126 iv. His Little Queen

“It seems pretty wasteful, don’t you think?” Cinderella frowned with obvious dissatisfaction on her face.

“Wasteful?” she looked at her, she and the rest of her family have arrived earlier today, and this is the first time they have been left alone.

“You still love playing innocent at times like this. I am saying purchasing a castle is pretty wasteful. And at that amount of money, he could have acquired several new estates instead of settling for this old rubble,” Cinderella said the words with a condescending tone.

“It is his money, not mine,” she corrected her sister. “There is nothing I can do regarding the way he wishes to spend it.”

Cinderella raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Is that so? I thought this was all your idea.”

“What are you trying to say?” she asked, raising her voice to her sister for the first time.

“I am saying purchasing this castle for your enjoyment has been all your idea,” Cinderella didn’t back down despite her obvious discomfort towards the topic.

“I didn’t tell him to buy this castle. I didn’t even know about its existence until our arrival earlier this week,” she tried to explain to her sister.

“Really? You have claimed it for yourself like some desperate little whore and still have the audacity to deny it like this,” Cinderella’s words were vicious.

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Mary didn’t understand why they were having this conversation in the first place. Cinderella has always been a wonderful sister to her, and now she is behaving so unlike herself.

“I did not claim this castle. Listen to yourself,” she nearly got her teacup smashed from the force by which she let it down the table.

“Then explain clearly why it was in your name. Your fiance did not buy this castle under his name but under yours. What will our parents say once they find out about this? What lowly acts did you have to do in exchange for this gift?” Cinderella’s words didn’t make sense to her.

“It can’t be,” she held her breath as Cinderella continued to rant.

“Why do you still continue to feign innocence about this matter? You think denying something so obvious will make me change my mind about how I view your acquisition,” Cinderella laughed bitterly as her eyes raked at her.

“I am disgusted to even be your sister right now. Being a blood relative to an opportunist who sells her body to a rich man is not something me and our parents can be proud of,” Cinderella continued her tirade.

“What are you saying? Do you even have proof over your claim?” her voice trembled as Cinderella opened her shoulder bag and brought out a newspaper.

In the headlines is an article about the recent purchase of an unnamed businessman who has bought the castle of Selene for his fiance. She was stuck just staring at the picture of Selene and the title of the headline.

“This... this can’t be true,” she said, feeling numb.

“Well, it is true. And believe me, our parents will be sure to find out about this,” Cinderella smiled cruelly at her as she stood from her seat.

Without saying anything more she walked straight towards his study. He was in the middle of a business call but she didn’t care.

She opened the door and slammed it loudly behind her, gaining his attention. He looked unbothered as he studied her.

To say she was fuming mad was an understatement. She had enough of his selfishness and unreasonable decisions.

“Is it true?!” her voice was loud, making him end the business call he was on a minute ago.

“Say it first. I’m not a mind reader, queenie. Sadly that is a skill I have yet to acquire,” he smiled patiently at her.

“Did you put this castle under my name? Did you buy me an estate without so much as informing me?!” she hissed.

“What is wrong with that?” he asked as a matter of factly.

“Are you being serious right now? No one gifts a stranger a castle out of the blue! It is worth a hundred million dollars! How can that make any sense to you,” she was convinced he has really gone crazy.

“Stranger? Are you referring to me and you? We have known each other for several lifetimes and in each of them, we have fallen in love with each other. If that is not the very definition of relations to you, I don’t know what is,” his tone didn’t change, it was still as calm and composed as it was before.

It frustrated her even more. He should get mad at her or at least say something that will prove to her he has not gone completely insane.

“Stop with your crazy talk about past lives and reincarnation. At least stop right now. I am beyond my limits,” she almost screamed. The frustration is too much for her.

He walked near her as her face paled even more. He was aware of the symptoms of her anxiety attack.

He held her shoulder and lifted her chin so he can look into her eyes. “Breathe in and out slowly.”

“I-I... cannot... not,” she finds it hard to breathe and forming words to say difficult.

“It is an anxiety attack, you need to relax or it will just be even more difficult for you to breathe,” he explained, his hand steadying her as the other caressed her cheek gently.

She didn’t understand how she can develop stutters and anxiety attacks. She never had them before she met him.

She didn’t want to think much about it but he was right it has really become difficult for her to breathe. She clung to his arm and her nails bit down on his skin unconsciously.

“Hard... breathe,” she tried to demonstrate since she seems to be unable to complete even a fucking sentence.

“Just breathe in slowly, then slowly let the air out,” he showed her as he caressed her back, encouraging her to try.

Because she didn’t know what else to do to ease her breathing, she breathed in and out slowly as he instructed. Soon her breathing returned to normal.

Her tears fell down her cheeks as she clung tighter to his arms, “What- what is happening to me?”

“An anxiety attack. You have always had it even before we first met,” he said without thinking.

She shook her head desperately, “Not- not true. I have never been ill this way as a chi- child.”

He kissed her forehead and looked at her, “I mean before we first met.”

She pushed him away and felt just how much her knees were shaking. Thankfully he was able to carry her before she can utter a silly protest.

“Let’s talk about that another time,” he sat her on the sofa and kissed her hands over and over.

She soon calmed down from the feel of his warm lips against her skin. It felt reassuring. She couldn’t understand it but she couldn’t deny it either.

Something about this man draws her close. He was the cause for all her troubled feelings but he was also the very cure for all of it.

Whether it be right or wrong, she knew she needed him as much as he needed her. It doesn’t mean though that he can just do as he pleases without her consent.

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He had abducted her, but he could not force on her something she didn’t want. And she didn’t want this castle to be under her name.

She clutched at his arms and looked into his golden eyes, his gaze reassuring her, helping her find her voice again. “Please, at least... don’t put it in my name.”

“Why are you so against owning it?” he asked, softly caressing her cheek.

“I want to fall in love with you not for you to buy my love,” she reasoned.

He took her hand in his and pressed another tender kiss, “Alright, but if we do have a child it will be under his name.”

She blushed and nodded, anything at all to make him agree to it. She is no harlot. And most importantly her love is not for sale.

Her idea of love has always revolved around fairytale-like stories. She knew they weren’t real. But she wanted to at least try to see if there is any chance in the world there is such a thing as love.

She wanted a chance at falling in love, not for anything else but for the sake of finding that emotional peace. She felt like they, him and her, could have a chance.

No matter how insane this relationship of theirs has started and how crazy the circumstances are, she felt like Dominus can be someone she can fall in love with.

Their physical attraction is undeniable of course, intimacy wise she knew she wouldn’t have to adjust. It’s just a matter of time before she falls for him, even she is half-expecting that.

“It is settled then, don’t worry about it,” he assured her, kissing her cheek.

“Do you swear you will transfer it to your name?” she asked again.

“Yes, I swear it,” he kissed her jaw, his lips lingering in her skin, as if almost hesitant to leave any gap.

“Thank you, for understanding where I am coming from,” she straddled his hips and caressed his cheek.

“I think you deserve a reward, daddy,” before she can stop herself, she lowered her head and kissed him deeply.

It was a hungry kiss, and yet it was slow and giving. Like someone drinking her favorite wine- savoring and not wanting to rush.

He answered her in the same manner, with a fire that burns her skin as his fingers traveled through her form. “My love, I am so desperate for you,” he whispered.

“I know, because even I am too,” she assured him, starting to unbutton his shirt as she smiled softly.

He chuckled and kissed her once again, diving into her soft little mouth as a soft moan left her lips. “You are simply irresistible to me. Like a goddess a mere mortal shouldn’t touch, I desire you.”

She laughed at his words, but her tone was haughty and her cheeks were hot, “If that’s the case, then take me. I would rather be a human than be a deity whose skin has never been touched by your fingertips.”

He lifted her to his crotch as he tore through her panties, “Do you desire me, Mary? Do you wish to be mine, my love?”

“You know I do. I desire you, Dominus, my knight,” she lowered her head and kissed him once again.

Soon their clothes were discarded on the floor as she bounced on his lap, making him grunt.

“Too slow,” he held her by her waist and started to move her up and down his shaft in a rather frenzy manner.

The hunger and need from his rough taking clouded her mind until all she was aware of is him. She moaned as she gyrated her hips against his, meeting each of his thrusts.

Their bodies orgasmed as he held her close to him, his hot breath fanning into her ear, “You did very well, my queen.”