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Vice, Lust, And Desire	By : Awen_Sofer Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 1980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willie found it easy to stay away from Vlad the next few days. The valid reason of preparing to move out to the front lines kept them both too busy with opposing duties to be able to spend time together. Occasionally they would see each other from afar. Vlad would keep his eyes on her, watching her as long as possible before he was shuffled off to speak to the next General or sign the next official order. Willie, on the other hand, would quickly avert her eyes, avoiding looking at him at all costs. Resentment toward not just Ilona but Vlad as well still simmered just below the surface of her unemotional exterior. The opportunity had not yet come for her to release her anger stemming from the demoralizing interactions from the night of the ball. Ilona had injured her pride. Vlad had wounded her heart. Each event had been demoralizing on its own, but occurring in rapid succession, the emotional impact had bordered on devastating. She had cried all night, pouring out her heartache into her goose down pillow. The next morning, despite not having slept a single minute, she got up to prepare for another day. The world had not stopped rotating and her heart had not stopped beating so that meant she must rise up and move on with life.
Today was the day they would begin the journey back into battle. Willie was in the stable preparing Vlad's horse for departure. Wearing brown leather leather pants and vest with a cream colored shirt underneath, she had dressed for traveling. She had traded her short feminine boots for the knee high dirt colored soldier's boots with a metal shinguard attached the front. She was anxious to begin the trip.
Vlad's mammoth black steed pawed impatiently at the ground. Methuselah could feel the tension in the air. He recognized the strained atmosphere which made him antsy to get back out to the front lines. The horse had been bred and born for war. Both of his parents had been war horses. He had born on the battlefield during a lull between heated clashes. On the day of his birth, Willie had been tasked with staying behind to take care of him and his mother. Vlad had gone to the fight on foot. Although at a distinct disadvantage being without a horse, he had slaughtered his share of the onslaught of Ottoman Turks on horseback as easily as if he had been mounted on top of his mare, Seraphim.
"I know, I know," she cooed to the nervous horse, brushing through his mane with her fingers. "You're ready to get out there aren't you? Don't worry. We'll be there soon enough."
Willie heard the hinges of the barn door squeak as it opened but did not give it much thought. The soldiers were constantly coming in and out for things, including their horses. A quick tug on her braid made her gasp and jump away, bumping into the jittery horse.
Methuselah whinnied in protest, raising his front hooves off the ground. She tumbled backwards, falling into two strong arms that held her and turned to guide her out of the way of danger. Once the moment of crisis had passed, she opened her eyes to see a small triangle of golden flesh above the unlaced v-shaped collar of a snowy white shirt. Inhaling, she breathed in the scent of pine soap with hints of musky sweat. Vlad. Her body grew taut against his when his arms tightened around her to pull her against his chest. The hard muscles of his stomach contracted against her breasts as he held her securely despite her resistance.
"Shouldn't you be with Ilona?" Willie questioned him, her voice acidic.
Vlad summarily ignored her. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, refusing to let her go. He would not tell her that his wife had put herself into an unconscious stupor by using an excessive amount of her favorite herbal potion for her nerves. The friendly and always accommodating apothecary obligingly supplied his favorite customer with all of the mind altering drugs nature offered. Each request was granted in hopes of gaining some special favor from the lovely Ilona. Sex, or rather the promise of sex, was the favored weapon employed by Ilona to manipulate and control the men around her. Vlad himself was not immune to the minx and her devices. Until recently. No longer would he bend to her will to partake in her corrupted pleasures. He held a far sweeter treasure in his arms. One day, the sooner the better, he planned to take a taste of her pure, ambrosial delights.
"You are still angry with me," Vlad stated flatly, sliding his hand down her back.
"Perceptive as always, Master," she retorted with copious amounts of sarcasm. Pushing her elbows outwards, she attempted to break the powerful bear hug in which he held her. Squirming and grunting, she continued to try to free herself, all to no avail. "My Lord, please, there are still so many things to do."
"There are plenty of other servants and soldiers who can handle those things," he murmured in her ear.
Willie chewed her lower lip as his warm breath puffed across the sensitive skin below her ear. Despite the heat and humidity that swamped her, chill bumps erupted across her body making her skin tingle. Her determination to be furious with him dissolved as his slightly rough fingertips stroked the back of her neck giving her an enticing tickle. Her body rebelled against her, relaxing into the hardness of his chest and arms.
"I want to give you something," he whispered, reaching into his pocket.
The elation that sparked her interest immediately fled upon seeing the silver band held between his lengthy, elegant fingers. She jerked away from him, putting at least two feet of distance between them.
Vlad pulled back his hand, safely nesting the ring in his fist when she took a swipe at him to knock the ring away.
"I told you that I don't want your damn ring," she sneered, turning her back to him.
"It's not my ring," he informed her. "It belonged to your mother, Countess Anghelescu."
"My mother," she gasped, whirling around to look at him. Her eyes focused on the ring he held out to her between his thumb and forefinger.
"Your mother," he confirmed, closing the distance between them with just two steps. He corralled her against the thick support beam behind her.
Willie pressed her back into the rough-hewn wood. Her leather vest prevented the large splinters from poking her in the back. Her eyes lowered from his, unable to maintain his penetrating gaze. His breath blew lightly across her cheek while his long hair shifted forward to make curtain around her face as he inclined toward her.
"Please, take this ring. It is your birthright. A testament to your real place in this society," Vlad patiently explained as if she did not understand the concept of the nobility and their love of symbolism. Vain, ostentatious aristocrats made it a point to tout their emblems signifying social status, family names, or their vast wealth - sometimes all of the above. Vlad wore the motif of the dragon proudly having it emblazoned on everything from pennants to horse blankets, shields to uniforms. He carried the image of the dragon into battle to announce to the enemy that Vlad III Dracul of Wallachia had come to take over their lands, convert them to Christianity, and kill them if they resisted. Baptized in blood and burning with a righteous flame, he was a champion, a crusader for God. How he justified his vices of wine and women was a mystery to Willie, but she never questioned him. Like a good soldier, she followed her leader with implicit, possibly blind, loyalty. Like a good servant, she served her master with unwavering allegiance.
"Does it really matter that I'm a Countess? It's a useless title that has no real meaning or function. What do I need it for?" Willie's eyes moved over the ring held securely between his fingers. "What use do I have for a pretty piece of silver and a powerless social epithet?"
"You really are a stubborn one," he sighed hinting at the annoyance that rippled inside of him. His big hand encompassed hers, bringing it up between them. He slid the ring onto her finger the way a man does during a matrimonial ceremony when imparting a token of his eternal love to his wife. Last night, he had searched for hours in the dim light, crawling on his hands in knees in search of a glimpse of the ring, hoping for a glimmer of light reflecting off of the small silver band. At last he had found the ring in the ashes piled in the fireplace where the servants heated the smaller pot of water used for laundry. Once the ring was placed on her finger, he slid his finger under her chin to tip her head upwards.
Willie found herself having no choice but to look into his hypnotic eyes. She could lose herself in those eyes. The dark pools of color that seemed to be an entrance to an endless universe. His eyes held the promise of a place where she could be with him for an eternity. In that place there was no war, no pointless titles, and, most importantly, no Ilona.
"Take the ring, Willene. It is the last piece of your mother left on this earth," he said, lowering his lips closer to hers. "Take it as a symbol of my affection for you."
Willie concentrated on keeping her breaths even and normal, although her chest tightened around her lungs giving her the impression she might hyperventilate. Her fingers clutched the soft folds of his shirt as she watched his eyelids lower, shutting her out of the world beyond their limitless depths. She closed her eyes in expectation of an innocent kiss on her forehead. The air deserted her lungs when his lips touched hers. Dizziness made her head swim as his lips brushed over hers with a feathery movement. Encouraged by her lack of violence, Vlad fitted his lips to hers for a more passionate kiss. To his pleasure and surprise, she kissed back, pushing her lips tighter to his. This was her first kiss, a precious, once in a lifetime experience. Vlad wanted the kiss to be like her: short, modest, and cultivated. He treated her first kiss with the respect it deserved making it tender, ardent, undemanding, and unforgettable despite its brevity. After his mouth lifted from hers, her eyes remained closed to allow her to savor the delectable sensation on her lips. Her shaking fingers moved delicately over her lips that continued to prickle with excitement as if miniscule flames were dancing over the tender skin.
The barn door hinges screeched in complaint when they were thrown open with undue force. The doors were old and weathered, dry and flimsy, so it did not take much strength to open them.
"Sir!" bellowed General Gannon Lupei, the Grand Duke's son. "The men are ready. We are awaiting your orders."
Willie used the moment of distraction to slide under Vlad's arm to free herself of his stifling presence. He had been strangling her with brute sex appeal, killing her with desire. She brushed the hair back from her flushed face as she struggled to get her trembling under control as she set about saddling up Methuselah. Seraphim would need to be haltered and saddled as well so they could ride out.
"Go wait for my orders at the castle gates. Double check provisions and weapons while you are waiting," he commanded the general.
Vlad viewed Gannon Lupei as a necessary evil because he did not like the man at all. He needed the Grand Duke's army to supplement his forces. The son came with the army as the General or there was no army was the stipulation set by his father. It was a worst case scenario of nepotism. Fortunately, the younger Lupei could hold his own in battle, wielding a mace and battle ax with great and merciless precision. However, the boy had wandering eyes and his eyes strayed to Willie far too many times. Vlad abhorred the young man greatly for taking an interest in Willie. As of yet, Gannon had not acted upon his desires, restricting himself to sending silent signals through yearning looks and charming smiles. Vlad never saw the irony in the fact that he mistrusted and detested the young General for taking an interest in the woman that he himself had no business pining for considering he had a wife. However, Gannon had no such attachments or restraints. He was actually at the age he would be searching for a suitable wife. Vlad would never admit to feeling threatened by the young wolf.
Willie ignored Vlad when he entered the stall where she was slipping the bit into Seraphim's mouth while pulling the straps of the bridle over the pure white horse's ears that flicked back and forth. For an old girl, a long time war horse and mother several times over, the horse was still quite lively and alert. Once Methuselah, her first colt, had been old enough and big enough for Vlad to ride while in full armor, he had taken that horse and passed Seraphim to her. She did not mind. She loved the snowy horse with the gentle disposition and stubborn will. Vlad had said the horse was a lot like her so they were meant for each other.
"Willie, what do you think about Lupei?" Vlad inquired, kicking at the hay around his booted feet.
"I try to avoid contemplating the trivial matters of life," she responded curtly. Her brusque reply elicited a laugh from Vlad, a deep rich sound that rolled from his thick chest and tickled her ears. She knew what her master had been hinting at but refused to answer the question born from a jealous heart.
Gannon Lupei could not be more different from Vlad. Barely reaching five feet and seven inches, he was much shorter than Vlad's imposing six feet and four inches. With a lean body, he was nothing but toned muscles stretched over bones making a straight line from head to toe. He wore his pale blond hair short, so short that it stuck straight up from his head on top. His eyes were big and round, blue as a vast summer sky. He smiled easily and often. His thick bottom lip gave the appearance of pouting when he was not smiling and deep in thought. From an aesthetic standpoint, Gannon Lupei was beautiful. Hands down he would be a more artistically pleasing subject than Vlad due to his effeminate prettiness. Willie actually had no feelings about him one way or another besides viewing him as a remarkable soldier. His sapphire toned eyes did make her heart flutter sometimes when she would accidentally make eye contact with him. She would never be so forthcoming or foolish as to admit that to her master.
"You would tell me if you were interested in him, wouldn't you?" he persisted. Vlad assisted her with lifting the saddle onto Seraphim's back. He had incorrectly assumed that she had staggered under the weight of the saddle. In fact, she had stumbled in reaction to his question. How dare he ask her such a thing.
"Is it really your concern?" she retorted, bending down to buckle the strap under the horse's belly.
"I would like to know. I should know because - " Vlad stepped back when she unexpectedly shot straight up to a standing position glaring at him so hotly that he could feel the heat from her eyes.
"Why?"She patted the horse on the neck who whinnied apprehensively. The horse could sense her anger and did not like it. "What explanation do I owe if I do become interested in another man? Especially now. Am I not a free woman? Not just that, I am a Countess, correct?"
"Correct," he returned, turning his back to her to walk over to Methuselah who was scratching at the ground with his hoof again.
"He's ready to go. We should leave. The others are waiting for us," she declared, swinging herself up onto the back of the mare. Giving the horse a quick jab in the flanks, she shot out of the stall running through the open stable doors at full gallop.
There was so much more Willie could have said. More vehement protests and more arguing would not have done any good. The words would have bounced off of Vlad's thick skull without him ever attempting to actually consider their meaning. Although her attachment to him extended beyond the normal boundaries of that of servant and master, at least one of them had to draw a line somewhere. That person would not be Vlad. Due to his inability to control his inappropriate affections, he had made Willie a victim of his wife's wrath. She was not unaware of that truth. Hating the man she would die for, however, was something that she could not bring herself to do. This did not keep her from spending an inordinate amount of her time being angry with him.
Willie reined in Seraphim as she neared the throng of soldiers on horseback waiting at the front gates of the castle. Her eyes scanned the men until they landed on a tow headed man with brilliant blue eyes. She weaved her horse through the men who created a path for her as she directed Seraphim in the direction of the fair haired, fair skinned General wearing white linen garb and sitting on a medium sized dark brown mare. A smile spread her lips as his cheeks warmed from their constant healthy pink coloration to a deep red, almost purple, blush as she advanced toward him. With a nod, she greeted him with a pleasant, "Good day, General."
"Miss," he returned with a nod of acknowledgement.
"Would you be opposed to me riding with you today?" she inquired, sidling up next to him. Seraphim nudged his horse's nose with hers in a equine hello.
"I have no objections," he answered with a flash of teeth in his smile. "Does anyone have any complaints about this young lady riding with our battalion to the front lines?"
"No, sir," his men answered in a solitary, unified voice.
Vlad scowled at her as he rode past to move to the front of the legion of soldiers. Today he would be leading them out to the front lines without his ever present and faithful servant by his side. He did not like this. He did not like this at all.
Willie watched as the soldiers filed past her and out of the gate. She and Gannon would take up the rear guard. Her fingers tightened around the spear she held at her side. Her weapon of choice in the battle, the spear had a twelve inch, double edged spearhead that could cut through tender flesh and rigid bone alike with ease. Vlad also favored spears as well. He preferred to use them as a finishing method, skewering his victims then planting the other end in the ground to leave his vanquished enemies as a macabre garden of death trees for the world to see and fear him. When the last soldiers had crossed the drawbridge, Willie turned her horse to follow them while Gannon followed suit staying alongside of her.
"Are you upset with your master?" he asked with shocking candor.
"Yes," she replied truthfully and succinctly.
"I can't say I blame you after that scene at the party," Gannon said. When she did not respond except for a bright pink color tinting her cheeks under her eyes and her lips flattening into a thin line of anger, for some reason he thought he should continue speaking. "You do know that it's his fault that she hates you. He uses you to make her jealous."
"What makes you think that you can speak to me in such a brazen manner, General?" she demanded, pulling Seraphim's reins to halt her.
"Nothing really," he admitted, leaning forward on his horse. His lips tilted sideways into a self-satisfied grin.
Willie wanted to slap him. Her fingers twitched then curled more firmly around the reins and handle of the spear. "Then why do you do so, young master?"
Calling him young master offset him. Willie wanted to laugh at the way he blinked in befuddlement and was no longer able to find anymore insulting words.
"Hmph," he muttered, nudging his pretty bay mare in the flanks to get her moving.
"Hmph, indeed," she mumbled to herself, following after him. They rode in silence for a while, the sun beating down on their backs and heating their skulls until it felt like their brain might boil. Then he began talking again.
"Have you ever been in love?" he asked keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"No," she answered a little too quickly. She cleared her throat and added, "I don't have time for such silly things."
"What a pity. You must have a terribly harsh master that you don't even have time for the silly things of life," he returned, giving her another self-righteous smirk. "There's nothing wrong with finding someone to be silly with. It's actually quite fun. It's the trivial things that make life worth living."
Willie nearly fell of her horse at the last statement. If she did not know better, she would swear he had been eavesdropping at the stable and was now making a pitch to her to be her boyfriend by using her own words against her. She straightened herself in the saddle, stiffening her back to maintain an air of aloofness.
Gannon and Vlad did share a few similarities. They shared the abilities to disarm with a smile and aggravate with just a few well chosen words. They both loved women and hated each other. Willie was sure the exact reasons they hated each other was for the personality traits and vices they had in common. Willie became entrenched in her thoughts, comparing the two men to pick out their likenesses. Her list was becoming quite extensive when her riding companion interrupted her thoughts.
"It's a three day journey. It's going to be extremely long and boring if you don't talk to me," Gannon said, almost pleading with her.
"Perhaps you talk too much, Sir Lupei. Didn't you ever hear silence is golden?"
"I also heard that a quiet woman is most likely plotting some man's murder. How much truth is there in that adage?"
Willie laughed. She could not help it. There was a disturbing amount of truth in his statement that made it somewhat comical. If he continued to talk so flagrantly, she would be plotting his murder.
"So what do you wish to talk about?" she inquired with a sigh of resignation. Apparently he was not going to leave her alone. Although she could move up to ride with someone else, someone who would most likely hold their tongue, she found his idle banter a pleasant distraction in a way. Although he was irritating her with his brash words, she found him amusing her at the same time. Her only other option would be riding next to a sullen Vlad who would leave her alone to stew in her potentially poisonous thoughts. Besides, she was angry with him at the moment and did not want to be near him. How dare he act like she belonged to him and was not allowed to show the slightest bit of interest in another man.
"You're not using me to make Vlad jealous are you?"
Oh, dear God in heaven above, please help me to NOT kill this man, Willie prayed silently. She rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at him. He was gazing at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes that made their cerulean blue shade shimmer. He was purposely trying to get a rise out of her like a young boy irritating his little sister. Fine. She would allow it. But she would not give into his childish manipulation. She would not disparage her master, no matter how much he might deserve it, in front of this man.
"No. I'm not. I just thought you might be a good riding companion considering that you are his most trusted general." She had not spoken a flattering lie. Out of all of the generals in his combined army, Vlad did in fact trust Lupei the most with the soldiers. In the realm of war strategies, they were of the same mind. They were both cruel and ruthless, ready to sacrifice everything to win the battle for their cause. They also shared the same approach to conquering women which was why Vlad detested Gannon as a man.
"I'm glad to hear that," he responded, reaching over to rest his hand on hers that gripped the spear.
Willie's head whipped toward him, holding his gaze momentarily before glimpsing at their hands. He had big hands. His wide palm and stout fingers engulfed her whole hand that was wrapped around the spear. Vlad had big hands as well but with long, thin, almost delicate, fingers that were only slightly roughened from hard work. Gannon's bore thick, hard callouses from shoeing his own horse, sharpening his own weapons, and doing the many things that all of the soldiers did. He did not have servants or helpers - or Willie. However, he seemed to want to remedy being amiss on the last one.
"I like you, Willie. I have watched you in battles, and it's like watching a dance. You have just as much grace and refinement during combat as you did at the ball the other night. I admire you greatly."
Willie gulped audibly as his eyes held hers captive. She had not even noticed that their horses had come to a stop. Her belly flipped and flopped uncomfortably. A sick, hot feeling enveloped her. She felt guilty. Why the hell did she feel guilty? She was not Vlad's wife for God's sake! Only his servant. But she was no longer his servant either since he had set her free. And Vlad had a wife. A wife who hated her because Vlad allowed his eyes and hands to stray far from his jealous wife. It did not seem to matter to Ilona that Willie had done nothing to purposely gain his attention and was doing nothing to keep it. Would Ilona leave her alone, stop torturing her needlessly, if she had a boyfriend? But what would Vlad think? Sweat slid down Willie's back making her shiver despite the heat. The trickle of wetness down her spine had felt like an accusing finger scraping along her nerve endings. She could almost hear Vlad's voice in the back of her head, You're thinking things you should not be thinking, my sweet Willene. How could you betray me in such a way? Was it really a betrayal? She was not married to Vlad. He had no real claim to her at all anymore since he had willingly set her free. She had made the choice to stay but not to remain as his property. Her role had changed in that she would serve him as a soldier, a loyal subject, but not to be completely controlled like a slave. Shaking her head, she realized she was getting too far ahead of herself and reading too much into one small touch, a simple look, and a few pretty words.
"Thank you," she choked out at last, lowering her eyes to break the gaze that had become disconcerting for her. Drawing her hand out of his, she repositioned the spear to rest it against her knee while she held the reins with both hands. She urged Seraphim to walk so she put a little distance between herself and Gannon. "We need to stay on guard. There could be an ambush set for us any where. We can't be too careful."
"You truly are a divine soldier," he complimented, his horse cantering behind hers.
"Willie!" Her name was being shouted by Captain Drake Vogner. Although the man was around the same as Vlad, he looked so much older with his gray hair and grizzled appearance. Scars criss-crossed his face that might have been handsome once. His nose had been slightly flattened from all of the fist fights he had endured. Most of those fights had been with his own soldiers during drunken brawls at taverns instead on the battlefield during conflicts with enemies. He turned his brown stallion to ride along next to her. "His highness is calling for you. He wants you to ride beside him."
"Why?" she petulantly demanded. She saw the man's his lips compress with annoyance at being asked such a question. He adjusted the eye-patch covering his missing eye that had been gouged out during their last confrontation with enemies. He was not interested in getting tangled up in their messy quarrel.
"Because that's where you belong. Follow me," the Captain commanded her.
Willie had no choice. She had no rank as a soldier so on that basis alone she had to follow the Captain and acquiesce to the orders of the High Commander of the army. Without glancing at Gannon, she flicked the reins to spur on Seraphim. She was thankful that the heat had turned her face red so her blush of indignation was hidden. Although she had been given some freedom, Vlad could still order her around as a soldier. Using his power and influence this way did not surprise her. His misuse of his rank to command her to be by his side was just a tad juvenile. She would follow him anywhere without being forced to do so. All he had to do was simply ask.
"Willene," Vlad greeted her coldly, his voice an angry rumble like thunder that announces an oncoming storm.
"Sir." She positioned her horse next to, but just behind, Methuselah. Willie knew she did not ride beside him. Even as a Countess, she was not his equal. She did not stand on equal ground with him in rank or social status. She sighed noisily.
"How is the young Lupei?" he questioned her, glancing at her briefly. She refused to look at him.
"He is doing well, my Prince," she answered the peevish question. Oh, how these two men loved to play their games. She could play as well. "He sends his best regards to his Prince and Commander. He wishes you well in the battle to come and vows to stand loyal and ready by your side."
"Hmph," he snorted in disgust.
A titter of laughter escaped Willie. So many things in common. They even made the same irksome sound to display their vexation. They also both had a talent for withdrawing laughter from her despite how exasperated she may be with them.
"Prince Dracul," she began knowing she was venturing into dangerous conversation territory. "Do you use me to make Ilona jealous?"
"What are you suggesting?" he queried, pulling his horse back to be right alongside her.
Willie took a deep breath as his dark eyes drilled a hole into her skull as if he could reach into her head to find the answer himself. Allowing her eyes to meet his briefly, she immediately looked away, pretending to scan the area around them for thieves or murderers.
"What I mean is, are you using me as a way to draw her to you, to stir her interest and keep her wanting you even though you have had numerous affairs?" she asked.
"You really do speak too plain sometimes," he admonished her, riding ahead a few steps.
"There seems to be a rash of that going around today," she retorted with her signature sarcasm.
Vlad did not say another word, giving Willie the impression that he had decided to ignore her completely. She began to relax, thinking he was going to brush aside her overstepping the boundaries between them. Sometimes there seemed to be no place, no action, no conversation, that was off limits so she really was not sure where the line lay which made it impossible not to cross. It was not fair that Vlad reserved to right to move the relationship boundary of politeness between them as he wished. However, he had always done so. Her body immediately tensed from head to toe when he began to speak.
"Maybe I do, Willie," he confessed. "I assure you I was not intentionally doing so. I was merely expressing how I feel about you. Unfortunately, I never took into consideration how my wife would feel about that. Or how she would seek retribution for the slight I had given her. I apologize, my dear. I will try to refrain from doing so in the future."
Willie grasped the reins with such a forceful grip her knuckles began to grow pale. As of late he had become extraordinarily forthright and truthful, even to his own detriment.
"You've been terribly apologetic lately," she noted with a little too much frankness.
"Willene, my dearest girl..." He paused, giving her a thorough once over as she sat straight and tall on the white mare. She had become a true lady, bearing her title well despite just having it returned to her. "I suppose I should say woman," he corrected himself before continuing, "recently you have set in motion a disconcerting trend in my thought patterns. You are making me realize that I have not treated you with the respect you deserve, therefore, I am attempting to make amends."
"Oh?" Her heart soared out of her chest. Willie could not help but ponder if he intended to rectify his behavior in all areas including putting his hands, and in a new develop of inappropriate behavior, his lips, where they did not belong. However, sublime her first kiss had been, especially since he had been the one to administer it, she could not escape the fact that it was still wrong because he was a married man. Vlad seemed to be too forgetful of his marital status. However, his wife would never allow Willie to do the same. The kiss had been innocent enough. The emotions, the love he held for her that prompted the kiss, not so much. No matter how much she did not want to, no matter how he infuriated her, she loved him back.
"As far as the other women go - "
Willie wished that he would stop talking before he ruined the elation she was currently experiencing. In her mind, she had purposely set aside the instances when he had been a shameless lecher and hopeless philanderer. Despite all that, he was going to keep talking and make her ascending love come crashing back to earth.
"I was merely doing what I needed to do to exert my dominance as their conqueror."
Lord, please help me, Willie prayed with all of her heart. "I know murder is a sin, but just this once..."
From the beginning, she knew better than to love Vlad. He would bring her nothing but misery and pain. Unfortunately, she found it impossible to stop herself from falling in love with him time after time.
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