Sold to a Prince!

Sylvia was suddenly too aware of how close the man was to her. They were both lying on the bed, turned towards each other, their faces only a sliver apart.

She felt too conscious to even breathe properly. However, she could see that he had no trouble breathing as his warmth brushed her face.

Mikel smiled, seeing the dazed reaction on the woman's face. She was still a puzzle to him, her actions at times being innocent and pure and at times being sinfully intoxicating.

He wondered which was the real her or perhaps they were both equal parts of her. He extended his hand forward, his fingers stroking her face gently and tracing a line up her cheek.

"What am I doing?" Mikel sighed and turned away, pulling his hand back.

Sylvia gulped and she found herself pulling her body closer to him as he pulled away from her. She raised her head to lay on top of his chest and her one hand slithered on his waist, wrapping around him gently.

Mikel's body slightly trembled as he was startled by her action. 

However, he closed his eyes and laid still, feeling the small weight that rested on him, his fingers casually running through her silver locks.

It was already very late in the night and silence covered the both of them like a blanket, but Sylvia knew that he was not asleep yet.

She could hear his rapidly thudding heart as her face was pressed against his chest and his hand was still stroking her head.

After a while, his hand finally stopped moving. "Sylvia..." He said her name with such a soft and tender voice. He spoke it in a way that begged for an answer.

Gently, Sylvia turned her head back to face him, her chin resting on his chest. Mikel, however, did not turn to look at her and continued talking as he gazed at the ceiling above.

"I am no good for you." He said.

He then paused, waiting for her to hear his words and actually let them sink in.

"With me... you will have no life... no prospects... perhaps not even a future."

"You were right to try and run away from me. You should run far and fast."

His hand then unexpectedly lowered, touching her neck, and before Sylvia could realize it, he had broken the silver chain, her leash that hung on her neck.

Sylvia's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't even digested the words that he had spoken. She touched her neck and saw that there was nothing on it anymore.

"What?" She panicked and sat up. She simply couldn't believe it. She looked at the man who still had his eyes closed.

"You are free to go. You should go." Mikel muttered, his face looking cold, blank, and expressionless. The warm smile that was there earlier was no longer present.

"Mikel..." Sylvia was shocked to the core, his words not fully registering in her brain. "Don't you need me? You..."

"I don't need you." Came back the man's blunt and curt reply, breaking her words. "This is what you wanted right, your freedom? Take it and leave."

"You!!!" Sylvia angrily clenched the sheets on the bed. What he said was not wrong... 

This is what she had wanted in the beginning. She herself did not know when that changed, but now she wanted more and she was not ready to take no for an answer.

Her hand that was grabbing the sheet suddenly shot up to grab the collar of his shirt. 

Weren't the two of them just now sharing a wonderful moment? Why did he have to ruin it like this?

Was he not the one who had begged her to not marry someone else? So what suddenly changed and why was he being like this again? What the hell changed between then and now?

"I am not going anywhere," Sylvia said, but the devil laid still not responding to her words.

"I am not going anywhere," She repeated her words again, this time her voice much louder. 

However, even that didn't make the man respond.

"Mikel. Look at me." She climbed on top of him, completely losing her patience. She leaned over, knocking her forehead against his, and her nose touching his. 

It was as if she was forcing him to look at her, but to her frustration, the man still didn't move a muscle. 

He was clearly doing this on purpose! It looked like they were playing a game of statues and he was winning.

"Why the hell are you being like this?" She lifted her face up and started pummeling his chest. 

"So childish! Jerk! Do you always have to mess with my mind before you are satisfied?" Sylvia sighed in exasperation.

Seeing that the man was still lying down frozen, Sylvia completely lost it and leaned over again, this time her lips covering his.

She kissed him forcefully, her tongue running over his lips and her hand clutching his golden locks and pulling at them hard. 

She then frowned, letting her other hand run all over his broad chest, and started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping her hand inside to feel his warm taut body.

But… even this didn't get a reaction from him. However, instead of getting disappointed, Sylvia's eyes suddenly twinkled. 

She kissed him again, but this time, she sneakily closed his nose with her hand that was clutching his hair.

"Got you!" She giggled as she gazed at the man's lips that instantly part and his eyes flash open.

However, before she could celebrate her small victory, she immediately regretted her actions as she felt his obsidian orbs peering into her like a hungry animal.

"Umm... That..." Sylvia stammered, not able to get any words out.

The next second, she found her body being flipped down on the bed, and the devil hovered above her with an angry gaze.

"Ah!" She let out a gasp as her cheeks flushed. "You were not even looking at me. That's why..." She pouted, without bothering about the serious mood he was in.