Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 42: Two in a Tub

Early the next morning, just before dawn, Violet set off to leave for the mansion. Reiterating to her siblings to stay away from Rexter for the meantime, she promised them as much money as they might need.

She got into a cab with her miserly savings and headed to the mansion, where she was immediately allowed to go in. She immediately headed to the topmost floor, about to enter the last room he had been in, when she realized that he would have definitely moved before heading to the one beside it.

Pushing open the door, she entered with her bags in hand, surprised to see Cain sitting, leaning on the table with arms folded, wearing a white robe—the same replica as she had seen in her dreams—which immediately made her cheeks redden in embarrassment as she looked away, intent on putting as much distance as she could between them.

"Good morning, my lord," she greeted with a bow, hoping to be immediately dismissed since there weren’t a lot of things Cain needed from her early in the morning.

But the thought had just crossed her mind when she watched Cain beckon for her to move closer to him, which she did, making sure to stop a few feet away from him, with her gaze lowered everywhere but his eyes.

"How was the visit?" he asked, stepping closer to her after it became obvious that she wasn’t going to move any closer.

"It was fine, my lord!" she responded, her heart already pounding in her chest as she took in the smell of his body as he closed the gap between them until he stood right in front of her. His gaze threatened to burn a hole through her.

"You seem more twitchy than before you left!"

"I miss home!" was her immediate response as she focused her eyes to the side and anywhere else but his face, her heart thumping even louder from the closeness of their bodies.

A few moments of absolute silence passed between them as Violet desperately waited for him to say something or give her an order, only for him to do no such thing.

Surprised to suddenly feel his hand against the tip of her jaw, lifting her face to meet his eyes. Instantly taken aback by the coldness she found in them, coupled with a hint of pain, as he stared at her with a look close to anger and even more to frustration.

"If you didn’t like it that much, then there’s no reason for you to keep going!" he told her, retracting his hand from her face and turning around to walk toward the bathroom.

Violet immediately released a sigh of relief as she realized that the second he entered, she would also be able to leave for her room, where she would be able to get her racing heart under control.

But the thought had just occurred to her when she heard Cain speak to her. "Follow me! You’ll attend to me in the bathroom!" he told her, and she felt her stomach drop.

Yes, he looked more sleep-deprived and much weaker than the day before, but there was no reason a perfectly grown man couldn’t take his own bath.

Is this another punishment? was her first thought, her heart racing in her chest as she moved closer to the bathroom and stepped in, evading her eyes as she saw him slowly take off his entire robe and smoothly get into the water. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Her eyes caught a glance at his huge muscular thighs, making her gasp, staring at them for a second too long, only to be snapped back to reality by Cain’s voice.

"You need to grab the liquid soap. Start with my hair!" his voice cool and calm as usual, even as Violet was nothing but a bundle of nerves. Her heart thumped in her chest as she looked around the bathroom until she found the bottle he pointed at, moving closer to him with her heart in her throat.

Her hands hesitated to touch him, even though it was the order she had been given. It wasn’t until Cain spoke again that she finally began to move.

"As much as I like the water, I’d like to get ready!" he said, with Violet immediately moving to lather his hair with soap and water, careful not to let it drip down his face.

Think mechanically! Nothing more! she thought to herself, even as she failed to do so, her eyes straying to the muscles of his broad shoulders and just how much she would love to touch them.

It didn’t help that the softness of his hair was just like she had envisioned in the dream, as she softly slid her fingers through it.

Her heart pounded even harder in her throat as she continued to slide her fingers through his blonde hair, her heart skipping when he leaned back a little to allow her a clear view of his neck and full chest.

Her hands froze as she stared, only to immediately continue before announcing that she was done.

"I-I’m done. I just need to rinse your hair!" she told him, wanting to be done with it as soon as possible and leave, only to hear Cain say words that completely threw her into confusion.

"Do you like men, Viole? Have you ever been with one?"

His voice and the shock of the question were enough to make her drop the soap bottle she held in her hands as she froze, her eyes burrowing into the back of Cain’s neck as she wondered where the suddenness of the question came from.

"My lord, I have no—"

"Did you know that werewolves have excellent senses, so vivid that I can hear the rhythm of your heart? Every heartbeat. And discern every time you lie to me!" he continued, just as Violet was about to pick up the shampoo bottle, only for her to completely ignore it, moving to take a step back, only to feel her wrist grabbed by a tight grip that pulled her forward and right into the warm tub Cain sat naked in.

The suddenness of the water was surprising, but what made her heart feel like it was about to burst was the intensity of Cain’s eyes on her face as he continued to speak.

"It’s hard for me to believe that you’re not interested in more than my muscles!" he said, his hand snaking forward to touch her ribs while the other slid behind her spine.