Chapter 4 - It’s Not My Fault
Just as he had expected, Anna’s head snapped up, staring up at Dylan with a look that said, ‘I must have misheard him.’
He wanted to confirm to her that she hadn’t heard him wrong. “I told you to start licking,” he ordered once more, his tone of voice vividly clear. “Leave it spotless.”
Anna’s wide eyes were shaking, almost as if she stood in the midst of an earthquake.
“What’s wrong? You can’t?” he continued. “Just quit your job, then.”
At this, she clenched her hands into a fist. Quitting was easier said than done, and doing so meant putting Anna and her entire family on the line. Dylan might’ve been able to implement such a condition because he had been born into a rich family, but that wasn’t the case for Anna.
Dylan smiled. Of course. He was certain she wouldn’t go as far as to obey his absurd command. “If you have nothing else to say, then leave right now,” he said, his smirk conveying his belief in the certainty of his victory.
“I’ll do it,” Anna finally said.
Before Dylan could even say anything else, Anna dashed over to him fast enough that she could’ve tackled him. Her hand came to rest over his chest, and before he could stop her, he felt her tongue touch upon the sharp angle of his chin.
After her hot, soft tongue tasted the texture of his skin, she shifted. Dylan could hear the tender sound of a tell-tale kiss as her lips pressed against the nape of his neck, sucking lightly and absolving him of the tea spilled upon him. Her eyes were closed, and she diligently attended to her task, licking his flesh clean with prominent sincerity.
Because of the unpredictable nature of her attack, Dylan was helpless to retaliate. The lewd sound and sensation of her warm mouth ran wantonly through his mind. He felt frozen, mired in place like a statue.
“I’m all done,” Anna announced, pulling away. “I’ve licked you completely clean.”
While Dylan was completely astounded, Anna had spoken with a calm, even demeanor. He came to his senses belatedly, backing far away from her and slapping a hand over his neck with one hand as he pointed at her with the other.
“Wh-Wh-What did you—”
Anna’s expression seemed to question why he was reacting like that. She had simply carried out his orders. And she did it with as much sincerity as she could muster, too. He was the one who issued the command, so why was he so surprised?
Dylan’s face blushed a brilliant shade of crimson. “Get out. Get out right now! Out of my sight!” he yelled.
Surprised by his sudden shouting, Anna ran out of the room, escaping his presence without ever understanding what she had done wrong. From the tips of his ears to the root of his neck, Dylan was completely flushed. It was almost like he had gotten splashed by a tide of red ink.
“Damn it,” he huffed. “I was ordering her to lick the tea on the floor, not…!”
He looked down. His face wasn’t the only thing that had heated up, it seemed.
Glaring at his crotch, annoyance salient upon his face, Dylan insisted to himself that the big tent his pants now sported had been erected purely through instinct alone. Primal. A natural reaction.
It was certainly nothing born of his own volition.
* * *
“Ugh, how do I chase this feeling away?!” Dylan angrily mumbled to himself.
He scrubbed at his neck using water from his bath, but no matter how vigorously he did it, the tactile memory of Anna’s actions refused to fade. The feel of her tongue against him and the sensation of her hot breath ghosting over his skin kept popping up in his mind, again and again, distracting him and driving him mad. After the incident occurred, Dylan would frequently find himself scratching away at his neck as his blood began to journey south, pitching another tent in his pants.
The same was happening to his body even now, sitting alone in the bath.
“She’s crazy. Absolutely insane.”
Poking above the calm surface of the bathwater, Dylan’s rigid length continued to respond to Anna’s memory. He stared at it before grabbing it and shoving it back down into the water.
Since he had become like this for the last few days, he had stopped making progress on his plan to kick Anna out of the household. His older brother and his sister-in-law were set to return in three weeks, and once they did, he knew it would become much harder to get rid of her. He knew he had to hurry, but every time he saw her, he would recall the incident, and the sensation of her sly tongue, poking out from between her luscious lips, would accost him once more.
Bothering him more than anything else, however, was the fact that he seemed to be the only one incapable of moving on from what had happened. It dealt a heavy blow to his self-esteem. He had meant to crush Anna’s pride, but it was his own pride that had been crushed instead.
Dylan angrily slammed his fists into the innocent bathwater.
Later, after finishing his bath, he went back to his room and immediately climbed into bed. Also in his room was Anna, sweeping the floor with a broom.
His face contorting at the sight of her, Dylan pulled his blanket over his legs and picked up the open book he had left next to his pillow. ‘If it weren’t for David and Carol, I never would’ve paid even a single ounce of attention to someone like you in the first place,’ he thought as he began to read.
However, he kept glancing up at her periodically. She was focused on sweeping the floor and her lips were shut tight. It seemed like that was a habit she had whenever she was concentrating on her work.
Straightening her back, Anna swept her loose hair behind her ears. As she did so, her eyes met Dylan’s, who had been staring directly at her. He was caught off-guard, and, completely surprised, he reflexively covered his mouth with a hand. His expression looked pained.
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked, surprised as well. She rushed to Dylan’s side, throwing her broom to the floor. “Are you hurt anywhere?” Uncertain of what to do, she studied his face and complexion.
Dylan glared at her as hard as he could. “This is all your fault,” he said. If she hadn’t turned around to look at him like that, he wouldn’t have bit his tongue.
“What did I…”
Anna trailed off, eyes drooping low in sorrow. She was being blamed for something she hadn’t even known she had done once more, clueless as to what her transgression could’ve been. At some point, she felt, he might even start blaming her for breathing. How was she supposed to hold up against it all?
After having focused on her work for so long, Anna’s lips felt dry. She licked them, her tongue darting out to sweep across and moisten them.
Dylan began to shout once more, tempestuous. “Stop! I told you to stop!” His face was bright red and fury lay in his eyes.
“What have I done wrong? I won’t ever do it again. Please, just tell me.”
“No,” he said decisively, voice ice cold. “There’s nothing for you to know.”
‘Then what am I supposed to do?’ bemoaned Anna. She couldn’t possibly read his mind. She felt frustrated and annoyed.
“I bit my tongue because of you,” he finally supplied.
Anna really couldn’t understand it. Why did he hate her so much?
“Are you going to tell me to be your tongue this time, Young Master? Or are you going to order me to lick it instead?”
To her, Dylan had once been like a shining beacon of light descending from the sky. He had been the one to allow her to work in the mansion in the first place, and now, ironically, he was trying to chase her out.
He grabbed her arms. “Yes,” he said, and before Anna could even blink, he pulled her into bed with him and set her so that she sat upon his legs, looking down at him. He wanted to test how far she was willing to go. “If you can do it, then go ahead and try.”
His hair was still wet from the bath and droplets of water clung to the strands. His piercing eyes, as cold and chilling as they always seemed to be when he looked at her, were now haltingly serious, glowering at her with palpable heat. His sharp, even nose was pointed high. He kept his lips parted as if waiting for Anna to make a move.
Looking into his eyes, she finally realized he was being serious. However, if he was planning on striking fear into her heart with this command, he was sorely mistaken. What Anna was actually concerned about was something else.
Her heart suddenly started beating rapidly. A deep feeling began to well up in the bottom of her chest. This was what she truly feared most.
Although she had simply been matching Dylan’s gaze with her own, her breath started coming in quick, shallow puffs. The word yayok began to run through her mind; it was the same word Dylan had claimed suited her back then in the library, and she had since discovered it meant ‘selfish desire’.
It matched what she felt now to a terrifying degree.
After breathing in heavily a few times, Anna slowly lowered her body, coming closer to him. Although she couldn’t come together on his feelings and desires, this was something she decided he brought upon himself. As she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth, she kept in mind that she was just obeying his orders.
‘It’s not my fault,’ she thought to herself. She was just being a diligent employee.
Dylan felt his tongue touch Anna’s as he waited quietly, and for a moment, their tongues became intertwined. They shared each other’s breaths.
Anna swore to herself, over and over, that this wasn’t a kiss. However, Dylan grasped the back of her head and began to envelop her lips with his, leaving her mind completely blank.
It was definitely a kiss.
His lips pressed roughly against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue felt molten, heatedly invading her mouth and exploring within. He grabbed her chest and Anna moaned, the sound vibrating between their locked lips. His other hand started slipping under her skirt, traveling up her sleek thighs toward her hips. It sought a secret place, edging deeper into forbidden territory.
‘Not there!’ Anna thought, alarmed, but just as she was about to push him away, a knock suddenly came from the door.
The two opened their eyes at the same time as if startled from a dream. Anna pushed Dylan away by the chest and quickly hopped off the bed to fix her clothes. Meanwhile, Dylan looked down at his hands as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
‘What have I done?’
Anna adopted a calm, stoic expression, and it churned his insides into another storm. “I’ll be taking my leave,” she said, but he just glared at her, scolding her wordlessly. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing her.
Anna bowed politely and left the room. After her, another girl entered. “Master,” the girl began, “I’ll water the pot for a mome—”
“Don’t. Just come back later.”
After ordering her away, Dylan rubbed a hand across his face in self-recrimination.
* * *
As soon as Anna stepped out of the room, she leaned against the wall and slowly slid down onto the floor. “Am I dreaming?” she mumbled to herself.
“I’m sure you’d want to think that,” Casey answered sarcastically. She entered the room only to leave immediately afterward, so she had heard Anna’s stunned musings. Seeing Anna so breathless and out of her mind hadn’t fazed Casey in the slightest. She believed that Anna completely deserved it.
After all, Anna was probably going to get kicked out of the Kilner household eventually, and when that time comes, she would finally reap what she sowed and pay the price for her impudence.
“You’re so disgusting,” Casey taunted, urging Anna to give up. “If I were you, I would’ve left ages ago.”