Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 269: Wronged mistress

Esme was about to back away but Aleister grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

As their lips parted, Esme covered her mouth, her face heating up.

She had yet to clean her mouth. And herself too.

Pushing him away softly, she tried to sit up on the bed only to be pulled back by him, ’’Let go,’’ she frowned.

’’Where do you think you are going?" he pulled her into his arms like she was his comfort pillow as he nestled his chin on her head, ’’Sleep.’’

’’It must be chaotic outside.’’

’’No, I got it handled,’’ Aleister said.

Esme’s frown turned deeper, ’’We have been sleeping since last night.’’

’’Except we did not do much sleeping, Princess,’’ he calmly said.

Esme was tongue-tied for a moment, ’’You...’’

’’Yes, it is me. The man you love with all your existence. You don’t have to keep saying it. I heard you the first time.’’

Esme’s jaws dropped.

’’And even if you didn’t say it, I knew it from the way you looked at me like you could grow hearts within your eyes. You are just so obsessed with me.’’

Esme choked on the air. His narcissism was back to its place? She suddenly felt she was transported back to the time when she would get sudden urges to punch his beautiful face.

But then again, who was she to blame? She pushed his nose into the clouds by kneeling and crying her emotions out like she would die if she did not.

Yesterday she was so compelled by her emotions that she did not find it wrong but now that she thought about it, she felt a bit... shy.

Now, this man was going to annoy her for eternity.

’’I am not sleeping anymore,’’ she forced him away, expecting him to not budge but he easily moved to the side.

Esme sat up on the bed and her gaze landed on the silk robe that she was wearing. She did not even remember when she dozed off. Did he put it on her?

She tilted her head to the side and glanced at the man who was looking at her with lazy eyes.

Their eyes met for the briefest moment but she felt like her body was set on fire.

She immediately averted her gaze and pushed herself out of the bed.

’Thump’

Unable to feel her legs, Esme crashed on the floor.

She gasped.

’’Esme...’’ Aleister strode towards her with urgent footsteps before he squatted in front of her.

She pointed a trembling finger at him, ’’You... You... Stay away from me,’’ she reached her other palm slowly towards her waist and suddenly realized that her lower body felt like huge beasts had rampaged all over her while she was sleeping.

Esme glanced at the man who was squatting in front of her, looking like a guilty child. "Didn’t I say I love you last night?"

Aleister nodded.

’’Then, let me...’’

’’No,’’ he pressed a finger on her lips, ’’You are not taking it back.’’

She glared at him.

’’I do not mind if you want to act virtuous in the daylight but both of us know how much you loved it,’’ he said righteously. As if he was worried that she would deny it, he even leaned closer and whispered in her ear, ’’Every time I tried to be gentle, you moaned ’harder, faster’. Every time I told you how good you are doing; you scratched my back like a contended cat. Every time I bit you, you clenched around me so hard that...’’

’’Stop...’’ she pushed him away from her, blood rushing to her face as she tried to catch her breath, ’’I hate you.’’

Esme tried to stand up again but with a swift motion, Aleister pulled her into his arms, ’’It is our kind of hate, my dear moon. Very special,’’ he smiled when she fumed quietly, ’’If hating me means you are letting me taste you every day from here, then hate me more often. And I promise to carry you when your legs shake,’’ he winked playfully.

And even though Esme was exasperated by her body ache, but the way butterflies spiraled inside her body at his words, she could not help but lean closer to him, ’’Now, put me down. I need to see if there are guards outside and find a way to sneak in...’’

’’No,’’ Aleister pinned his gaze on her robe and the smooth expanse of her skin that was riddled with his marks.

Esme blinked in confusion.

Before she could ask him, he closed his eyes and teleported her to her room.

’’You did that after a long time,’’ Esme let out a soft breath as he placed her down on her bed.

Aleister glanced at her quietly for a moment before he asked, ’’You want me to help?"

’’Help with what?"

’’To prepare your bath,’’ he said with a straight face.

And Esme would have fallen for it if her back was not screaming in desperation.

’’N-No...’’

A knock on the door interrupted their banter.

’’Es, are you awake?"

Aleister narrowed his eyes, ’’I want to pull out his tongue for calling you intimately.’’

Esme rolled her eyes and pushed him gently, ’’Go back to your room.’’

He looked at her like he was a wronged mistress who was being discarded after being used by the King.

She panicked a bit as Aleister stuffed her inside the sheets. She continued speaking, ’’Later this day, the King might take me on a tour to the royal library. Will you be there?"

Upset at being pushed aside, Aleister pursed his lips, ’’No.’’

Esme’s face fell, ’’Then leave now,’’ she said when Jeremiah knocked on the door again before pushing it open.

Aleister disappeared from the room and Esme sat straighter, only her head peeking out from the sheets.

’’Is something wrong?" Jeremiah strode towards her, concern written all over his face, ’’I did not want to barge in like this but you were not responding. You have been sleeping for so long.’’