Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 49: The Punishment Game

Zethan pulled away, and before she knew it, he laid back down on the bed.

"You don't know what you're saying, Loris."

He observed her quietly, wondering why he was so drawn to her. She wasn't the type of person he usually associated with, yet he couldn't help but be captivated. It even surprised him.

Lilia stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. The weight of his words settled over her like a thick blanket, heavy and unshakable. But she knew what she was saying—knew exactly what he was asking of her.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Zethan's dark eyes flickered over her features, studying the faint tremble in her bottom lip, the way her chest rose and fell a little too quickly. He could see it all. The hesitation, the conflict, the dangerous spark of something more.

"You don't want this," he murmured. "You're just curious. There's a difference between wanting it and being curious about it."

The words made her pause.

Wait—why did she want to do it?

Was it really just curiosity, or was it something more?

No... but—she just wanted to know how it felt. Was that not curiosity?

Her pulse thrummed as she clenched her fingers into fists. Then why does it feel like more than that?

Still, she didn't even know what had come over her this time. A force stronger than logic seemed to push her forward, compelling her to test the limits of whatever this was between them. And before she could stop herself, she spoke again.

"Forget about it, then. Please punish me as you said."

Zethan chuckled, his rich voice wrapping around her like silk. Only this girl... He ran a hand through his dark hair, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips.

If only she knew how unknowingly seductive she sounded, completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

"Okay then, Loris. Strip."

His voice was calm. Indifferent, even.

Lilia's breath hitched.

Her eyes widened. Was that... the punishment?

"I thought you said you wanted to punish me," she murmured, barely above a whisper. Disbelief colored her tone, thick with hesitation.

Zethan sat up, resting his back against the headboard. One leg bent at the knee, his arm draped lazily over it. His expression remained unreadable.

"This is the punishment, darling."

The way his deep voice curled around the last word sent a wave of warmth rushing through her. Oh goodness.... Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

"One hour."

"Huh?" Lilia blinked, confusion clear in her wide eyes.

Then Zethan spoke again, his tone calm, quiet—like he had all the time in the world.

"Your punishment was supposed to last only thirty minutes, but the more time you waste, the more I add. So now... one hour."

Lilia stared at him, utterly speechless.

Is it as if this man lived in a world of his own, entirely different from reality, where he expected others to follow his rules without him making any effort to enforce them?

Before she could even process it, his voice cut through the silence again.

"Tick, tick, tock, tock... one hour, thirty minutes."

Her eyes flew wider. What was wrong with this man?

The deliberate rhythm of his voice sent a prickle of anxiety up her spine. It was slow, steady, merciless.

"Tick, tick, tick, tock..."

A quiet panic surged through her veins.

"Wait!" she blurted. "W-what kind of punishment is that? Who would even give such a punishment—?"

"I just did."

Zethan's voice was soft and unwavering. What unsettled her even more was that Zethan's voice was never soft—it was always unreadable. The fact that it was now gentle could only mean one thing: he had many plans up his sleeve.

"Two hours and thirty minutes..."

"No! I'll...do it then." Lilia forced the words out, her voice barely holding steady. Testing Zethan further wasn't a good idea. He had already doubled the punishment so easily—she could only imagine how much further he would take it.

"Don't increase my punishment anymore, please..." she added, her voice dropping into something almost submissive.

Zethan's smirk deepened. "Okay then."

His gaze darkened, locking onto her with an intensity that made her throat run dry.

"The rules are simple—follow my instructions, don't ask unreasonable questions, and be a good girl."

'Good girl?'

Lilia's mind reeled. How could he say that after telling her to... to... Oh, to strip? And now he was calling her a good girl?

"Now, to the center of the bed."

Lilia hesitated.

Zethan arched a brow, his smirk still in place.

Slowly, she obeyed, pressing her lips together as she moved.

A small smile played on his lips. She's not being stubborn anymore...

"Good girl. Now strip. Eyes on me."

Zethan leaned back comfortably against the headboard, his dark gaze gleaming with amusement.

Lilia's mouth opened and closed, but she forced herself not to argue. Any protest would only be called unreasonable, and she had no doubt he'd find a way to punish her further.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself.

Zethan smirked. He could see it—the way she was fighting against herself, struggling between hesitation and defiance.

Then, her golden brown eyes flicked up to meet his.

And in one swift motion, she pulled her gown over her head.

Zethan's eyes widened slightly.

She just did it?

No teasing. No slow build-up. No hesitation. She stripped like a football player yanking off his jersey after scoring a goal.

He blinked, then chuckled. Unexpected.

But then again... this was his Loris. So inexperienced. So... unpredictable.

His gaze raked over her.

Lilia immediately crossed her arms over her chest, her thin night singlet barely covering her curves. The soft glow of the room cast shadows over her thighs, and the stark white of her panties only made her feel more exposed.

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Her cheeks burned a deep red as she turned her face away.

Zethan let out a low chuckle, running a hand over his face as if trying to keep his expression in check.

"This girl..." He shook his head.

How could someone with such a figure—such effortless beauty—still be untouched? It was almost impossible to believe. And yet...

His jaw clenched as something warm and dangerous stirred inside him.

From the way she had taken a few deep breaths and the way she had removed her nightwear, all doubt had already been erased. This girl was clearly innocent, and it marveled him to his very core—down to the deepest depths of his being.

"Oh, Loris..." His voice dipped lower, thick with something unreadable. "What should I do with you, hmm?"

Lilia remained silent, but her heart slammed violently against her ribs.

Then she noticed it.

The unreadable look in his eyes was gone now. What replaced it made her breath hitch.

Something dangerous.

Something possessive.

Zethan's gaze trailed down her body before he spoke again.

"Now... on all fours."

Lilia's eyes widened in shock.

"W-what?"

"Your butt should face me."

She snapped her head toward him, shaking it quickly. What was he saying?

"Go on."

Under normal circumstances, he would have told her to remove everything completely. But this was Lilia.

She hesitated. Then inhaled deeply.

Zethan's smirk widened.

He was actually amazed at himself for being so patient with her. The normal Zethan wasn't usually this patient. It surprised him that he was taking his time—slow and steady, something completely unlike him. This girl was drawing out a side of him he never knew existed, and the most astonishing part was that she was doing it without even realizing it.

"Here comes the determined breath," he mused, his voice thick with amusement.

And then, she moved.

She got onto all fours, her ample bottom lifting slightly in front of him.

Zethan clenched his jaw.

Why was he already... hard?

This wasn't like him. She hadn't even done anything, and yet...

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he exhaled slowly.

"Just who is this girl?"

"Rest your face on your folded arms," he instructed smoothly. "Push your hips up."

Lilia let out another shaky breath.

Zethan smirked. Of course. Always with the deep breaths.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Something about the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. His deep, sultry voice made the simple words sound almost sinful.

"Now... wiggle. Shake this pretty butt for your husband."

Lilia's heart pounded violently.

She hesitated before moving her hips slightly.

Her soft curves jiggled.

"Now, faster than before," Zethan ordered.

Lilia shut her eyes. She didn't want to see his expression. But then again, he wasn't looking at her face, was he?

She moved again, this time faster—

"THAA!"

A loud smack echoed in the room.

Lilia gasped, her body jolting forward.

Her eyes shot wide open.

What kind of punishment was this?!

She turned to him in shock.

Zethan simply grinned.

"So soft."

Her heart pounded even harder.

Why... why didn't she hate it?

It was as if... she wanted more.

Zethan leaned back, his voice husky with amusement.

"Come to me, Loris... and wiggle on my face, baby."