The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (11)
After all, wasn’t she just a narcissist, a vain woman who wanted to become one of the Blood Kin and didn’t hesitate to sell herself to fawn over him?
How could she possibly have the courage to escape?
There was no need to escape.
Becoming the blood slave of a prince made her much more noble than many humans.
She should have been celebrating with joy.
But instead, she really did run away.
Moreover, she also attacked him.
Arthur’s soft smile froze over. He suddenly lifted her up by the collar.
He easily lifted her up and pressed her heavily against the tree trunk.
“Don’t you want to join the Blood Kin? Why did you run away?”
Bai Weiwei choked, and the cross in her hand fell to the ground. Having lost her last weapon, she was a bit afraid, but she glared at him furiously.
“I won’t become a slave for bloodsuckers, you filthy creatures.”
Arthur witnessed her complete transformation.
That fawning look was actually fake?
“Since you hate us, why would you rush over to take part in the Blood Banquet, hm?”
Bai Weiwei’s face was pale. Her feet dangled above the ground, and she could only be pressed forcefully against the tree trunk.
She bit her lip. Her body trembled intensely, but her voice wasn’t the slightest bit feeble.
“If I’d known it was a vampire banquet, would I have gone? Didn’t the invitation say it was a wine tasting party? When she gave me the invitation she didn’t say that…”
She shut up, watching him vigilantly.
Arthur slightly narrowed his eyes. “Someone else gave you the invitation, and you took it?”
Of course, the Blood Banquet wouldn’t be blatantly described as the Blood Banquet.
A civilian really wouldn’t have understood.
Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth, saying nothing.
Her round, catlike eyes lacked any lovable softness. Instead, they were full of clear, sharp vigilance and disgust.
Disgust for the Blood Kin.
She repeatedly used the taboo name used to address the Blood Kin… bloodsuckers.
Truly, such a disobedient… little prey.
Arthur suddenly smiled. He lowered his head, moving closer to her neck.
The sound of blood flowing through her arteries and the alluring scent excited him.
“What a clean scent.”
He spoke softly.
But it was enchantingly full of an ambiguous flavor.
“I’m a bit reluctant to drink it all at once, but this is what happens to disobedient prey who go against the Blood Clan.”
His voice suddenly overflowed with murderous intent.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes grew round with astonishment. Her lips trembled, but she didn’t let out any words of begging.
Arthur was actually a bit surprised. There wasn’t even a cry, asking to be spared.
It seemed to be true; she had mistakenly entered the Blood Banquet.
Last night, she forced herself to submit to and please him, all for the sake of running away.
When he thought this, an irritation at being deceived suddenly seized his calm heart.
This feeling, how long it has been since it last disgusted him.
Arthur suddenly held her, pressing her pale and feeble self into his firm embrace.
Slender and cold fingers pinched her fair cheeks. He lowered his head, bit her neck, and forcefully sucked.
The unique, delectable sweetness instantly brought his petrified taste buds to life.
In all his life, he had never before experienced such a wonderful taste.
Arthur’s thin lips were stained with blood. Silver hair cascaded down her petite frame, like a silver cage, locking the two of them together.
He was ravenous, as thirsty as a human on the verge of death swallowing his last mouthful of precious water.
This stimulation made him feel… pleasure.
The more high-ranking the Blood Kin, the more difficult it was to feel this sort of sexual excitement.
Yet he actually experienced it.
The sweet blood and the never-before experienced excitement intertwined in a rolling, intense sensation, fiercely shaking his iron-like nerves.
