Sold to a Prince!

Chapter 102 - Broken Hearts Part1

Knock. Knock. Knock. A series of crisp sounds echoed in the middle of the silent night.

Both Mikel and Sylvia froze and looked at each other with widened eyes, their gaze lingering on each other's naked bodies. They knew that things had gone too far in the heat of the moment.

Knock. Knock. Another couple of impatient dings sounded, making Sylvia's eyes dart towards the door subconsciously.

Mikel sighed and slumped his head on her shoulder. The unexpected interruption cleared his head and doused his raging desire as reality started to sink in.

He caressed the warmth of her body for a couple more seconds, before placing a kiss on her cheek and standing up. 

He turned his back towards her, his eyes looking a bit reluctant, and threw a towel. "Don't catch a cold."

As he picked up his clothes and started to dress, Sylvia also stood up and wrapped the towel around herself, her eyes looking down the entire time, several thoughts running in her mind.

But before she could get her thoughts sorted out, the devil's hand grabbed her by her waist and pushed her behind the door.

Mikel raised his finger to his lips and nodded at her, a gesture of wanting her to stay quiet, and then opened the door with his usual smile on his attractive face.

"Sorry to bother you so late in the night, your highness." Priscella's voice rang, sounding coy and seductive.

Sylvia's heart thudded as she stood silently behind the door. She could hear everything that was happening but she knew that Priscella had no idea she was also there.

It made her feel strangely content and happy, so much so that the woman's obviously honey-laced words didn't affect her in the least.

"It's alright, milady. What's the matter? Do you need any help?" Mikel asked courteously.

"Umm... Umm..." Priscella fidgeted, clutching her nightdress, which was made of a thin lacy material that was more than revealing, even the tips of her hardened nipples visible.

But unfortunately for her, the man's eyes did not waver and he didn't spare a single glance at her seductively proportionate figure.

"I... I am so sorry to disturb you at this hour but I... I..." 

Mikel waited patiently for her to finish, but after she kept trailing off and stammering. 

"It's a bit late, milady. Should we perhaps meet for breakfast tomorrow morning?" He gently smiled. His words though blunt were not rude or cutting.

"Ah... No, I mean..." Priscella's eyes widened but she didn't want to be too pushy and repulse him, so she silently admitted her defeat. "I'll be waiting for you then."

She bowed, revealing the top of her breasts, and turned around to walk away elegantly, hoping that the man would admire her figure under the allure of the moonlight.

But when she looked back in anticipation after walking a few paces, the man was no longer there and the room's door was already closed.

Damn it. Priscella bit her lips and walked away.

Back inside the room, after closing the door, Mikel turned to once again look at the girl who had been quietly standing behind the door. 

His eyes looked at her lightly bulging chest under the thin towel which was softly rising up and down in rhythm. 

Sylvia blushed seeing where the devil's eyes went, and she looked away. 

She didn't mind that he hid her presence in front of the Duke's daughter as if she was his secret. For some reason, it made her feel closer to him.

Mikel gazed at her slender figure standing against the wall, still dripping wet. Her long silver hair was messy and her cheeks were flushed. 

It made him take a deep breath and walk towards her, standing face to face in front of her. 

Sylvia's heart thudded loudly again, and she felt his hand touch her chin, to bring her gaze up to meet his.

She gulped and looked at him with her eyes wide. Were they... Were they going to continue what they were doing? 

He rubbed her cheek with his finger and her body tingled.

He silently gazed at her and tilted her head more, leaning towards her, and she closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Her chest moved up and down just like the knot in her throat and her slender waist trembled.

The heat of his warm breath on her lips made her shiver, and she parted them to accept his.

However, a couple of seconds passed and her face suddenly changed as she no longer felt the man's presence.

Her eyes opened wide and looked around, only to find the man already resting on the bed, under the sheets, lying on his back with his eyes closed.

She couldn't see him properly as his one hand was placed above his forehead, covering his face.

But he looked like he was about to fall asleep or perhaps already asleep, while she was still standing in that embarrassing position, waiting for his kiss.

The heck? Sylvia bit her lips that were trembling in anger. Seeing that the man had snubbed her, she suddenly found herself in the same position as Priscella.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the devil, who was simply too good at playing with women's feelings.

But then as she looked at him, she once again felt the urge to pounce on him and devour him which only made her more infuriated.

Damn it. Sylvia cursed under her breath and dashed away, still wrapped around in the towel. 

She just couldn't understand why her body and her mind were craving for this damned devil so badly.

She stomped her feet and closed the door with a bang, letting him know exactly how she felt.

She then slipped into one of the empty guest rooms nearby as she felt too sleepy, tired, and frustrated to head to the servant's quarters in the middle of the night.

She knew that she would probably get into trouble for not staying where she belonged but since the man had the time to mess with her, he probably had the time and the sweet words to take care of her indiscretions as well.

Sylvia scoffed angrily as she latched the door behind her and flopped onto the bed, with the towel still wrapped around her and the man's musky scent all over her.

As she tossed and turned in the bed, she found the soft bedding and the blankets smelling like him as well.

Sylvia sighed and buried her head in the pillow, falling asleep in the sulky mood.