The Crown's Seduction-Chapter 475: Under My Control

For days, Niran continued to personally serve Prince Raul, earning a rare compliment from Butler Moller. He even congratulated her, noting she was the only one who had lasted two weeks with the Prince.

"I think he likes you," Butler Moller remarked bluntly. Niran blinked, unsure of what he meant. They were in the kitchen, where Niran was preparing some human food that Prince Raul often craved, especially with winter approaching. Butler Moller was there to ensure everything was done correctly.

The older man smiled warmly. "He’s never shown interest in anyone before, but I’ve noticed how Prince Raul sneaks glances at you. He even asks about you more often."

Niran gulped, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This was her true intention—to lure the prince with her allure, to become his mistress, and eventually gain his trust. She was well aware of her beauty and the effect it had on men.

Her face flushed as she timidly asked, "Is that a good thing, Butler Moller? Won’t he just drink and drain me?" She murmured naively, "Maybe I look like a good meal to him, don’t you think?"

A loud, crisp laugh echoed through the kitchen. Niran’s body stiffened at the familiar sound, and her hair stood on end as she felt warm breath against her ear. "Indeed, you look so appetizing to me, Niran. A good meal to drink and drain."

She gulped, then deliberately turned to face Prince Raul, meeting his intense and unwavering gaze. She gave him an awkward smile and humorously, yet firmly, stated, "I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you, Your Highness. I bet I’ll taste bitter since I have some kind of blood anomaly..."

Raul’s eyebrows arched, and then he smirked. "What a clever human. It’s as if you’re tempting me to find out whether you taste good or bad."

Niran’s eyes widened as Prince Raul took her hand. She watched, heart racing, as his nails elongated sharply. She gasped when he pricked her finger, and a bead of blood appeared. His eyes never left hers as he raised her finger to his lips and sucked it.

Niran’s face reddened, her grip on the edge of the table tightening as her knees weakened. The sensation was overwhelming, his mouth warm and soft against her skin, the gentle pull of his lips sending shivers down her spine.

Raul’s eyes darkened as he tasted her blood, his tongue swirling sensuously around her finger. "You’re intoxicating," he whispered, his voice low and husky. He didn’t let go of her hand, instead, he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her neck.

Niran’s pulse quickened, her body betraying her as she leaned into him, her breathing shallow. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his presence overwhelming, and every nerve in her body tingled with anticipation.

Raul’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice a seductive murmur. "You tempt me, Niran. You tempt me in ways no one ever has."

Her heart pounded as she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her even closer. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. She could feel the hunger in his touch, the tension building as his fingers traced a path up her spine, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

Niran’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt his lips graze her neck, his fangs brushing lightly against her skin. Her breath hitched, her mind racing with a mix of fear and desire. She knew the danger she was in, yet she couldn’t resist the allure of his touch, the way his presence wrapped around her like a silken web.

"Are you afraid?" Raul’s voice was barely more than a whisper, his lips so close to her skin that she could feel the words vibrate against her. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Should I be?" she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Only if you’re not ready to lose yourself."

His lips finally met her neck, pressing a lingering kiss to her pulse point, where her blood thrummed just beneath the surface.

"Are you going to bite me? Please don’t..." Niran’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body tensing as she waited for the bite she both feared and craved.

But Raul didn’t bite. Instead, he teased her, his lips moving lower, trailing kisses along her collarbone, his hands roaming over her back, holding her firmly against him. The restraint in his touch, the way he toyed with her, left her aching with need, her body crying out for more.

"Prince Raul..." Niran breathed his name, her voice a soft plea, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

His response was a low growl, a sound that sent a delicious thrill through her. He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with a dark, smoldering desire that made her heart skip a beat.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Niran," he murmured, his voice rough with barely controlled hunger. "One that I’m more than willing to finish."

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, capturing her in a deep, searing kiss that left no room for doubt. He kissed her with a ferocity that took her breath away, his hands roaming over her body, claiming her with a possessiveness that sent her mind spinning.

Niran melted into him, her body responding to his every touch, her fingers clutching at his shirt as she surrendered to the passion that flared between them.

"No, this can’t be! I must hold it in!" Niran desperately reminded herself, fighting the overwhelming temptation. She tried to resist his hypnotic presence, placing a trembling hand on his chest. "Stop this... you’re taking advantage of me," she murmured weakly against his lips.

Raul paused, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "What an interesting human. You’re resisting me?" he muttered, a frown creasing his brow.

"Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me," Niran pleaded, her voice trembling. "I may be nothing to you, but I value myself. I may not have anyone else, but I have myself to love and care for. I want to live and experience my life to the fullest... Please... spare me..."

For a moment, Raul’s intense gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. He studied her face as if weighing her words.

"Niran..." he began, his voice low, almost contemplative. He seemed to consider her plea, the raw sincerity in her words giving him pause. Then, with a resigned sigh, he released her, stepping back and giving her space to breathe.

"Very well," Raul said, his tone more gentle now, though still laced with that ever-present authority. "I will spare you... for now." His eyes lingered on her, dark and unreadable. "But remember, Niran, you’ve awakened something in me. And I’m not one to forget."

Niran blinked rapidly as Prince Raul suddenly disappeared, leaving her standing alone in the kitchen. "Awaken something in him? What could that be?" she muttered to herself, her thoughts racing.

Glancing around the empty room, she frowned, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. "Could it be just lust? Or hunger for my blood?" she wondered aloud. The idea unsettled her, but she quickly pushed it aside.