Chapter 4
As anticipated, Anna’s head jerked up, fixated on Dylan with a bewildered expression that conveyed, “I must have misunderstood him.”
He desired to validate that she hadn’t misheard him. “I explicitly instructed you to commence licking,” he reiterated with a tone that resonated unambiguously. “Ensure it’s spotless.”
Anna’s wide eyes trembled, as if caught in the midst of an earthquake.
“What’s the matter? Can’t comply?” he persisted. “Then simply resign from your job.”
Upon hearing this, she clenched her hands into fists. Quitting was easier said than done, and doing so would jeopardize Anna and her entire family. Dylan might have been able to impose such a condition due to his privileged upbringing, but that was not the case for Anna.
Dylan grinned. Naturally. He was certain she wouldn’t go as far as obeying his absurd command. “If you have nothing else to say, then leave immediately,” he declared, his smirk conveying his unwavering confidence in his victory.
However…
“I will do it,” Anna finally uttered.
What?
Before Dylan could utter another word, Anna dashed towards him, fast enough to tackle him. Her hand settled on his chest, and before he could stop her, he felt her tongue graze the sharp angle of his chin.
After her warm, velvety tongue acquainted itself with the texture of his skin, she shifted. Dylan could hear the tender sound of a telling kiss as her lips pressed against the nape of his neck, lightly sucking and absolving him of the spilled tea. Her eyes closed, diligently attending to her task, she earnestly licked his flesh clean with unwavering sincerity.
Caught off guard by her unexpected assault, Dylan was helpless to retaliate. The lascivious sound and sensation of her warm mouth roamed unabated through his mind. He felt immobilized, frozen in place like a statue.
“I have completed the task,” Anna announced, pulling away. “I have thoroughly cleaned you with my tongue.”
While Dylan was utterly astonished, Anna spoke with a composed and even demeanor. He belatedly regained his composure, stepping back from her and slapping a hand over his neck while pointing at her with the other.
“W-Wh-What have you—”
Anna’s expression seemed to question his reaction. She had simply carried out his orders, performing the task with utmost sincerity. He was the one who issued the command, so why was he so taken aback?
Dylan’s face flushed a brilliant shade of crimson. “Leave. Leave immediately! Get out of my sight!” he yelled.
Taken aback by his sudden outburst, Anna fled from the room, escaping his presence without understanding what she had done wrong. Dylan’s entire face was flushed, as if he had been splashed with a tide of crimson ink.
“Damn it,” he huffed. “I meant for her to lick the tea on the floor, not…!”
He looked down. It appeared that his face wasn’t the only thing that had heated up.
Glaring at his crotch, annoyance palpable on his face, Dylan insisted to himself that the substantial bulge in his pants was solely a result of instinct. Primal. A natural reaction.
Certainly nothing borne out of his own volition.
* * *
“Ugh, how do I banish this feeling?” Dylan muttered angrily to himself.
He vigorously scrubbed his neck with water from the bath, but no matter how forcefully he did so, the tactile memory of Anna’s actions refused to fade. The sensation of her tongue against him and the caress of her warm breath on his skin persistently invaded his thoughts, distracting him and driving him to madness. Since the incident occurred, Dylan frequently found himself absentmindedly scratching his neck as his blood rushed south, causing another erection.
Even now, as he sat alone in the bath, his body reacted in the same manner.
“She’s insane. Utterly deranged.”
Emerging from the calm bathwater’s surface, Dylan’s rigid length continued to respond to the memory of Anna. He stared at it before forcefully submerging it back into the water.
This persistent state had hindered his progress in his plan to expel Anna from the household. His older brother and sister-in-law were set to return in three weeks, and he knew that it would become considerably more challenging to get rid of her then. He realized the urgency, but each time he saw her, the memory of the incident and the sensation of her sly tongue protruding from her enticing lips assaulted him once more.
Above all else, what bothered him was that he seemed to be the only one incapable of moving on from what had transpired. It dealt a severe blow to his self-esteem. His intention was to crush Anna’s pride, yet it was his own pride that had been shattered instead.
Dylan angrily slammed his fists into the innocent bathwater.
Later, after finishing his bath, he returned to his room and immediately climbed into bed. Anna was also in the room, sweeping the floor with a broom.
His face contorted upon seeing her, Dylan pulled the 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 would have never paid a single ounce of attention to someone like you in the first place, he thought as he began to read.
However, he couldn’t help but periodically glance up at her. She was engrossed in sweeping the floor, her lips sealed tightly shut—a habit she displayed when concentrating on her work.
Straightening her posture, Anna tucked her loose hair behind her ears. As she did so, her eyes met Dylan’s, who had been staring directly at her. Caught off guard, he instinctively covered his mouth with a hand, his expression pained.
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked, equally surprised. She rushed to Dylan’s side, abandoning her broom on the floor. “Are you injured?” Uncertain of what to do, she scrutinized his face and complexion.
Dylan glared at her with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with resentment. “You’re solely responsible for this,” he accused.
Had she not turned around and looked at him in that manner, he wouldn’t have accidentally bitten his tongue.
Confused and sorrowful, Anna’s eyes drooped low. Once again, she found herself being blamed for something she had no knowledge of, clueless about her transgression. It seemed that at this point, he might even hold her accountable for breathing. How was she expected to endure it all?
After devoting herself to her work for an extended period, Anna’s lips felt parched. She moistened them by darting her tongue out, sweeping across and moistening them.
Dylan’s anger erupted once more, his voice thunderous. “Stop! I told you to stop!”
His face turned a bright shade of red, his eyes burning with fury.
“What have I done wrong? I promise I won’t repeat it. Please, just tell me,” Anna pleaded.
“No,” he said with decisive coldness. “There’s nothing for you to know.”
Anna bemoaned, “Then what am I supposed to do?”
She couldn’t possibly read his mind. Frustration and annoyance coursed through her veins.
“I bit my tongue because of you,” he finally disclosed.
Anna truly couldn’t comprehend it. Why did he harbor such intense hatred toward her?
“Are you going to command me to be your tongue this time, Young Master? Or perhaps order me to lick it instead?”
Once, Dylan had been like a radiant beacon descending from the heavens for her. He had been the one to allow her to work in the mansion in the first place. Now, ironically, he was attempting to drive her away.
He seized her arms firmly. “Yes,” he declared, and before Anna could even blink, he pulled her onto the bed, positioning her on his legs, looking down at him. He wanted to test the limits of her compliance. “If you can, then go ahead and try.”
His hair was still damp from the bath, and droplets of water clung to the strands. His piercing eyes, perpetually cold and chilling whenever they landed on her, were now startlingly serious, glaring at her with tangible heat. His sharp, defined nose pointed upward, and he kept his lips slightly parted, as if awaiting Anna’s move.
Locking eyes with him, she finally realized his seriousness. However, if he intended to instill fear in her heart with this command, he was gravely mistaken. What truly concerned Anna was something entirely different.
Her heart suddenly quickened its pace, and a deep sensation welled up within her chest. This was her truest and most profound fear.
Although she had merely been mirroring Dylan’s gaze with her own, her breaths became rapid and shallow. The word “yayok” began to echo in her mind, the very term Dylan had attributed to her back in the library. She had later discovered it meant “selfish desire.” And now, it perfectly encapsulated what she felt, to a terrifying extent.
After taking several deep breaths, Anna slowly lowered her body, drawing nearer to him. Though she couldn’t fully comprehend his emotions and desires, she decided he had brought this upon himself. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against his, her tongue gently exploring his mouth, obeying his orders while reminding herself that she was merely a diligent employee.
“It’s not my fault,” she silently reassured herself. She was merely following instructions.
As Dylan’s tongue brushed against Anna’s, their tongues momentarily intertwined, sharing each other’s breaths.
Anna silently repeated to herself, over and over, that this wasn’t a kiss. However, Dylan grabbed the back of her head and began to engulf her lips with his, leaving her mind blissfully blank.
Undoubtedly, it was a kiss.
His lips pressed forcefully against hers, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue felt scorching hot, passionately delving into her mouth, exploring its depths. He grasped her chest, and a moan escaped from Anna, the sound vibrating between their entwined lips. His other hand slowly slipped under her skirt, moving up her smooth thighs toward her hips, trespassing into forbidden territory.
Not there!
Anna panicked, but just as she was about to push him away, a knock suddenly resounded from the door.
“Ah!”
In unison, their eyes flew open, as if awoken from a dream. Anna pushed Dylan away, placing her hands on his chest, and swiftly got off the bed to fix her disheveled attire. Meanwhile, Dylan stared at his hands, seemingly unable to believe what had just transpired.
What have I done?
Maintaining a composed and stoic expression, Anna’s actions stirred another storm within Dylan. “I’ll take my leave,” she announced, yet he continued to glare at her, silently scolding her. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling her departure.
Anna bowed politely and exited the room. Soon after, another girl entered. “Master,” the girl began, “I’ll water the plants for a moment—”
“Don’t. Come back later,” Dylan interrupted, ordering her away. He rubbed his face with a hand, consumed by self-reproach.
* * *
As soon as Anna stepped out of the room, she leaned against the wall, sliding down onto the floor slowly.
“Is this all just a dream?” she murmured to herself.
“I’m sure that’s what you’d like to believe,” Casey responded sarcastically.
Having entered the room only to quickly leave, she had overheard Anna’s bewildered mutterings. Witnessing Anna’s breathless and disoriented state didn’t faze Casey in the slightest. She firmly believed that Anna deserved it all.
After all, it was only a matter of time before Anna would be expelled from the Kilner household. And when that day arrived, she would finally reap what she had sown and pay the price for her impudence.
“You’re truly revolting,” Casey taunted, goading Anna to give up. “If I were you, I would’ve left long ago.”