Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
chapter-162

When an unintended sigh escaped her lips, it only added fuel to the existing, uncontrollable feelings that were bursting through his fingers and lips. Damien's heart was beating steady, his eyes looked alive. Unable to hold his thirst, his fangs grew and he said, "I am taking a sip," with no other notice, Damien sank his fangs into her neck.

Her blood was sweeter than what ha tasted which made him wonder if it was because she was a white witch. It was like drinking from a unicorn that was told to have a heavenly taste. Damien didn't keep many relationsh.i.p.s when it came to women. His intentions were clear as day which held no strings until a while ago.

When he had found the girl on the stage, his interest in the others had dropped like hot potato. The others had turned worthless were only one person happened to hold his interest. It made him wonder if that was why he enjoyed her company and the blood that ran in her veins. Of course, the same blood tasted differently to each person as the amount of iron richness and the thick or thin of it was different.

To Damien, the man would trade nothing when it came to Penny. Not even the tips of her hair or nail. Licking her neck, he pulled his face away from her neck to look at her.

Penny had her eyes shut closed. She heard Damien say, "Did it hurt a lot?" she opened her eyes. There was no smile on his lips, a peaceful expression of content that was on his face as he stared for an answer from her.

It felt like a little pinch on her skin but it didn't hurt once the fangs had settled in her neck. She remembered that Damien had access to her emotions. Not to her mind which he would love to but he could sense her pain, her sadness, worry or even pleasure...

"I am okay," she whispered, heat creeping back in her stomach at the thought of what he thought about her emotions when he was kissing her. Damien leaned closer to give a quick peck on Penny's lips.

Before he could come any closer, this time Penny placed her hands to cover his lips, "I need to use the bathroom," she slipped away like sand and hurried herself to the bathroom. This man was going to kill her at this rate. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw her cheeks that had turned red like the time she had once been out in the snow without her thin coat.

"Don't feel embarrassed, Penny," she heard Damien speak from the other side as if he was already gauging her emotions from where he sat even with the curtain that separated them right now.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her raging nerves that were caused by Damien. Another knock was heard at the door when Damien finally spoke, "Come in."

Penny who was in the bathroom didn't dare to step out to show her red face to whoever it was, "Master Damien," it was Falcon, "The councilman is here to see you," she heard the butler say.

"Hmm, have him seated in the drawing-room. I will be down there in a minute," said Damien.

The butler didn't dare to look sideways and instead kept his eyes at his master and then to look at the ground as he bowed his head. Leaving the room as he closed it behind him, he went down the stairs to greet the councilman who often accompanied Master Damien along with him.

Kreme who had been standing at the front of the door saw the butler approach and turned to face the butler completely.

"Master will be arriving soon. Please take a seat in the drawing-room," the butler suggested. Kreme looked slightly tensed, he wished to wait here for the councilman nonetheless he followed the house butler, "Would you like to drink something, tea or water?"

"No, I am fine," Kreme replied back to see the butler bowed and leave him alone in the wide room. When Damien finally arrived, Kreme stood up out of habit and Damien waved for him to sit down.

"What is it, Kreme? You visited last evening. If you visit these many times I will mistake that you are in love and can't get enough of me," the associate councilman felt sweat break, smiling nervously as he didn't know how to respond councilman Quinn's words. This narcissist vampire whom he worked was he trying to imply that he swung to the other side of the s.e.x? "What did you come here for?" the man raised one brow of his in question.

Kreme looked at the door and then at Damien, "Speak freely," he heard Damien say and he nodded his head.

"It is the witch...she isn't there anymore."

Damien narrowed his eyes, "Elaborate further."

"The black witch who we stationed in the village is not there, she must have escaped and there has been quite some commotion for a few hours and I couldn't go to take a look at the house," Kreme filled him with the report, "I looked for her but she wasn't to be found anywhere. The forest has no trails."

Damien didn't speak another word and turned around to open the door, "Let's go there and see what is up then. Get the carriage ready," he said stepping out of the room and the younger man quickly nodded following him and taking a left to head towards the hallways.

Going up the stairs and to his room, he pulled open the door to catch sight of Penny who was standing in front of the window. Since the time she had fallen off the balcony of the room, he locked the door in his absence. Not that she went there but it was better to keep her safe than have the incident be repeated again.