HER INNOCENT SLAVE (ENGLISH)

HER INNOCENT SLAVE 01

(HIS) Chapter 01

I bought ten new pairs of high-heeled shoes. A grin appeared on my lips when I saw him sweating hard while struggling to carry the boxes of heels.

"Hurry up!" I shouted at him. "Can't you go any faster?"

Instead of hurrying, he stopped and looked at me with dark eyes. I am a spoiled rotten brat, while he is my butler, my slave. And I knew the exact reason why he was looking at me with those fiery eyes. Accompanying me was against his will.

His parents had a debt because they lost in gambling at the casino owned by Daddy. His parents begged and cried. They knelt before my father to ask for forgiveness. But when it comes to business, forgiveness alone is not enough. They spent half a billion. Did they really think they'd be released and exempted from such a large debt?

I am seventeen years old. Even at this young age, I knew that some of our assets were illegal. No one dares to report because of the scale of the gambling operations my father runs.

I am motherless. Mom died when I was six. My memories of being with her are all vague because I was still very young when she died. I loved her, but I didn't feel sad, lonely, or depressed. Maybe because I didn't have many memories with her, or rather, I didn't remember. So, I wasn't like those other children who feel sorry for themselves and wonder why they don't have a mother.

"One week of extension! I can pay! I'll find a way!"

While his parents were begging and kneeling in front of Daddy and our men, that was also when he arrived from school. He was shocked at what he saw and ran to his kneeling parents.

He immediately gave Daddy a hostile look when he raised his head. Meanwhile, I, who was beside Daddy, was already amazed at the unusual color of his eyes.

I didn't know why I was so amazed. It was like everything stopped, and something deep inside me fluttered happily. Maybe it was because it was pretty rare to see the same color as his eyes. As he got angry, it darkened. Not black, not blue, not green, but purple-it had the same shade as my favorite color.

"Woah," I unconsciously said.

The iris of his eyes was a mixture of amber and purple. I didn't know how his eyes got this color, but there was no doubt that they were very striking. They became even more beautiful now that his gaze was sharp because he was angry.

"Who are you? What do you want from my parents?" he shouted at Daddy's men.

"Please! Don't involve my son! I will pay! I will find a way!" his father kept shouting while still kneeling and crying.

I pursed my lips when I saw that. Why did he have to drown himself in gambling? If he hadn't done that, his family wouldn't have been dragged into this. He wouldn't be crying and begging for mercy. He could have enjoyed playing without going into debt. Why borrow money if you can't pay?

"How many times have you made this excuse before? Get them!" Daddy signaled his men to take the man's parents.

"Wait!" he blocked them, using himself as a shield. "What are you going to do? Where will you take my parents?"

They pushed him aside and were about to force his parents to go with them. Meanwhile, he clenched his fists and tried to remain in place.

"Daddy." They stopped pushing because of my voice. My father also stopped ordering his men and looked at me.

"Why? Are you tired? You go get in the car."

I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow and asked what I wanted.

"I want him, Daddy," I answered.

The man looked at me when I pointed at him. My father also looked at him. I ignored my father even though I heard him ask me "What?" in shock. My attention was all on the guy in front of me. I think he's twenty years old or older.

His parents' eyes widened when they realized where my finger was pointing. His mother quickly stood up to hug her son protectively, shaking her head at me without saying a word. Fear was visible in her eyes.

"What do you mean, Lucienne?" Daddy asked.

A smile formed on my lips. My eyes remained on the man, and it felt like I couldn't look away. His gaze on me was already dark, and his jaw was tight.

"I want him, Daddy! I want him to be mine!" I said while still pointing at the man as if he was my newly found favorite toy.

Daddy looked seriously at the man's parents. My smile was sweet when he looked back at me. I knew he could never refuse me, no matter what I asked.

"Please!" I pleaded with my eyes to hasten his decision. As expected, my father sighed and then looked back at them... at him.

"Get him!" Daddy changed his order to his men. They forcefully took him instead of his parents.

I smiled triumphantly.

The man with amber-purple eyes looked at me in total surprise. He slowly shook his head three times, as if telling me I was impossible.

"You are crazy!" he later shouted, still in disbelief.

"I will return your son once you have the money to pay," Daddy told them.

Eventually, our men dragged the man away. His mother was crying and screaming. His father remained kneeling, hugging his wife. They could do nothing but watch their son being taken away from them.

I almost clapped my hands as I ran happily toward the car. In the other vehicle, I caught the man's last glance at me before he was finally pushed inside by our men.

"Thanks, Dad! You're really the best!" I greeted Daddy with a hug. He just laughed and shook his head.

As soon as we entered the mansion gates, I quickly got out and waited for the car carrying the man to arrive.

When he got out, our men released him. He glared at me. I smiled at him, which made him frown. My eyes were only on his. I really loved his eye color. Of all the eyes I'd seen, this pair was the most beautiful.

He was tall, and I would only reach his chest. His body wasn't too big, but his arms had just the right muscles. His chest and stomach, I think, were also good. My bratty smile widened even more.

"Bring him to my room!"

The man's beautiful eyes widened, and his mouth hung open as he stared at me. He was frozen, rooted in his place, as if I had suddenly grown three heads with the words I spoke.

The men moved quickly and dragged him toward my room. When I entered, they left. I closed the door, leaving the two of us alone. His eyes followed me as I walked and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Come here." I tapped the space beside me. "Don't just stand there. You can sit down here."

"What are you? Are you for real?"

"Do I look fake to you? Can't you see I'm alive and kicking? And you know what's more real?" I smiled cutely. "You're mine."

He shook his head like he couldn't believe how fast things were happening.

"What do you mean by mine? I am mine myself! I'm not yours!"

I erased the innocent smile painted on my lips. Enough with the innocent acts. It was time to tame him. I raised an eyebrow and approached him. I caressed his cheek, which made him step back.

"I like your eyes. When I stare at you, it's like I'm staring at a purple galaxy."

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Why was he so angry? He should be glad I now owned him. I'm not ugly. Other men would throw themselves at me just to be with me. Besides, Daddy didn't take his parents because I liked his eyes. Shouldn't he be grateful?

"Don't touch me! Stay away from me!" he snarled, aggressively pushing my hand away. He took several steps back.

I smirked and crossed my arms. I imagined him as an untamed animal—one that barks and bares its teeth when touched.

"Do you want me to have my father remove your eyes?"

He stepped back again when I stepped closer.

"I can preserve your eyes in my room if I want to. It will also be easier for both of us. I'll let you leave the house, as long as you leave your eyes behind." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to have them removed? That can be your family's payment."

I stepped closer again. He stepped back. His throat bobbed. Fear was already seeping into his eyes. It was as if he knew Daddy could do it if I ordered him to—that I could have his eyes removed, preserved in my room, and turned into decorations.

"Are you scared?" I grinned. "If you don't want me to do that, then follow everything I say so we can get along."

His jaw tightened. He looked away in surrender. I caught one of his hands, pulled him toward my bed, and pushed him down. He resisted, planning to stand, but only can do is gasped when I quickly climbed on top of him.

"What are you—"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He tried to get up again, but I pushed him down by his chest. Just because he was bigger didn't mean he was stronger. He might be a man and taller than me, but I was not weak.

"I have," he answered, which made me smirk.

"Where is your girlfriend? At your school?"

He didn't answer. Probably worried I'd do something bad to her. That's foolish. Even if he didn't tell me, I could still find out.

I lowered my body and stared intently into his eyes. There was something in them I couldn't pinpoint. The color was unique and strange, but at the same time mesmerizing and beautiful.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I want to see your eyes. I will kiss you, but don't close your eyes. Are we clear?"

"What—"

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his untamed lips. His eyes quickly widened. He just stared at me with wide-open eyes. I smirked between the kisses because I saw his eyes even more clearly when they widened as I kissed him.

I could feel him swallowing hard and becoming uneasy. I deepened the kiss while still staring into his eyes. He was stunned and stiffened. He couldn't move; his eyes just stayed wide.

"You are mine until your father pays his debt," I said, then bit his lower lip and tugged it to open his mouth.

He let out a shocked gasp when I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I skillfully explored with my tongue inside, from the roof to the floor of his mouth.

"While you're mine, I want you to be dutiful and resistless. We'll be good if you follow all my whims."

I finished exploring his mouth and instead focused on his lower lip. I sucked it, bit it, and tugged.

"Hm." My bite made him groan.

His breath quickened. His heartbeat against my palms skipped. I didn't know if his groan was from surrender or rejection. But for now, I would be satisfied with whatever reaction he gave.

"Good." I smirked because his body was reacting. "Now, for starters, I want you to pleasure me."

He looked at me again with endless shock. I smirked more. Every little response of his made me excited. He was mine now, and I wanted mine tamed, submissive, and obedient. Finn Lucas Sullivan, you are now my innocent slave.