My Beautiful Mate [ENGLISH]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Something was different about the man who chose me. He was something so much more than he let on. And I'm not talking about the monster hiding in him.

"Can you just let me go?" I boldly questioned, even when fully aware of what his answer would be.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, then taking a few strides towards the bed. More importantly, his bed. I knew this because the bed shared the same masculine smell that wafted off of him. Me being in his bed wasn't the worst part. It was that I actually enjoyed his scent and presence. Maybe his darkness was rubbing off on me, or being kept in the same room without going outside, was making me go kind of insane. Either way, he was affecting me. And to me that wasn't a good thing at all.

This was worse than being locked up in some asylum. Just a few days almost a week with him and already I liked him being around me. What was wrong with me? What did he do to me? I had to be going pretty nuts to actually think I like something about this murderer.

"You know I can do that." He paused, taking in the horrible state I woke in, his hands gripping onto one of the two wooden posts at the end of the bed. I stared as his knuckles turned white, yet when I looked up, his eyes were unfazed and focused on mine.

"Nightmares again? I think I know a few ways to get rid of them and how you can repay me, slave." Then there it was, that slow, teasing, and awfully charming smirk again.

Although my breath hitched in my throat, I rolled my eyes at him and continued to pull against the rope, which continued to dig and rub harshly against my sensitive skin.

I could see each muscled bunch on his fit body through the thin fabric of his dress shirt, and got a glimpse of the golden skin revealed by his few undone top buttons. At times I got a sneak peek of something soft and sweet about the man, but then it faded almost instantly and he returned to his usual demanding and controlling self. 

Before his hand could touch my cheek, I flinched away. And when I was given a low growl in return, I knew that was a mistake. One I should've known not to make.

Within a blink of an eye, he had freed me from the clutches of the ropes, but more roughly than the night of the ball. An obvious sign that I had made him angry.

"Let me go, Azrael!" A scream tore out my throat as he suddenly yanked me out of the room and down the hall as if he were running out of time. I writhed and struggled in his rough grasp, only to then be thrown over his shoulder. My upper body to come into contact with his, while I felt a muscular arm wrap around the back of my legs. He treated me as if I were nothing but a sack of potatoes.

As I swayed a bit and occasionally his his back, I couldn't help but notice how good he felt, how warm he was, how strong he was. I trembled a bit from his touch and then froze when my gaze looked down at the ground. I was at least several feet in the air. The man a fricken giant.

Swallowing a fearful cry, I squeezed my eyes shut as I hated the thought of failing. It scared me. Even though I knew I wasn't that high off the ground, the sight was enough to cause me to go quiet and feel light headed. My stomach wasn't having a good time either as anxiety bubbled up in my gut.

My nails dug into his back as I clung to him for dear life, kind of like how a cat would if you tried to give it a bath. Soon his body tensed beneath my hands and another deeper growl left him. But it sounded different from the first. More like a purr of some sort.

Then before I knew it, I was put back down and opened my eyes, only to see his darker ones staring back at me.

He motioned towards the kitchen with his hand and gave just one demand.

"Cook."

"Alright, I get it. I'll cook." I finally managed to glare at him from inside the kitchen before I got busy and dashed around trying to find out where everything was. It wasn't an easy task as he would occasionally try to hurry me up by lightly yanking on the chain, the very chain that was connected to the thick collar around my neck. I debated every time he yanked on the chain whether to shout a simple, or hit him with the pain in my hand. To be honest, I really wanted to do both. But I didn't want to die so soon.

He made me tense and jittery whenever I felt his eyes on me. He was basically observing my every movement. I failed miserably at trying to ignore him and the tingles that spread through me constantly, which alerted me of his gaze. That hadn't helped me much either. 

With the grace I had left in me, I finally forced myself to finish and set the plate of food I had just made, down in front of him.

"There. Bacon, eggs, and pancakes."

His eyes shone with surprise for a split second, before he stood and silently grasped the plate.

He then gave me a look, one wished I could smack right off of his face, before purposefully dropping it on the ground in front of me.

Holding back my anger, I suck in a deep breath and glare at him, my body trembling from the rage building up inside of me. That's just great, all that food was wasted! What an asshole!

"Clean it up."

I grit my teeth and kneel down, huffing every now and then as I cleaned up the mess. But as soon as I finished, he yanked me back up and shoved me out the kitchen, and lead me to what looked like another door. Sure enough, he pushed open the door and led me by the chain out of the palace.

There was a sudden jolt of pain in my fingertip as we walked out into the garden, my eyes glancing down at my hand, wincing as I watched the blood trickle down my fingers. A shard of glass had buried itself deep within my finger.

Azrael seemed to notice almost instantly as the smell of blood wafted towards his nose. His eyes skimmed along my hand, finding that my finger was indeed bleeding. He then gripped my wrist and looked me in the eyes, the expression he wore was deadly serious and that gaze of his warmed me to do as I was told. 

"Stay still." His voice was hoarse now as he began to pull out the shard of glass. I wince again and start to fidget, it stung like hell.

"Damn! Stop being such a crybaby and stand still!" His growl turned into one of annoyance, before finally pulling out the shard of glass. He then lifted my hand to his mouth and held my finger to his lips, letting his tongue smooth over the small cut on my finger. All the blood that was once oozing out of it was gone along with Azrael's harsh demeanor. His playful smirk returned and he sent me a small glance, his eyes gleaming like the ocean during a sunny day. "If you wanted so badly for me to taste you, you should've just asked."

My heart picked up pace as his flirtatious words took its toll on me and warmth spread through my cheeks. Trying to ignore that I was blushing from his comment and that he had such a huge effect on me. I managed to tear my hand out of his grasp and roll my eyes at him. "Why did you bring me out here anyways, Azrael?"

"This is where you'll be working half of the time. The rest of your work will be done in my bedroom." There was a weird huskiness to his voice as he mentioned the latter part and I stiffened, as if he thought I'd do any s****l favors for him. Besides I wasn't experienced in the sort of thing. I bet his plan to embarass me to death. That's it. I'm going crazy. I must be from being locked up in a room for several days with this lunatic.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I huff as he gives me a small tour of the fields of vegetables and the orchards full of ripe fruits. Then with no other directions or at least a heads up, he turned away from me and went on his merry way back to the palace. The only words leaving his mouth were. "Get to work."

Once he left, I looked down at my injured finger and my cheeks warmed suddenly with both anger and frustration. "Spoiled, rude, ass, a perverted Prince of assholes." Muttering more colorful words under my breath, I began to pick grapes off several vines nearby and put them into a basket left out for me.