My Vampire Prince..-Chapter 123: Not crazy enough.

Elyria continued her journey through the human settlement with measured steps, forcing herself to remain calm despite the irritation simmering beneath her skin.

That darned prince. Never in her wildest imagination would she have painted him a pervert.

At least he was gone now.

This time, she avoided narrow alleys, shadowed corners, and anything that might draw unnecessary attention. Though the dark places was perfect for concealing, it wasn’t the same in this sinful world.

The remnants of her torn cloak hung awkwardly around her shoulders, and with no better option, she had knotted it around her neck like a scarf, using it to conceal the exposed swell of her chest.

She hated the vulnerability it gave her. She hated even more that she had to flee from humans and be embarrassed by that prince.

The compass in her hand spun relentlessly, its needle jerking in sharp, erratic movements as though mocking her despite her desire to not be controlled.

Elyria frowned at it, lifting it closer to her face.

"Ridiculous," she muttered.

A dragon of her rank being led around by an enchanted trinket was humiliating. She hadn’t given it much thought till when Severin had pointed it out.

He made her feel so dumb! Luckily, she managed to not let it show.

Still, Elder Zephyr had entrusted it to her, and she would not fail him. She followed its pull, weaving through the streets and some crumbling stone houses until the compass finally slowed.

Then stopped.

Elyria halted and lifted her gaze. The moment her eyes landed on the place she was at, the sudden urge to smack herself or someone else’s overwhelmed her.

She was standing before the same house she had stormed out of earlier! The one with the perverted prince!

The same crooked wooden door, the same sagging roof. The same wilting leaves and grass!

"You have got to be joking," she growled.

Realization settled laughed at her her mind, followed swiftly by anger. So this was the idiot Zephyr helped? He didn’t even look like he needs any type of help.

She bit her lips in annoyance. So this was the joke. Of all the beings in all the realms, Zephyr had sent her to the very man who humiliated her.

She closed her eyes briefly, exhaled, then straightened her spine.

If she was going to do this, she would do it properly. "This is for Damien and that Elena girl. This is for Damien and that Elena girl..." Elyria repeated countlessly to herself.

She rose into the air and entered through the open window instead of the door, landing with controlled grace inside the room. The atmosphere was unchanged save for the sudden intrusion of a strong, masculine scent.

Severin was still seated on the bed, exactly where she had left him.

"You’re back," he said lazily, not bothering to look surprised. His legs were crossed and his palms relaxed backwards on the bed, supporting his body.

Elyria shifted her weight onto one leg, her posture relaxed also but serious. One hand curled into a fist at her side while the other rested on her hip.

"You couldn’t have told me you were the one I was looking for?" she asked coolly, trying to not let her annoyance show.

Severin glanced at her then, one brow lifting faintly. "Did you ask?"

Her jaw clenched and she was about to retaliate but shook her head. There was no point arguing with a stone pillar.

"I need you to come with me," she said, forcing restraint into her voice. "You owe my Elder a favor, I was told."

Her worlds hung in the air for some time.

Severin did not respond immediately. His eyes just studied her with an unreadable expression, with the same slow and deliberate gaze. The pause stretched until Elyria felt irritation prickle along her skin.

"Are you always this ru—"

"No," he said at last.

"No to my request or my question?"

"To both."

His words landed like a slap on her cheek.

"Did you not hear the last part of my sentence?" she snapped. To hell with his princely title. She couldn’t care less.

Still, he said nothing and stared. Elyria swore he could see her very soul.

Elyria exhaled sharply. She understood then. This was not refusal. It was leverage.

And he knew it. The realization tasted bitter.

"This is for Damien and that Elena girl." she murmured to herself in defeat. I’m going to regret this.

She dropped her hands slowly, exhaustion seeping into her limbs. Her pride screamed at her to walk away, to burn the house down and drag him out by force but she did not.

Even if she tried, it would be pointless. She couldn’t sense any hint of power from this man yet his presence alone sent shivers through her.

Elyria stepped closer.

Her movements softened, her voice lowering as she approached him. She untied the makeshift scarf and let the torn fabric fall from her shoulders seductively.

Severin lifted a brow.

She leaned forward, bracing her palms against the bed on either side of him, her presence suddenly intimate.

"Would a bribe move you then?" she asked quietly, closing the gap between them inch by inch.

Severin’s gaze flicked to her face. "Do you do this to every man you meet?"

"No," she answered honestly, licking her lips. "You’re the first who has made me desperate enough to even think of this."

His expression still did not change.

Frustration flared inside her. At this point, men would already be convulsing right in front of her. Ok then. He’s a tough nut, but I’m tougher.

She straightened slightly with a serious look on her face and her tone hardening.

"Every minute you waste here could mean a second stolen from someone’s life," she said. "Is this how you treat those who did you a favor?"

She leaned closer again, testing his patience. Elyria knew her body was irresistible even with women.

No man could resist her. There was even a time one had sold his child off as a slave just to pay the fee she demanded of him. Her arms moved to his shoulders slowly. She circled the around his insanely broad shoulders then settled herself on his laps, straddling him.

"You really..." she whispered in his ear, inching closer to him. "Don’t want all this?"

Severin just remained frozen quiet. Elyria continued inching closer to him. Her palms then began to slide down his body to his abdomen. Before she could touch it, he caught her hand.

"Don’t." he said darkly. Deeper than anything she had ever heard.

"Oh?" Elyria probed. If he was Lucifer, then she was his daredevil.

She slid her fingers into his like the talented seductress she was and slowly brought his hand up to her breasts.

She grazed his fingers on her nipples before bringing it up to her cleavage. Just as she was about to make him touch it, Severin switched position.

He turned her over and pinned her hands over her head.

His free hand grappled her breast, squeezing them harshly before kneading them hard.

"Hey wait!" Elyria cried, shifting beneath him.

"Didn’t you want me to touch you?" Severin said, his eyes gleaming like the devil’s.

A tinge of fear slipped her. She hadn’t felt fear in so long and all this man needed to do was look at her.

Nevertheless, Severin continued his painful ministrations and humiliations on her body.

Elyria, unable to take how much pain he was causing her, shot her legs upward to kick him but at that moment, Severin leapt backward.

"You devil!" she cried, massaging her pained breasts.

"I thought that was you?" Severin calmly replied.

Elyria, angrier than ever, flew to where he was swiftly with her fists held above her head. She was about to land it when Severin caught her wrist again. He spun her around and pressed her back to himself.

"You never learn do you? You let anger blind you."

Severin smacked her bottom hard before pinning her against the wall.

"You maniac! Let me go!" Elyria cried, trying to wring herself from his body. She tried to get away from him but he was just so strong. Damnit! He’s a royal blood.

His gloved hand grabbed one of her bottom and squeezed it hard then smacked it again. His hand gripped her neck next, tightened around it and choked her.

Elyria didn’t know whether to feel pain or pleasure. Everything was just happening so fast. Severin continued like this for three more times before he finally stopped.

Elyria fell to the floor using her fingertips to touch her bruised neck.

"Let’s go." Severin said simply as if he wasn’t aware of what he had just done.

He leapt out the window and strolled down the garden with his hands in his pockets.

Elyria forced herself to the floor. Never had she been so humiliated in her life before. And by a man!

She strode to the cupboard and grabbed one of the numerous black jackets before leaping out the window. Anger burned in her as she zipped it up and ran to keep up with him.

’I’ll get back at you.’ she swore to herself bitterly.

By the time she met up with him, he was already at the gate. Severin stopped abruptly.

Elyria collided with his back, hissing under her breath. "What now?"

She massages her forehead, looked up and sneered sarcastically. "What? Don’t know your way around?"

By the time she peered up from his back, she saw what had made him stop. Those men from before were there, grinning at them.

"I guess the whore was actually crazy enough to go into the house.

" one of them laughed.

Elyria’s fists clenched.

Her eyes burned.

And for the first time since arriving in the human realm, she smiled.

"This’ll be fun."