I Want To Buy Her

"What!?"

She couldn't speak anything because Cyrus plunged towards her and locked her silhouette with his body. 

Agnes was tucked to the wall with her hands above the head and breath colliding with his, Cyrus grinned sensing her fast heartbeat and neared her neck to leave a gentle peck.

Down there Curtis perhaps realized when his master could be since Margaret wasn't the woman he was looking for. As a demon Curtis had a bond with his kaster and was able to sense his presence by focusing on the location.

"Is there any redhead woman?"

He asked the madame who nodded haphazardly because she didn't want to offend the royal people even unintentionally. 

"Up there, she is a dishwasher."

She pointed out towards a certain direction when Curtis inhaled and his red eyes turned black. All the ladies stepped behind immediately sensing the danger oozing from his silhouette. 

'What is even likeable in that woman, which had made you behave recklessly?'

The trustworthy pal had vecer encountered his maseer so impatient before. And that was the first time his master had displayed a show of his power.

Meanwhile up on the second floor Agnes felt her heart would explode any time soon because of the closeness. 

Cyrus didn't hold back even a bit from tasting her once again although the wound on the thigh had already healed. The king licked the same spot after giving a peck on her neck, the pungent blood smell blessed his senses.

"H- his highness?"

Agnes didn't want to experience any more trouble with him again and definitely not after knowing that it will just give birth to hate towards her.

"Mm?"

Cyrus hummed as his fangs grew longer and he was about to bite her neck once again, Agnes could see his long sleek hair falling on his shoulders. 

She could sniff a soft scent and his hands felt like winter's snowfall, sweet and tempting yet rough arrival of the harsh days. 

"Master!"

Curtis appeared from the floor while the other women entered right behind him, everyone was in awe seeing both of them in an unexpected and awkward position. 

'Oh no!'

Agnes switched her gaze from his forehead towards the madame who had no idea how to react to the particular situation. 

She wanted to struggle to break free but Cyrus' strength was enough to crush her bones leaving her paralyzed. Thus, she lowered her head in shame and with awkwardness. 

Cyrus released her wrists and his fangs retracted while Agnes immediately stepped back with teary eyes, if Cyrus didn't kill her for last night's disobedience then madame would definitely strangle her.

"What is her name?"

Cyrus tucked his hands above hips maintaining his composure as he demanded an answer. Whereas the Madame lowered her head after glaring at Agnes and replied softly. 

"Agnes, his highness."

Cyrus repeated her name under his breath and a sweet taste lingered on his tongue mixed with the remembrance of her blood. 

"I want to buy her!"

Cyrus blatantly admitted that he wanted to buy her and that was the purpose of arrival but the mere words initiated envy in Margaret. 

"Pardon me, his highness. You wish to buy this maid?"

The madame of the brothel couldn't believe her ears so ventilated her thoughts making everyone's thoughts audible.

"Yes, you heard me correctly."

Cyrus raised his one eyebrow and for the first time repeated his command, when he turned towards Agnes and lifted her face from chin.

"Name your price, Miss Agnes!"

The lady was stunned at the words while others were lost at thoughts including Curtis too. 

Agnes couldn't speak or even gather the courage to refuse nor the Madame had the temerity to demand anything in exchange of Agnes. 

Cyrus leaned in closer to her and their faces were inches apart when the emotionally immovable king realized something.

'Breathing in the collarbone, licking the flow of blood over the skin, I can sense your scent from miles_just to make you mine!' 

The damnation had already been set and the strings of affection had been stirred last night.

"Reward them with gold, Curtis. And prepare the ride for us back to Belle Morte."

Cyrus looked deeply into her eyes without blinking or flinching while Agnes felt herself spellbound that she couldn't avert her face.

"Yes, master."

He immediately responded and gestured to all the ladies to follow him while they left the duo alone. However Margaret felt some unusual sensation within her, was it jealousy or perhaps hatred towards Agnes that she stole her chance. 

No doubt, human ladies and gentlemen wished to serve as blood pets to vampires because it would guarantee a luxurious lifestyle and a status. Because only in that realm perhaps a slave to a vampire was regarded worthy of some respect!

Whereas everyone was gone Cyrus was still holding her chin when a tear rolled down from Agnes' cheek and landed on his bare hand. 

'She really doesn't burn my skin. Interesting.'

Like every other vampire Agnes should have burned his skin and her tears would have affected him. But nothing such happened indicating towards her unique blood.

"H- his highness,"

Agnes broke in tears which she had been barely holding back and was sure that to pay the price of yesterday's insolence and now today's tears; she must have to die today!

"P- please forgive me, spare my life. I….I didn't-"

She was still stuck on the very thought of yesterday night and with the slim possibility of forgiveness, she still dared to initiate the apology and to form her words. 

Cyrus gently pressed his thumb on her chin and gestured to her to stop talking. Agnss immediately kept quiet although for some magnetic attraction she couldn't move away from him.

"I'm not here all the way just to kill you, you will serve a greater purpose, love!"

He released her chin and skimmed his gaze from her head to toe while Cyrus licked his lower lip.

Agnes suspected that he wanted to take her in as his blood pet for which she wasn't willing because a blood pet of a vampire has to serve their master in every possible way.

The lady took the recent events into consideration and assumed that the vampire noble lord wanted to make her his.