His Dark Obsession

His Dark Obsession By Moonlight Muse Chapter 12

A Massage

EVANGELINE.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, but when his eyes simmered red, I knew I couldn’t test him

any further and slowly inched closer to the bathtub. Now more than ever wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I saw his monster?

Then I needed to keep my eyes closed!

I inched nearer and kneeled behind his head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He couldn’t even see me from here. But it was only a few moments later that I realised I couldn’t reach properly from here, and I slowly got up again.

Should I sit on the edge of the tub?

No never!

“I don’t have all day, Little Mouse,” He snarled, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.

“S-sorry!”

Pouting I began massaging his shoulders, unsure if I was doing this correctly, but when a low groan left his lips, I got my answer. My heart thundered, I guess I was doing it correctly.

Goddess… how long did I have to do this?

He tilted his head back, and I moved away just before his head almost touched my breasts. Suddenly he reached up grabbing the back of my head making me squeak in fear as he yanked me closer, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, trying not to tremble as I massaged his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I could see he was hard, and he didn’t seem to care that I could see. Did he have no shame? That scary thing… I shuddered inwardly.

running down my neck, my stomach fluttered when his fingers ran down my arm, making my entire body

prince.” I whispered as I continued, my eyes fixed on his defined

“I hate that title.”

do I

remained silent, daring not to question him. Instead, I foound myself observing the beauty of the deadly man before me. If we forgot about how unhinged he was, you could see he was perfection, from his smooth brown

looked soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick lashes, that I only noticed now, were eyes of a

my nightmares… Why was he killing

was something that Grandmother Philomena made me do often enough, and I was good at

something about that nightmare… I just wish I remembered more than being stabbed to death. I shivered at

the tension in him. I looked down, gazing into those gold-green eyes that were watching me. They were

beautiful from this angle, I could see the flecks of gold and green blending into

that were looking

I jerked back, my heart thumping as I realised the prince was staring into

“I was enjoying that massage, but your constant squealing like a pig is becoming

Pig?

me that was piglike! Just because my skin wasn’t so perfect, and yes, I turned pink at times but it did not

me. Oh, I could never share

comprehend what he had just said, my heart thumping as I hesitantly reached for the bottle of body wash, squirting a bit

easier to reach him and began sponging his back. I made sure I was thorough and firm, pretending

I hummed in

a good clean! Soon he will realise that I am not the perfect sensual

his arms. His eyes were on my breasts now, and I realised that the faster I was scrubbing, the more they were moving. I slowed down, trying not to move so much, yet I wanted this over and done with fast! His eyes kept flickering from red to gold-green and when I finished wiping down

everywhere, and I grabbed onto his arm and the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding as a huge wave

wrapped around me, and I whimpered

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