowd.

And now he does this. Becoming the first on my list to openly mock me without even considering that it is his first time.

"You disgust me"

Edgar had been brought back to reality with the slap as he immediately let go of his hold on me and took an insignificant step backward.

His cheek was red with a tiny handprint and he did not even soothe it with his fingers.

"Your fiancée must think highly of you" I dramatically wipe the tears away with a lifted chest.

I hadn't shown my tears when father had run away with his lover, or when mother had disregarded staying at home with her daughters after his leave.

For the first time, in a really long time, did I show my tears... To this man that thinks of me as a w***e. And I'm not even sure of why.

Gosh, I'm being emotional. Still, I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SLAPPED A DUKE!!!

Edgar avoided my gaze after that "The wedding must be getting to me" he plainly gave the most stupid ever heard of excuse.

And you wanted to test your skill in bed with me, I scornfully think to myself.

I guess the thought of dedicating yourself to only one woman was the trigger. A great surge of lust. But the one thing that baffles me is how the towel was able to not fall off after all that.

He exhaled before turning his back on me to portray the tattoo design of a serpent which passes through holes such as the eyes and teeth of a skull.

Everything on him was demonic. A more reason to abstain from him.

I have needs, everyone has needs. But this, this is a clear red flag.

"May I be excused?" I question uncomfortably with clamped hands that fondles with each other.

"You may" he said after a short while.

I walked away without another glance at him. I could not tell if he had been remorseful for what he did. Not by his evasive look, nor in his tone.

From where I stand, it's all about power. No one would believe me if I were to share this experience, and clearly, he knows that too.

Instead, would the tables turn on me. My background, where I grew up, and the family I grew into.

In distinction to his Shangri-la , I don't have a say against anything he does to me... I'm basically a nobody.

Holy f*ck, I pause in realization. He could charge me for laying my 'filthy' hands on him!!!