Sold to a Prince!

Chapter 65 - Why Don't You Get A Pet Cat? Part2

Mikel took a big bite out of the pie slice and he kept chomping away, one big mouthful after another.

Sylvia could hardly look at him with a straight face. The man was eating like an animal who had been starving for a long time.

There was a wild and untamed aura about him that made her heart race faster.

Didn't he just have a full course dinner? She gawked at his appetite.

The elegance and demeanor he had demonstrated earlier were no longer present and the devil was now eating the pie like a hungry little wolf.

The pecan cream was smeared on his lips and his hands were dirty. 

What terribly manners! As a commoner, even Sylvia had better table manners than him.

"Eh? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you still hungry by chance?" He chuckled and mouthed the words while chewing on another big bite.

Sylvia could swear that a small crumb flew out of his mouth and hit her right on her face. What a ruffian!

"I apologize, your highness. Please continue eating." She bit her lips. Continue eating and choke on it! She inwardly added.

"Heh." Mikel eyed her expression with amusement as he tossed the last bit of the huge slice into his mouth.

"I am done." He then declared.

"May I bring some more, your highness?" Sylvia moved uncomfortably, waiting for the first chance to get the hell out of his lap.

It was a very intimate and embarrassing position and more importantly, his clover-shaped shirt button gave her an itch on the back, that had been nagging her for a while now.

But the devil rejected her offer immediately. "No, I am good. You can start cleaning." 

And much to Sylvia's dismay, his hand on the plate returned back to her waist as he held her firmly with both his hands.

You damned pervert! How am I supposed to clean with you clinging onto me like this? Are you a freaking Koala bear?

She cursed him inwardly, but a different set of words came out of her mouth. "Ah~ That… That… your highness, may I please stand up?"

"Hmmm?" Mikel gazed at her questioningly. "There is no need to."

"But I… I have to bring the plate to the kitchen." Sylvia insisted since he was the one who had asked her to clean in the first place.

"I am not talking about that cleaning, my dumb kitten. Jane can take care of that." He paused, and then pulling back Sylvia who had slightly slipped away by wiggling, he added. "You should focus on taking care of me."

Huh? Sylvia blinked. She didn't understand what the man wanted her to do.

But then the next second, Mikel raised his hand, to be more accurate his index finger and placed it in front of her face. "Go on. Clean it." He said.

"Ah…" Sylvia stammered, a bad feeling slowly creeping up in her heart. 

She gulped and reached for the napkin on the table when the man's sharp words sounded again, making her worst fears come true. 

"Not that, my dear. Use your tongue."

"Your… Your highness?" Sylvia dumbfoundedly stared at him, hoping she hadn't heard it correctly.

"Lick it, my kitten. Sigh… Why do make me repeat myself every single time?" The devil then leaned closer without giving any time for the words to wash over her. 

His nose grazed against her ears and he added. "Are you hard of hearing?"

Sylvia was utterly shocked and angry at the same time. This man was pushing her buttons one after the other without even giving a small break!

She opened and closed her mouth, unable to give the shameless man any response.

Seeing that she was still not moving, Mikel shook his head helplessly. "Sigh… Do you want me to demonstrate first how it is done?"

Without waiting for her answer, his right hand slid away from her waist to reach out and take her hand into his. 

He then brought it up to his mouth and stuck his tongue out, making Sylvia gasp in shock. She instantly struggled, forcefully withdrawing her hand back, not giving the man a chance to finish his so-called demonstration.

What the hell? How shameful! This devil was a real pervert! Sylvia shuddered.

She had heard about slaves licking their Master's boots and legs as punishment and for some reason, she felt as if those were less punishing than what she was being asked to do right now.

How the hell was she supposed to lick his finger, especially when he was staring at her like a vulture?

She found such an act to be extremely vulgar and inappropriate.

"Heh. My sweet kitten, you seem feisty today? So you don't need my demonstration? Then you better get to work." 

Mikel chuckled and cocked his head to the side, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his palm.

"Your highness… please." Sylvia started, and the index finger came closer, resting on her lips.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, kitten. Then my mood might turn sour and I might make you lick something else." Mikel said, and as he did, his tongue stuck out once again, licking some crumbs off of his lips.

Sylvia shuddered, the man's actions frightening her more than his words. She furrowed her brows and clutched her dress, as she slowly stuck her tongue out.

So embarrassing! So embarrassing! So embarrassing! Her heart was pounding crazily inside her chest.

She had never licked anyone in her life, let alone a man. Who on their right mind would lick someone else?

Her entire face heated up as she reluctantly touched the finger that was close to her face and licked it lightly with her tongue.

The sweet taste of the pie and the smooth texture of his finger made her shiver. 

This was far too shameful for her to handle. She would rather prefer being kissed by him instead of doing this. 

Damn it. What the hell am I thinking? Sylvia reprimanded her idiotic brain.