Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Chapter 176 [Bonus chapter]

“Let me go or you will lose the hand that is holding me.” Vincent felt a strange thrill that was stronger then beating the slaves.

The girl was so frail and lean that a bit more force of his hands and he would be able to snap her neck yet she was threatening him in such a cold voice.

Did she not have the desire to live anymore? But instead of killing her, he wanted to torment her further.

Why had he never realized that he had such an interesting sister. He would have loved to crush her rebel and have enjoyed how her fierce eyes turned dim.

Those bright eyes, they were so fascinating, he could not help but think how would it feel when she would be begging for him for her death.

Those alive eyes would be dim then, just the thought was enough to intoxicate him. With a crazy look in his eyes, he turned to see the girl who was still standing there confidently and felt a surge of adrenaline gush in his body.

But instead of losing, his hold on her hands tightened._.

“Why? What if I did not let you go? How are you going to make me regret hazel?

Would you cry and collect the maids and then tell them that I am bullying you?

Or would you beat me with those frail hands of yours.” with a thrilled smile on her face he rubbed his other hands on her arms.

The touch was so disgusting that she took her hands away but when she raised to look back at him, her eyes were so domineering that he felt his grinning like a fool.

His other siblings had always been docile toward him since they knew how sadistic he was. He loved to crush the will and courage of others rather than break their limbs.

He had never enjoyed anyone since long but who would have thought that a mere favor on his father would give him this joy.

He could not wait to see what she would do next. Something he was anticipating or would surprise him once again.

“Neither, I will make sure that your hand would be torn from your body and you spend the rest of your life as an handicapped.” she stared back at him with a calm and cold face that had no sign of emotions in them but her eyes.. Her eyes were like the sun that was full of fire that brought him back to the edge.

“Really, and how would you do that?” he asked with a raised brow as his gaze lingered over her body.

She had no weapon. Though he had already known that, he still checked her when he realized how sexy she was.

How would it feel when he would hold that.. Thump! He looked above when he felt the tip of the sword on his shoulder and met the sneer on her face.

“So, you know now!” she asked back in a daunting voice when she felt shock on his face.

“Would you let go or my knight would cut your hand? The choice is yours!” Just as the words left her mouth, she felt the pressure of the sword increasing on his hand and felt the wetness there when the metallic smell filled his nostrils but instead of fear of anger, his face filled with joy.

He laughed like he had gone crazy confusing both Lucian and Hazel.

His head leaned backwards as he laughed in full spirit but at the same time his hold on her hands loosened.

She finally was able to get her hands free when she felt that the force had declined a lot but stood straighter.

“Let’s go!” She walked away and Lucian, who had no expression on his face, took his sword back and followed her without sparing another glance to Vincent who was staring at her as if he was a long lost friend.

His gaze was not leaving Lucian even when they were a few steps away.

“Are you okay?” Lucian wanted to hold her hands and check but he knew that it was not the woods where they practice like equals. Where he was her master and asked her questions freely.

They were at the palace where he was nothing but a slave who had no right to speak much less ask a question and talk back from his mistress but he could not help but worry.

He was asked to wait out with the other knights but his gut feeling was telling him that he should be with her.

He used his rationality to tell himself that she was with Rafael and that the vampire would never let her have trouble, yet his uneasiness only increased with time.

And he knew that witches had a strong sixth sense that never betrayed them.

So even when he was called and others shouted behind him, he turned and walked in trying to follow her smell.

It was his good luck that he was strong enough to follow her smell. He could not explain how his blood boiled when he found that bastard leaning on her when she was feeling suffocated.

He could feel her struggle from far away and cursed himself for being late for her.

He noticed how her eyes relaxed when she noticed his presence and a new wave of confidence filled her voice.

He had never felt that much pride and confidence in ages when he had felt after saving her today. If only he had been a bit late and that crazy bastard would have done anything to her. He would have burnt the whole palace as she was too important for them.

She was the last hope of changing that blood sucking monster. Yes! That was why he was here.

“What would happen to me? After all, I have a reliable knight.” she smiled as she shook her head and turned back to look at him.

But soon her smile froze and her eyes widened,

“Clank!”