Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 41: A sexy dream

"Quit!" Violet’s sharp command cut through the small bedroom like a knife. She stood with her arms crossed, her face a mask of determination as she glared at Sarah and Oliver.

"Quit?" Oliver echoed, confusion evident in his tone. "What are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about your jobs," Violet said firmly. "I want you to quit immediately."

Sarah frowned. "Why? What’s wrong with working? Mr. Rexter’s been nothing but kind to us."

Violet clenched her fists, frustration bubbling under the surface. "You don’t know him like I do. He’s dangerous. I don’t want either of you near him."

Oliver’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "Dangerous? You’re being dramatic, Violet. Just because you’re working for some rich guy doesn’t mean you get to boss us around."

"I’m not bossing you around!" Violet snapped, her voice rising. "I’m trying to protect you. He’s not who you think he is."

"Protect us from what?" Sarah demanded, her tone defensive. "From someone who gave us a chance when no one else would? You don’t get to swoop in here and tell us what to do, Violet."

Violet pressed her fingers to her temples, willing herself to stay calm. "You don’t understand. Rexter isn’t just some benevolent man handing out opportunities. He has his reasons, and trust me, they’re not good."

Oliver scoffed, throwing up his hands. "So what? You want us to quit and just sit around, waiting for handouts from you?"

"If it’s about money, then here!" Violet snapped. She reached into her bag, pulling out the envelope with her allowance. Her fingers trembled slightly as she counted the bills, then shoved the entire stack toward Sarah. "This is more than enough for anything you need. Quit your jobs, and I’ll give you more if you need it."

Sarah hesitated, staring at the money. "You’d really do that?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Violet said, her voice firm. "But only if you promise me you’ll quit."

Oliver and Sarah exchanged a look, their expressions unreadable. After a long pause, Oliver sighed. "Fine," he said, shrugging. "If it’ll stop you from nagging us, we’ll quit."

Sarah nodded reluctantly, though her eyes flickered with doubt. "Alright," she agreed. "We’ll quit."

Violet let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. "Good," she said, nodding. "Thank you."

She turned and headed to the bathroom, her shoulders sagging with exhaustion. Finally, she thought, a small sense of relief settling over her.

As soon as the sound of running water filled the house, Oliver turned to Sarah with a smirk. "Like hell we’re quitting," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Sarah giggled, tucking the money into her pocket. "She’s being ridiculous. There’s nothing wrong with working for Mr. Rexter."

"Exactly," Oliver agreed, leaning against the wall. "She’s acting like she’s the only one allowed to help out around here. We need these jobs."

Sarah nodded, glancing toward the bathroom door. "She doesn’t get it. Just because she’s working somewhere fancy doesn’t mean we should stop trying."

"Let her think we quit," Oliver said with a shrug. "It’s not like she’ll find out."

Sarah grinned. "Exactly. She can keep her paranoia to herself."

The two shared a conspiratorial look before heading downstairs, leaving Violet to her thoughts.

The warm spray of the shower did little to soothe Violet’s frayed nerves. She leaned against the cool tiles, her mind racing with worry. She wanted to believe Oliver and Sarah would keep their promise, but a nagging doubt refused to let her rest. Rexter was cunning, and his reach was long.

If they don’t quit, what will I do? she wondered.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She shook her head, pushing the fear aside. At least for tonight, there was nothing more she could do.

After finishing her shower, Violet dressed quickly and slipped into bed. Dinner had been tense, but the silence that followed was a welcome relief. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to relax, hoping for a peaceful night’s sleep.

In her dreams, Violet stood in an unfamiliar room bathed in a warm, golden glow. The air was thick, almost suffocating, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her heart raced as she became aware of a presence behind her.

She turned slowly, her breath catching when she saw him. Cain. He stood just a few feet away, his golden-brown eyes burning with an intensity that made her knees weak. His broad shoulders and commanding stance were unmistakable, and yet, there was something softer about him in this moment. Something dangerous in a different way.

"You’re here," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I..." Violet faltered, her mouth suddenly dry. She didn’t know what to say.

Cain stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the heat radiating from him. His hand reached up, his fingers brushing against her cheek with a tenderness that took her breath away.

"You can’t run from this," he murmured, his voice a mix of command and promise. "From me."

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and all-consuming. Violet felt her resolve melt as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest. Her hands moved on their own, clutching at his shirt as if to anchor herself.

Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body refused to listen. Cain’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She gasped, her breath hitching as his hands explored her waist, holding her in a way that felt both possessive and protective.

"Cain," she whispered, his name escaping her lips like a confession.

His golden eyes met hers, filled with something primal and inescapable. "You’re mine," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her.

The room around them began to blur, the golden light fading into darkness.

Violet woke with a start, her chest heaving and her skin damp with sweat. She pressed a hand to her racing heart, her mind spinning as the remnants of the dream clung to her.

Cain.

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. The man in her dream—the one who had kissed her, held her, and left her breathless—was Cain.

Her cheeks burned as she buried her face in her hands, trying to make sense of what had just happened. "No," she whispered to herself. "That’s... impossible."

But the vividness of the dream refused to fade, and with it came a terrifying truth. She wasn’t just afraid of Cain. She was drawn to him. Attracted to him in a way that made her stomach twist and her heart race.

The thought left her stunned, her mind spiraling as she stared at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t come again that night, her thoughts too consumed by the shocking revelation.freewebnσvel.cѳm