Young Master Damien's Pet Chapter 299 Art of seduction- Part 2

Chapter 299 Art of seduction- Part 2

Cure for everything? Was it for the black witches? But then she didn't remember anyone ever mentioning about a cure if it really worked that would mean less black witches to worry about along with lesser dead bodies on the surface of the lands.

Right now, she wished she could head to the church, try running her hands across those books to see if she would find anything in there which these parchments were talking about. Sister Jera had pulled these from the rack and had handed it over to her. Maybe she would know something about it?

Putting the parchment of papers down, sorting them with her hands as they aligned together, she pulled the drawer and placed the sheets inside it.

Getting up from the chair, she placed her hand on top of the desk and then stood up. Hearing the splash of water which meant Damien was still bathing. Picking up the gla.s.s she poured herself a gla.s.s of water, taking a few sips at first and then emptying it.

She could hear the wind howling outside the room. Near the windows and the patio which were closed. It appeared that there was more snow going to fall tonight. Going back to the fireplace, she again pushed the logs of wood, adding a few more so that she could survive the cold night. Just as she did it, Damien's wet feet quietly made way to her.

Penny who was done with the log of woods stood up, ready to walk towards the bed when she met the tall pureblooded vampire who was wet with water. Her sight first fell on his torso, the water droplets dripping down his body before being absorbed by the towel around his waist.

Opening her lips, she closed again with her eyes trailing in the opposite direction the water was dripping down in. Moving from his torso to his chest. His neck before it moved further up to look into his eyes.

Keeping her composure, she said, "You are wet," but what she meant came out to have a different meaning which even she realized when he saw one side of his lips pull up, "You need to wipe yourself. I mean body," she added. It felt as if she was only adding more woods to fuel the fire up with her simple words not coming out to be simple.

"Help me," he demanded. His eyes catching her where she found it hard to move away or look away from him. With the fire from the fireplace that started to brighten the room further with its light, Penny caught the black eyes that she had noticed earlier. It was the corruption that was affecting him again. She would have pointed it out but the man must have already known and he had told her it wasn't something to worry about but with the way his eyes looked at her she didn't know what to make out of it.

There was something very wild about him. Damien Quinn was a man like that but this, this right now felt daunting yet at the same time, there was something undeniably attractive.

Another towel that rested around his neck, Penny pulled it towards her and away from him. Opening and folding it as she stared into his eyes. She started to wipe his body, from top to bottom, covering one place after another while sticking to the upper part of his body.

"Sit down on the bed," she said, not breaking the gaze away from him.

Damien didn't mind the order which Penelope gave him. He had noticed the way her heart had jumped with every movement of his earlier before he had stepped into the bath. He wanted to get her familiar with his body before he would attack her. That was right, thought Damien to himself as his feet padded on the carpeted floor and he sat on the bed. Waiting for his adorable mouse who followed him with the towel in her hand.

He didn't know how long he would be able to contain himself and his control was slowly slipping away which he had he placed a leash on. All he wanted was to sink his teeth into her skin and have his way with her. Was it bad? No, thought Damien to himself. Feelings like these were considered to be natural and there was nothing right or wrong.

He had noticed the way her eyes followed him. Times when she thought he was looking at her, her eyes would mindlessly wander towards him. Her breath hitching up with his simple actions. That was right again, it was what got the blood coursing through her veins. Her eyes slightly dilated the way it was right now. A whisper about her emotions that would start to spiral out and start to surface when he decided to stop the show that her eyes were looking on.

Damien enjoyed the chase and he didn't mind it if the chase went in either direction. It being her chasing or him, he could let her believe she was in control but all this time Damien was spreading the net far and wide for her which she had stepped into and wouldn't be able to escape.

He was a complicated man. Had always been one. Since the moment he had seen Penelope, her mesmerizing eyes and smile had been infectious. The value of the women around him who had been trying to court him, their value had fallen down, plummeting to the ground.

He stared at her, placing both his hands behind him on either side of him. Leaning back slightly with his wet hair, he continued to stare at her when she came to stand right in front of him.

Penelope on the other hand, had her eyes narrowed at him. Did his mood flip back to the older version of wanting to torture her? Sometimes it felt like he was craving her attention but then Damien didn't have an issue of childhood where his mother or father didn't love him. With what she heard and had known, Damien was the favorite child...