Bride To His Darknes Chapter 36: Allure Of The Dance

Chapter 36: Allure Of The Dance

His unexpected question had baffled the flustered Samantha, and she was inclined to et his steady gaze. It held hers in its inescapable captivity, and she was unable to comprehend what the bearing look in those uncanny orbs ant. To her own knowledge, the royals of the Chevalier family normally hold a special night treat for all warriors as a norm, including the Prince’s who were part of the victorious war to watch the concubines dance. They were also given permission to treat themselves to any of the lower concubines as a bonus to relieve their strains.

The fact Lord Ivan doesn’t even have one made it pretty clear that he hasn’t touched any of the concubines in the Palace. Scratch that, she would never have guessed or sensed that he would demand a dance from her, but why is he in the mood for entertainnt when he gave off the aura of soone who hardly appreciated it?

"My Lord--"

"In the Brothel." He firmly cut in, his hold on her wrist, and the other arm that swooped around her small back kept her in place. "It’s common for the ladies in a Brothel to know how to dance, or am I wrong?"

"N...no." she shook her head vigorously.

"Don’t lie to ."

"I swear I’m not good at it." Samantha blurted it out in one breath, feeling threatened by his hardened gaze. She tried to squirm free, but his hold on her remained firm as he gripped her shoulder, and he tilted his head to the side, his expression emphasizing the look; ’and where do you think you’re going?’

The way he gazed at her inflad her cheeks. Samantha couldn’t lie that Mada Cerise didn’t teach her the art of dance, especially when it ca to seducing n with body movents. They didn’t only acquire knowledge, but they were taught the art of seduction. The older courtesans never gave her a mont of rest till she decided to learn, and she never once presented herself to dance before the n at the brothel. But.. who knew she would end up facing the sa dilemma in the hands of Lord Ivan??

"You will dance." The Vampire Lord gave his orders with no room for argunts, and then his grip on her shoulder loosened.

Samantha quickly got up from his legs, escaping the strange warm feeling his proximity had caused. Aren’t Vampires supposed to be naturally cold when it cos to the sense of touch?

"Over there." He snapped his fingers, pointing at the center of his room. "Change into sothing more appropriate for this, I need you to stand there and dance for ."

"Forgive

if you find this rude but why so sudden?" Samantha dared to ask. She noticed he had been spaced out since he returned to the room, and Lord Ivan was soone who barely returned at this particular hour. The only ti she could spot him around was when she woke up the next morning to get his bath ready.

Lord Ivan remained unusually silent at her question, his gaze still fixed to the center of the room, and after a few seconds of waiting, he said. "I need a little distraction." There was a strange flicker in his eyes that only appeared in a fraction of seconds, and all of a sudden, he took the overfilled cup from the table and drank it till it was nearly empty, baffling the dazed Samantha.

"My Lord?"

"No more questions." He silenced her, and Samantha, who already opened her mouth to ask more questions instantly closed it up. The last thing she wanted tonight was to infuriate the Vampire Lord, and what if he takes her blood as punishnt??

"Little Lamb." His sharpened startled the puzzled Samantha, and she lowered her gaze. "Why are you still standing here?"

"But there’s no music. How can I dance when there’s no music to accompany my steps? I’m afraid you will not enjoy it, My Lord." She bowed her head like an obedient servant who was ready to fulfill the wish of its Master.

She kept a calm expression, but inside, her heartbeat had magnified. She has never danced for a man before, and she barely knew how she was supposed to begin. All she could do right now was think of an escape route to avoid embarrassing herself since that can only be his main plotting, and her statent seed to have worked, cause the Vampire Lord was silently contemplating on her words.

"You are.... right." He nodded after taking his ti to think it through, but the smile that was yet to grace Samantha’s lips dropped when he added. "Isn’t it a good thing I kept Herbert standing on guard at my door tonight?" A cunning smile reached the corner of his mouth, and then he called.

"Herbert!"

Not less than a minute, the door to his room clicked open, and a young man Samantha hadn’t crossed paths with stepped in. He was neatly clad in royal armor with a silver badge carrying the symbol of a bat on it. Just like the man he served, his stoney deanor remained unfaltering, and he lowered his head in a deep bow.

"Send the royal instruntalist to my Chambers." Ca the orders of the Vampire Lord, and the guard nad Herbert bowed his head again as a form of acknowledgent before leaving the room.

"And you." Samantha was jolted back to the present when Ivan’s gaze returned to where she presently stood, and she blinked at him. "Go, get changed."

"As My Lord wishes." With another polite bow, Samantha hurried out of the room with quickened steps. Ivan’s gaze followed the peculiar woman till she was out of his sight, and then he closed his eyes when he was finally left alone.

Technically, he wasn’t soone who took interest in this type of thing, but since he needed that distraction badly, he had no one but his little lamb to get the job done. The royal concubines of the Palace followed a sensual dance step that he got tired of watching, and he was curious to know what his little lamb had to offer.

By the ti Samantha returned, the royal instruntalists were already present. Lord Ivan’s chamber was spacious enough to fit fifty people, and the ones playing the music stood close to the sliding window, all ready. Samantha didn’t want to be here, the way he treated her was rather odd, different from how one would treat an enemy. She was that scared she had to run to Lucy for help, but instead, she got a makeover from the silly woman.

When Ivan’s gaze focused on the young woman who stood at the center of his room. His crimson eyes raked the simple green flowing dress that clung to her hips, and when he t her eyes, she had covered her face with a transparent green veil, leaving only her captivating green eyes for Ivan to look at. Her golden blonde hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, flowing down her back, but Ivan was subtly reminded of her disheveled hair that night in the forest, and he wanted to see sothing similar.

"Take it off."

"Hmm?"

"The band on your hair." He elaborated, "take it off."

Hearing him speak, Samantha cursed him silently whilst biting the skin in her cheek. Was he trying to make fun of her?? To her own belief, it seed exactly like his motive tonight. Despite her resistance, Samantha was left with no other option but to take off the band she used to tie her hair, and it spilled down her back with so strands falling across her shoulder.

Even the n who were to play the instrunts were captivated by her allure, but when they felt soone’s death beams sending cold threats in their direction, they imdiately lowered their gazes, gulping hard at their own saliva.

"What will His Highness prefer we play tonight?" Asked the royal violinist.

"Sothing more...... fervid." Ca his response, and in no ti, the music began. Ivan, who was suddenly starting to enjoy this, sat up straight with his half-filled wine glass in his grasp.

"Begin."

{Music recomndation: Love Story(violin) Joel Sunny : a little music recom’ to avoid making it bland