The Vampire Lord's Blood Doll

**William POV**C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

I smiled at her playfully while I stared at the woman in front of me, clearly harbouring budding desires, yet still maintaining a stubborn attitude. I actually found it funny how much she wanted to resist my attractiveness. Her lips glistered with a hint of lustful redness from my kiss, continued to entice me. Those lips were like a juicy cherry hiding delicious meat underneath the first layer of skin. Like a real cake that was so joyful to eat, a person nearly reached his climax when tasting it. Being awkward and coy was the stance of most women. Occasionally, I didn't mind playing this little game. Actually, I loved to be the game master, without them having a clue that I was playing with them. Like they would have a chance to win. But if it went on for too long, it would become distasteful.

"Aren't you curious about Miley's illness?"

My question apparently made Sissy pause. She was confused by the sudden change of the topic.

I took a couple of steps closer, cornering her against the wall completely. I leaned in, laying one hand against the wall, bending down to bring my face close to hers, so close my breath brushed against her reddened face.

She turned her head away and wanted to escape, but I could easily block her path.

"Miley has schizophrenia." I said.

Sissy froze, and the ambiguous atmosphere vanished completely, replaced by nervous concern.

"How could she ...? She was fine. How did she get this illness?"

Apparently, she couldn't understand that. In her mind, Miley had a loving husband, a wealthy family, a fortune that most people could only dream of. How could she have schizophrenia?

I knew that, after much thought; she concluded that the man in front of her was the problem. She blamed me.

"Because of me... you... " she started, but I cut her off.

"Because I am fickle, entangled with other women, that's why she got sick. Isn't that what you wanted to ask?

Sissy wide-eyed me in shock as I hit the nail on the head. If only she knew how much I loved this gaze. She didn't understand how I could see her mind. That always made me laugh inside. Could he read my mind? This was the question that echoed in her head.

Actually, she guessed right, as I could hear her thoughts, and I understood everything she was thinking. But she dismissed it as a coincidence.

"Isn't it?" She was certain I was just told the truth.

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I chuckled. I reached out to twirl a strand of her hair around my finger, playing with it ambiguously.

"Of course not. Her condition is a result of her ex-boyfriend, nothing to do with me."

I could see my tone made her puzzled once again. My casual attitude didn't seem like a person who deeply cared about his other half. A husband and a wife are supposed to be loving each other.

Miley always talked to her about me being a great husband. She told her about how much I loved her, and how good I was to her. But she, as an outsider, thought that in my eyes, Miley wasn't that important.

This realisation made her somewhat afraid. A man with shallow emotions couldn't be genuine, she thought. She started to worry about her friend again. Even if I attracted her so much, she didn't want to get involved. How charming, I thought. "So, you are not helping her get better?" She asked me with a hint of scolding.

I sighed, still staring at her lips.

"I am not a doctor. How can I treat her? I have agreed to all the doctor's suggestions, and her condition has improved a lot compared to before. She just occasionally recalls certain things from the past." I replied while I continued to play with her hair.

And again. The way I answered didn't satisfy her at all. For her, I seemed unconcerned, as this wasn't an attitude a husband should have. That confused her again.

She pulled her hair back, breaking our intimate moment, trying to avoid me getting closer to her. That just made me want to play with her more.

I moved closer, letting my bare upper body almost touch hers. I knew that each time she saw me without clothing; she felt aroused, and she fought so hard with her instinct to stop thinking about herself pleasing me in different ways under the shower. Such a good girl.

"Step back." She tried to order me while she raised her hand to push me away. I knew this invasive breach of personal space was something that she found hard to accept. I knew she had only been involved with one man before, her ex- boyfriend. They were together for a long time, so probably their intimacy had developed over that period.

She only met me a few days ago, so for her, I was a stranger, yet we had already crossed all previous boundaries.

Actually, I would have been more happy if she hadn't been touched yet. That was something that turned me on, but as it wasn't something that I could change, I was happy to play with her like this. I wanted to know at which point she would give in.

Looking into her eyes, I saw fear. She feared I would use force against her to make her mine, but I had no intention of doing that. I wanted her to want me too. I wanted her to beg for me to please her.

I lifted her chin up.

"I will make you willingly accept it." I said, and before she could react, I kissed her again. I kissed her intensely and aggressively. I hoped she could finally understand that she was so deeply into me, my intimate closeness would drive her into intense pleasure. I wanted her to admit loudly that this was exactly what she wanted.

However, this time, my charm won over her stubborn mind, as she had completely forgotten about herself. Pinned down, she could do nothing, but let me take what I wanted, anyway. She instinctively responded, even going so far as wrapping her hands around my neck and willingly reciprocating my kiss.