PREDATORY MARRIAGE

RED LIGHT DISTRICT

Kurkans were rarely called by their names. Most continents despised them, perceiving them as beasts or barbarians. This is because their race were known have inherit the blood of beasts— they were known to be inhumane and indecorous. They are impulsive, indulgent and instinctive dangerous beings.

But there was one thing humanity envied them, their physical ability and beauty. What monstrosity lied beneath their skin could not dim their appearance bestowed by the gods.

This disparity gave them popularity. In fact, among slaves, the best class was the Kurkans. Even In Estia, where slaves trading is illegal, they were secretly traded.

In fact, Princess Leah herself had seen many Kurkans sold as slaves but this was her first time to see a Kurkan with an imposing aura.

Her mind was in a haze, but she was sure of one thing, the man in front of her was not fit for s*x slavery nor for humor. Rather, with his every cell exuding authority, she could imagine him looking disdainfully from above.

“…..”

Her body moved on its instinct. Leah stepped back but soon she felt her back touching the wall. A hard chilly sensation ran down her spine with her sudden entrapment.

The man from the corner, watched her with amusement dancing in his eyes. Slowly and leisurely, he crossed the distance between them. He went very close that their bodies touched. Instantly, Leah felt suffocated but she could only stand rigid in her place. At this moment, she found breathing a rather laborious job.

With one finger, the man flipped Leah’s cap from her head. He was a being with supreme senses and there was nothing queer he could not possibly miss. He frowned at the stiff, cheap brown wig Leah was wearing and tore it off right away. With nothing restraining it, Leah’s dazzling silver hair softly rolled down her waist with a faint glow.

His golden eyes squinted at her. His skimming, smouldering gaze seemed to be stinging her exposed skin, boring holes to places he set them. Although she was wearing clothes, she felt naked.

Slender napes, collarbone slightly exposed through the tousled clothes, and small chest that rises and falls while she breathed laboriously, the man studied these all. It was not hard to realise that the lady he cornered was no commoner.

“I can’t believe a lady of your standing visit the red-light district. Is something with the aristocrats shaky, I assume?”

Leah straighten her tense shoulders. Instead of retorting, she calmly opened her lips and said what reeled in her mind. “It seems that you do not know my purpose in following you…”

She stared up at him and felt herself die inside. She got the wrong man! But how would she ever explain to him her mistake without revealing who she was.

“Purpose?” His lips twisted into a mocking smile, understanding fully her motives.

“What’s wrong with that? I was only looking for fun while making sure my identity was hidden.”

“…..”

He was speechless. It was not everyday an aristocrats, with a failed attempt at disguising, graces this kind of place. She was hiding something.

Though he had more questions he wanted to ask her, he did not press her any further. On the other hand, his silence made Leah thoroughly flustered, her heart racing madly against her chest. She knew that at this moment, her face resemble a fat tomato.

In embarrassment, she was forced to lower her eyes. Perhaps, the man was looking for entertainment, which in the current circumstances, was granted. She, who assumed he was a prostitute, must have piqued his interest. He body language told her that he did not have the heart to let her go anytime soon.

Silently, Leah decided on her next course of action. She would never see him again, anyway. If this is one of the prices for ruining the royal family’s purity, then the means she had to do it must no longer do it.

With trembling hand, she clutched the edge of her skirt tightly. From the start, she was determined to do this even if she knew she must die. Hence, at this point, there was no need for her to be scared.

As she slowly look up and caught his searing gaze, she noticed that his golden pupils slightly thinned and her jaws instantly fell. To notice this peculiarity in this close proximity was awe-striking.

Deeply enthralled, she lost track of the seconds that ticked by. But a deep throaty chuckle brought her back to her senses.

Leah then pushed the man’s chest inaudibly, trying to make room between them. However, the strength of her frail arms were feeble—the man was hardly moved. Instead, he smirk grew as he watched her struggle.

He is sure enjoying this, she glared at him.

“Don’t act presumptuously, I was only looking for someone to pay and have s*x with.” She spat out with irritation clearly evident in her voice. In his eyes, she was no modest woman so why should she act like one?

The man only laugh hoarsely at her bluntness. He asked back with amusement. “So should I call you master?”

This man sure is cocky. She gritted her teeth and untie the knot of her dress with trembling hands. She just wanted this to be over. While she tried to remove her dress, the man whispered in her ears, making her fumbling hands freeze.

“I should be the one to do that.”

Before she could protest, large hands lifted her effortlessly. The man handled him as if she was only a mere child.

Cradled in his hands, she looked at him, brimming I’m embarrassment.

“Are you scared?” Asked him.

Her answer wasn’t heard, because as soon as he said so, he tossed her to the bed and climbed sleekly on top of her. The bed creaking underneath his weight. His slender fingers grabbed Leah’s chin and thump rubbed her plump lower lip.

“Why did you dare come to this place?”

The voice that reverberated in her ears sent small shudders down her body. Yet, his intimidation could not shake her resolve in keeping the reason of her visit and therefore, her identity, to herself.

“Just do what I told you to do.” She raised one eyebrow and could not help but feign courage. “Don’t worry, I promise to pay you.”

Hearing this, the man whispered in a gentle voice: his golden eyes shining with mischief. “Open your legs.”