Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Zinej’s giddiness was boundless.

It made up for the Master’s icy attitude and Ivy’s gloominess, in the light of the fact that she had to third wheel them for this dinner in the Villa too.

As if she had not already suffered enough.

The clanks of the fork against the ceramic dish was loud and that was Ivy’s fault. She was planning to eat as quickly as possible to get off this table.

She was just sick of the forceful third wheeling, and tired of their presence already.

“Careful, ma’am or you might choke.”

It was odd that the Master always addressed her like that. It made her feel like his mother or an elderly lady around him. She liked the fact that he addressed her in a way that made it seem like nothing could happen between them, like there was a border that he was very unwilling to cross and make a breach of it. Addressing her in such a formal tone was perfect.

It gave her sense of safety that she couldn’t just pinpoint on how much she appreciated it.

It felt wierd too, at the same time in a way she couldn’t explain.

She had plans to table the fact that her phone had spoilt and– wait, she really needed her phone!

Why wasn’t she saying anything on it yet?!

She missed Christopher and she really wanted to talk to him. Then there was her family, she wanted to talk to Elsa too.

“Mr….” She paused for a while. Calling him Master like the rest of the house felt off, he wasn’t her master.

But mistakes had been made in past to. out her into this uncomfortable situation, and well, it was what it was.

“Mr Master.” It had a nice ring to it.

No.

It didn’t.

It seriously didn’t.

“I need a phone because I lost mine in your little—”

Her heart was drumming loudly in her ears now and she hoped that he would just interrupt her, but instead his gaze felt more intense as he listened to her with rapt attention that shimmered in his hooded eyes. “That little bedroom battle disrupted my phone. It is now drenched in blood. I need a new one.”

The Master’s lips tugged upwards at the mention of ‘bedroom battle’ and something about that reminded her of another bedroom battle she had been forced to be an audience of, and her stomach churned with disgust.

Ivy did not try to look at Zinej.

She certainly wouldn’t be looking at her with the most pleasing eyes.

Or maybe she might.

She always tried to act in control of her emotions whenever the Master was involved.

Physically, of course.

Zinej was way too easy to read and it was a shame.

Ivy had expected her to be more complex and even placed her on a high pedestal.

Right now, she was no fun.

“I will need to go out tomorrow and get one.”

“You don’t have to, ma’am. Colin will get you one. Certain recent occurrence will make me have to put you under more protection. Please, forgive the inconveniences.”

Ivy nodded on instinct.

At least she got that one out.

She stood up, muttering goodnight.

“You won’t be joining us for dessert?”

“I won’t.”

“Sit.”

Ivy blinked at the command, frowning.

What was wrong with him?

Didn’t he have his girlfriend for his power play role play already.

This command tone on her was something she wouldn’t like. That was for sure.

“Your presence for the dessert will be very much appreciated. I want to present my little Fire with a gift and I will like for you to see it.”

Ivy couldn’t understand why her presence was needed for him to give a gift to his girlfriend.

How much of an exhibitionist was he?

Sha had a lost of things to say against him but she knew to be wiser also, she didn’t want him to command her again. That would do a number on her ego.

Ivy caught the smile that was on Zinej’s lips and how her eyes had darted to the jaded ring on Master’s ring finger, a green dim light around the black leather glove he had on.

His gaze caught hers and for a moment a glint appeared in his eyes as he stared at Zinej.

Maybe they did love each other.

As toxic as it was, it was their love not hers.

“Bring in dessert, Girald.”

Girald nodded, stepping into the kitchen and in the next minute, the kitchen staff was wheeling in a trolley as Girald followed behind them.

What was this dessert made of? Gold?

“Ah.” Despite that not being want she wanted, Zinej’s excitement did not die. “Desert before the big gift. Right, Master?”

He hummed but it didn’t seem like the type one would give when in agreement to something.

It seemed like a neutral ‘hmm’.

“You’ll see.”

There was a hint of promise in there that Ivy didn’t like.

She had an odd feeling about this whole dessert thing.

She missed Chris, missed Elsa, missed her parents

She wanted to go back home.

She wanted Chris to talk to her, wanted them to hold hands, for their lips to meet, for their bodies to collide for his fangs to be in her neck, for his dick to be buried on her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Fuvk.

She was still so horny.

She would have to pleasure herself tonight and hope that it would be enough till she would be able to see him ag—

She stilled, looking towards the Master who was casting her a quick glance, before moving this icy glance away from her.

Ivy gulped.

Could he smell it? How horny she was.

She moved uncomfortably on the chair, gritting her teeth.

Maybe he could hear too.

She would just do nothing tonight then. Keep her mind off thinking of Chris and keep her hands off her body.

The dessert was placed carefully on the table.

That was a large dessert.

The light in the dinning room reflected softly on the golden steel plate, that covered another.

Zinej hands moved over her fork and knife, her eyes glimmering at the dessert.

“It smells good.”

“Not farmilar?”

“No, Master.”

“The fire must have done a number on it. I’m impressed. You should thank the chef.”

“Thank you.” She accompanied that with a large grin.

Wow, so much for feeling like a bystander.

Why did he even need her here?

Was he in with the petty games his girlfriend had played with her in the bathroom.

So immature.

The plate was move over and Zinej froze, staring at the head that had more bones to it than flesh.

Next thing Ivy knew, she was all furs and canines.

A wolf out for blood.