Warning, some mild mature content, I changed the rating to M just in case.
Part 8
Kol sat in an armchair and glanced at the timid servant girl who was just preparing his bed. He couldn't recall her name; she had been given to him as his personal servant while he would be here. Not the servant girl he would have wanted, this one was nothing but scared of him. There was absolutely no challenge, she was like a sheep. There was nothing feisty about this girl; he could probably scare her to death without any effort. He sighed and found himself thinking about the mute girl.
She had tasted delicious, he couldn't deny that. He wasn't completely sure what he had planned to do with her tonight, but the change in her had certainly killed his mood. She had wanted him to kill her. There hadn't been any fear in her eyes, just surrender. She wasn't afraid of him because deep down she wanted to die. That was something new, usually people fought for their survival. He wondered what had made her to lose her will to live so completely.
Well, obviously her master was a bastard, but as far as Kol could tell he wasn't violent toward her. At least he hadn't violated her; she was most definitely a virgin. Still it seemed that her master had no intention to give her up. Kol had spoken with him at the celebration earlier tonight and subtly implied that he could possibly be interested in buying her. Lord Tristan had immediately made it clear that he wasn't going to sell her. That was unfortunate. Oh well, Kol usually got what he wanted sooner or later. One way or the other.
There was of course the question if the girl was indeed worth his time and effort. There were plenty of girls in this castle and many noble girls had already showed interest towards him tonight. He had a feeling that he would really like it here. The life of a nobleman didn't seem too bad at all. Perhaps he should consider forgetting the mute girl… He didn't have time to properly formulate his thought when the door to his chamber opened and Nik marched in. Kol frowned.
"Well, good evening, brother. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nik crossed his arms and gave Kol a scolding look.
"How about we start with how you almost exposed us at the celebration. You had blood on your tunic."
Kol rolled his eyes.
"I handled that, no harm done. Anything else?"
"Yes. I want you to stay away from Nadine."
Kol was genuinely surprised.
"What?"
"You heard me," Nik replied firmly. "You will leave her alone or you'll have to deal with me."
Kol observed his brother for a brief moment before replying, his lips curved into a smirk.
"Well, well… That whole playing a hero thing… Does someone want to bed the pretty little servant?"
Nik's expression tensed.
"This isn't about that. Her brother has helped us a lot and we won't reward him by harming his sister. Is that clear, Kol?"
"Of course, brother," Kol replied innocently. "I had already forgotten all about that girl, there are plenty of lovely ladies here."
"Just try to behave," Nik huffed. "It would be nice if we could stay here for a while."
"I absolutely agree, I like it here."
"Good. I'm glad we agree. Good night, brother."
"Good night."
Kol smiled when Nik walked out, it seemed that his brother didn't know him at all. There was no way he would forget the mute girl now, not when his brother had just made her a forbidden fruit. Was there anything sweeter than that? He frowned when he suddenly remembered that he wasn't alone. Oh dear…
"You," he said and turned to look at the terrified servant girl who was standing next to his bed. Had she understood what she had just heard? "Come here."
She kept her eyes down and obeyed, she was shaking.
"Remind me of your name," Kol demanded when she was in front of him.
"E-Emeline, my lord," she squeaked like a timid little mouse.
"Hmm. Tell me, Emeline, do you gossip with the other servants?"
"No, my lord, no."
She winced when he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"What did you just hear?" he asked.
"No-nothing," she stuttered. "I heard nothing, my lord."
Clearly she was lying; it seemed that he had to kill her.
"Oh, my dear Emeline," he sighed. "Haven't anyone taught you that lying is naughty?"
Her eyes widened in terror.
"I can help you, my lord," she said quickly.
"With what?" he asked.
She swallowed.
"With whatever you need. If…if you want Nadine, I can help you."
Kol raised an eyebrow; he couldn't help but to feel amused. He had met the same type of people before, people who would do anything for their own survival. Perhaps they could be call cowards, but he had found that kind of people to be very useful.
"You would help me, even if you have no idea what I would do to her?" he stated.
She nodded.
"Whatever you need, my lord. I will be your loyal servant."
He observed her for a moment and smiled. Perhaps he could indeed find some use for her, if she could prove to be useful enough. Or then he would simply kill her.
"Alright, Emeline," he hummed and touched her cheek. "Let's talk."
Tristan was having a very pleasant dream. An erotic dream. He was having sex with his favorite mistress, Lady Giselle. She was a gorgeous woman with long blonde curls, pale blue eyes, soft skin, full lips and large bosom. A perfect woman. She was moaning under him, begging him to give her more. He was incredibly turned on; he closed his eyes and moved faster.
She was quiet now, she didn't make a sound. Her body also felt different. He opened his eyes and gasped. The woman under him wasn't Lady Giselle. It was Nadine. She looked at him with her dark brown eyes and smiled seductively. He licked his lips and thrust into her harder. She felt tight and wet, her mouth opened in a silent moan. He had never seen anything so arousing. Her bosom wasn't as big as Lady Giselle's, but her breast felt nice and firm under his hand when he cupped it.
"Oh God, puppet," he groaned. "You feel so good. Do you like this?"
She nodded and tilted her head back.
"Do you want more?"
She nodded again and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You are mine, puppet. Show me how much you love this…"
His eyes flew open, for a moment he was almost shocked. What… His breathing had quickened and he felt sweaty, he needed a moment to calm down. Had he just dreamt of his servant? That was just ridiculous; he had a woman like Lady Giselle. Nadine was a servant, his property. He would have never slept with a servant. Perhaps she wasn't unpleasant to look at, especially when she was naked, but she wasn't his type. He liked his women more full-bosomed, she was too small and thin. And she was a servant.
Obviously he didn't want anyone else to touch her, she belonged to him, but that didn't mean he would have wanted to bed her. Of course not. Her purpose was to serve him and amuse him when he felt like it, nothing more. Fortunately he felt normal again when the door opened and Nadine entered his chamber carrying a tray. His breakfast. She walked over to the bed and curtsied.
"Just leave it there, puppet," he muttered.
She placed the tray on the small table next to his bed and pointed at the fireplace and the rag she had with her.
"You need to clean the fireplace?"
She nodded.
"Fine, go ahead. I will let you know when I need your assistance."
She curtsied and went to get a bucket of water. He got into a sitting position and glanced at his breakfast. He didn't feel very hungry but he picked up the warm bread. Nadine was on her knees in front of the fireplace, she needed to lean forward. He watched her while he ate. For some reason he had always enjoyed watching her, there was something intriguing about her. That didn't mean that he would be in any way attracted to her. Absolutely not. She was nothing more than a servant. Yes, she was a servant, his servant. He could do whatever he wanted with her. Somehow he found that thought very pleasant.