Sold to a Prince!

Chapter 113 - A Life With No Future Part2

"Whether you are willing or not, you cannot back out of this today." Mikel angrily growled and then without any warning, he tore away the thin silky dress material from her body.

Sylvia took a step back, utterly shocked. He had never behaved so brutishly with her. 

She looked up at him with her eyes glazed and asked, her own temper threatening to burst out. "Why are you being like this?"

Her blue eyes had a golden rim that flashed with anger. She had never felt so angry in her life before. 

"Why are you treating me this way?" She pushed him back with the palm of her hands, a vague power bursting from within her.

Mikel was caught off guard by her sudden action and found himself pushed back a few steps, but that only made him angrier.

He stepped forward again and this time swiftly grabbed her by her waist and threw her into the pool of water as if she was a ball.

"Ah!" Sylvia yelped, her body splashing roughly in an uncomfortable position. She coughed and spit out the water in her mouth as she regained her balance and tried to float.

The cool and comforting mana swirling around her in the deep pool calmed her agitated heart and mind, but she was far from being cooled off.

She was angry with the man and she wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb.

Splash! She hit the surface of the water with her hand that made a huge noise reverberating in the empty cave. 

"Damn you. Answer me. Why are you treating me like this?" Sylvia shouted at the top of her voice. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Mikel scoffed and jumped into the pool himself, without caring about her outburst. 

He directly swam towards her, pausing in front of her, with his eyes staring down at the woman. 

He then extended his hand to tear apart whatever clothes were left on her body, but Sylvia stopped him, holding his hand in place.

"Just tell me why are you being like this?" She asked him again, her voice almost pleading.

"Aren't you just my fucking slave? How else do you want me to treat you?" He spat back, clearly out of spite, spilling out words that he did not mean.

Unable to put up with his temper any longer, Sylvia dropped his hand, only to raise hers the next instant. 

She slapped the man in front of her, with everything she got.

And she didn't stop there. She hit him again and again and again, slapping him and punching his bare naked muscular chest.

Tears streamed out of her eyes and Mikel silently stood there, taking everything in. 

He allowed her to hit him and vent out all her frustrations, even though he was the one who was responsible for them.

After a while, when she stopped hitting him, her hands falling limp by her side, he asked her, his head still bent down. "Are you going to marry him?"

"Hmm?" Sylvia was confused by his words and his voice that had suddenly turned soft and gentle.

"I know you heard me." Mikel did not repeat his words again.

It took her a few seconds but Sylvia finally understood what he was talking about. 

"You were angry about this?" She asked, taking a ring with a royal insignia out of her spatial ring.

Seeing that she had still kept the ring with her, only made Mikel's mood worse. He turned his face to the side, not wanting to look at her any longer.

He tried his best to remain calm, but Sylvia completely lost it after realizing this was what had made the man crazy.

"So what if I marry him? What right do you have to be jealous and to act like this?"

"We are nothing to each other? This is a deal right? Didn't you remind me several times?"

"After tonight, you and I have absolutely nothing to do with each other!"

Mikel grimaced, his sharp angular features dripping in anger and he raised his hand to cover the woman's mouth to stop her from talking.

"Aren't you ashamed to sell yourself like this?" He spat out venomously.

Sylvia removed the man's hand from her mouth and sneered in contempt. "Am I not selling myself to you right now?"

"What difference does it make if I sell myself to another man? And perhaps another man after that? Who are you to question my behavior?"

Mikel gazed into her angry blue eyes that were more golden than blue right now and he stared at her dumbfoundedly. 

The woman in front of him was majestic, bold, fierce, and beautiful just like a powerful magical beast.

"That's right. Heh." He chuckled. "You are just something I intend to use and throw away." 

"Who you sleep with after I am done with you has absolutely nothing to do with me." He muttered bluntly and pulled her closer to cover her mouth with his.

Sylvia wanted to push him away, but a wave of ecstasy swept her body as she began to moan, craving for him more and more.

Mikel felt her hands wrap around his neck and her grip around him tightened. The damned woman was kissing him back just as forcefully as he was! Did she not hate him?

This only made him angrier, but he also felt a surge of need in his body, that wanted to devour her.

He grabbed a handful of her silver hair and pulled her head back, and as her mouth parted a bit more, he slid his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness as their tongues rubbed against each other.

Sylvia's legs found their way to the man's hips as she wound herself around him, the man's hardness throbbing against her.

Her every single action caught the devil off guard but they did nothing to appease him. The feeling that she would never be his after this drove him crazy.

The reality that they could never be together maddened him. He tore away whatever clothes remained on her body and hugged her soft, tender, and naked body tightly.