Blood Signature: No Borders Between Us

2 - Irresistible

(Le Jardin Hotel )

Amelia opened her eyes. A beautiful red and gold canopy with intricate patterns met her gaze. It was the first after years in captivity that she felt at ease to breathe. She stroked the soft white mattress covering her body, keeping her warm. Amelia softly reached out her hands, as if attempting to reach the ceiling. Bandages were covering her wounds. She moved her legs in the mattress, she felt bandages on them too. However, she's not wearing any underwear. She doesn't even care regardless. Her nostrils twitched as she inhaled the fragrance of roses in the hotel room.

“Roses..-”, a deep voice said beside her, she turned her head gently. Her gaze met Sir Amor's gentle hazel eyes. He was facing her sideways, his head leaning on his knuckles and he was wearing only a black satin robe. “-they smell wonderful, even look beautiful, not everyone adores its thorns. But that happens to be my most favorite part”. He smiled sweetly at her.

Amelia let out a hopeless sigh. She knew it. Another prison, just a beautiful cage, and another handsome captor. Another thing, she couldn't remember what happened before getting here. Her mind was still hazy.

“Do whatever you want with me. Please skip the pleasantries”, there's nothing more Amelia hates than a hypocrite who pretends to be good. It reminded her of a brief flashback of Joseph's warm and welcoming eyes. He used to look like an angel. As if flowers blossom wherever he goes. But it's all just a cover. He's rotten to the core.

“Oh I'm not pleasant darling, but the question is what do you want to do with me?”, Sir. Amor smiled. There is something about his smile that is very appealing. Amelia knew it herself, good looks aren't everything. Last time it got her tortured.

“What?”, confused, she scrunched her eyebrows together.

“I shall live by your orders-”, he brushed a rouge hair covering Amelia’s face, then his hand menacingly caressed her neck. “-till I decide to eat your soul”.

“Tell me your name”, Amelia's expression was unreadable yet calm.

“Amor but I prefer my clients calling me Sir. To Keep it professional”, His hand is now stroking her chin. Sir Amor never fails to smile at every reply. Amelia feels like it was forced. However, she's already out of that dungeon. She may believe death doesn't scare her anymore after what she has suffered. But right now her instincts are telling her to survive.

“You'll do anything for me?”

“As long as it's concerning your revenge, Yes”.

Revenge. Something about that word almost triggered a memory of whatever happened that got her out of that horrid place. Her eyes scrunched. A brief memory glitch of her eyes crying of blood and her throat burning from screaming stung her mind. She shaked if off.

“You won't betray me?”

“Yes”

“Then my soul is yours”, Amelia gently stroked his hand. She looked him in the eyes. Never minding the blunt threat he just did.

Too easy… However for Sir. Amor, amusing. Not everyone is nonchalantly thrilled about getting devoured, by a fiery hands of his stomach. He is curious to know, what’s his new master's end goal is. After all, if it's too much work, he may as well eat her right away. He's not a patient demon. Sir Amor, doesn't really have a good reputation when it comes to demonic contract morals or etiquette. He breaks rules whenever he sees fit. He smiled again at Amelia.

“I like your smile, Sir. Amor-”, Amelia said. This caught him off guard. Peculiar girl, everyone who knew of his reputation never saw him that way. “-It's the first smile I've seen after hundreds of days in that horrible place”,

Just how long was she trapped there? Even Amelia forgot to count the days or years she lost in that dungeon. Sir Amor was searching for something in her eyes. Life. Her eyes are soulless. Amelia sincerely meant what she said about his smile. However, Sir Amor is not thrilled by her actions. He retreated his hand from her and forcefully removed the mattress covering her body, exposing her. The cold air touched Amelia’s most sensitive part. The only place that was not covered by bandages, she was a little bushy. Her chest was also covered with bandages. Her entrance, however, is accessible.

Sir Amor positioned on top of her. Amelia just stared at him. Nothing. He's not impressed, Sir Amor's eyes go red. Black veins surrounded his eyes, instilling fear in Amelia. Then finally he left it, a surge of strong emotion. He smirked.

“Little flame. In our contract, extreme emotions link yourself to me-”,

“Then?”, Now she's hiding something.

“Extreme happiness, extreme anger, sadness and even… Lust…”

Amelia went silent. And swallowed a lump in her throat. Sir Amor felt her temperature rising. He could smell her sweat. And also the scent of her arousal between her legs. It's not fear Amelia was feeling from his monstrous eyes. She was getting aroused. Her mind is scared and confused by the feeling. She wanted to run because she knew what could happen next. Their s****l tension is undeniable. Her being naked while Sir Amor only wears a thin piece of satin clothing, doesn't help either.

“Now tell me Amelia, what’s your first order?”, Sir Amor began massaging her breasts gently. Amelia bit her lip. This feels wrong. As pleasure course through her veins with Sir. Amor's touch. Joseph's rough touches flashed in her mind. Joseph was behind her. His hand held her one leg up. While the other is kneading the same breast roughly. Then he shoved his member in her anus, he kept thrusting without care. Every thrust becomes more painful than the other. Amelia starts to bleed. In that memory, she started shrieking in pain. Reality suddenly hits her. It was Sir Amor not Joseph and right now she is not panicking.

“S-stop please”, Amelia weakly tried to pull his hand away from touching her.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear”, his large frame loomed over Amelia's petite body. Sir Amor slowly rested his hand on her neck. Gently putting pressure. Then his other hand reached for her thighs and opened her legs. He touched her soaking wet entrance, his two fingers teased at its wetness. Sir Amor started playing with her c**t, using slow gentle circles. Her wet entrance shows how her body responds to him. However, Sir Amor also felt the intense terror Amelia was feeling at every touch. Her mind was somewhere else. He put more pressure on the right points in her neck. Amelia gasped, she's not even showing resistance. Her body naturally yearns for touch. Sir Amor inserted two fingers in her p***y. She suppressed a moan and bit her lip harshly. But she's terrified, tears are forming in her eyes. Amelia looked away from him.

“Look at me Amelia, don't you dare think of anyone else but me”, Amelia forced to stare at his bloody red eyes and the details of black veins forming from it. Sir Amor felt her fear, he knew that wasn’t for him. He doesn't like how dare her mind wander to someone else, while he is supposed to be in control. Amelia was enticed by his demonic orbs. Why can’t she resist him? She felt his finger making a come hither motion, sending waves of undeniable pleasure in her veins. Her emotions soften, as if she is under Sir Amor's mercy.

“Let me hear you little flame~”,

“Ahh~ Amor”,

“No”, he swiftly retreated his touches from Amelia. He licked Amelia's juices in front of her eyes. Then he held his hands on his back while looming over her. He tilted his head teasingly, his eyes asserting dominance over Amelia. He smiled, that menacing smile.

“Address me properly, little flame”

“G-get off”, she muttered breathlessly. There is hesitance in Amelia's voice. She tried to push him, placing her hands on his chest. Although her body yearns for so much more, the terror inside her keeps telling her to run. Her eyes accidentally fell on Sir Amor's chest which the satin robe failed to cover. Toned and a little hairy, she inhaled his intoxicating manly musk.

“I could feel the ache of your needs, and it's… Bothering me little flame”, There is a hint of force in his voice. Sir Amor wanted her to say it, beg for him. But it seems Amelia isn't the only one longing for this need. Her scent of arousal was also driving him insane. He has never felt this kind of uncontrollable hunger. And he is not fond of not being in control. The memory of Amelia's addicting blood during the contract binding, throbbed inside of him driving him to the edge. He growled in impatience and instantly covered Amelia's eyes with his hand. Then he raised his lower robe, revealing his long hard member. He doesn't want Amelia to see he’s craving for her. Unable to resist her effortless temptation.

“Sir Amor~ mmph”, Amelia felt the tip of his shaft poking her c**t. The anticipation is making her body ready, and wetter for him. Sir Amor then dipped his p***s between her thighs and wet entrance. His other hand leaned on the bed for support. His nose flared as he grunted feeling just her skin and wetness on his manhood. He felt her bush against his.

“S-sir Amor… I order you, make me c*m”, she finally gave in. Even though she couldn't see a thing. His presence and weight over her are enough to stimulate her womanly senses.

“Close your eyes little flame”, Amelia followed. He removed his hand from her eyes. And roughly positioned both her closed legs against his chest. Sir Amor tugged Amelia’s body closer to his. He shoved his member on her dripping entrance, just between her thighs. Without actually penetrating Amelia. Amelia moaned. Her voice sent arouses him more. He thrusted faster using Amelia's fluids to lubricate each force. Amelia gripped the sheets. She should be content with this. But somehow a big part of her mind has been accustomed to pain. Sir Amor's rough nature brings out a side of her she wanted to hate. Amelia wants more.

“More..”, Amelia pleaded, chasing her breath. Sir Amor groaned as he picked up his pace. Almost thrusting in Amelia's entrance. This hunger. It has to stop. They are both nearing their climax.

“Don't you dare open your eyes, Amelia”

“Y-yes Sir”, with a last thrust they both came.

(Cromwell Dungeon )

“Find her…”, Joseph said in a low voice as he stared at Amelia's cell with no signs of her in it. Only the lifeless bodies were left. And they all died of hunger and infection. A faceless shadow wearing a black cloak with tattered ends nodded and disappeared into dust. He clutched his hand.

“If she's not found when the eclipse comes, Father is gonna kill me”, He remained calm. Unfortunately, his Mother, Clarrisa paid him a visit and caught him muttering to himself.

“You lost her Joseph?”, a stern woman's voice echoed behind him. He just turned his head sideways, he couldn't face her after failing such a simple task.

“Mother, I'm sorry”, he did not falter.

“You're a disgrace. If the aftermath falls upon our family. Our blood is in your hands”, A cold expectation was set on Joseph.

“Being a disgrace… Well I wonder who I get that from, surely not Father”, her Mother kept her composure. Joseph finally turned to face her. She is one of the most beautiful women in the Cromwell family. Delicate light skin, blue eyes and a body too young and still slender for a 50-year-old woman.

“My child, before you feed me insults, make sure to make your Father proud. Your little brother is already a general of his own army, whilst you getting wedded and having your wife get killed under your own roof… Well…”. Clarrisa maintained her grace and ended her piece with a sigh. She turned back “-Joseph, no one is ever born a failure. Be careless enough, then you'll turn into one”.

Joseph only went silent as he heard her mother's footsteps fade away. He suddenly remembered a certain demon outlaw who enjoys picking on his nerves. Sir Amor was the only uninvited guest who crashed the party on his wedding day. Now his bride was dead. He summoned his shadows again. This time 4 came to his call.

“Amor took her”, then the shadows abruptly dissipated. In a short time Amelia will be found.