Sold to a Prince!

Mikel pulled the fuming woman closer to him, brashly and quickly, making her fall on his lap.

He then reached forward and did the thing, which he had done so many times up until now.

His hands skillfully dug through the buttons and reached inside the dress with familiarity.

The touch of the warm and soft skin felt wonderful to his hands and the woman's chest was neither flat nor too obscenely big.

Her curves were tastefully voluptuous and fit perfectly in his hands, soft and tender to his touch.

Any other man would have been enticed by her beauty and let his emotions waver, but Mikel's attention was on something else.

His hands continued to undo the corset underneath the dress, which was squishing her breasts together and hiding what he was looking for when suddenly a hand shot up and held his in place.

"Hmmm? Do I need to teach my slave another lesson?" Mikel's brows knitted together and his gaze shifted to the look at the woman, surprised by her bold actions.

However, what met him was something else altogether…

Sylvia glared at him back in anger, her frustration reaching its peak, her chest heaving up and down.

But that was not what held Mikel's attention.

She hadn't realized it herself but right at this moment, the woman's gorgeous soulful blue eyes turned bright golden in color, with her round pupils constricting to a slit-like shape.

Though it was a woman in his arms, the eyes that glared at Mikel could easily belong to a bloodthirsty ferocious beast.

Matching the viciousness in her gaze, the crescent-shaped mark in her chest as well glowed brightly, as if it was reflecting the emotions swirling in her heart underneath.

These were not just mere changes in her appearance, but a strong and overpowering aura flowed out of her as well.

Mikel gulped, a nervousness filling inside him for the first time.

He had wanted to bring out the beast within her. He had meticulously done everything just for the sake of it.

However, he had vastly underestimated the said beast.

What was she? He didn't know that yet.

He knew that she belonged to the beast clan, a forbidden ancient clan of magicians who were able to shapeshift into powerful beasts but as to what specific beast she was… even he had no idea.

As he held the woman's gaze, her terrifying bloodthirsty eyes, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty and allure.

If he continued looking into those soul-piercing eyes, something told him that he might soon forget himself in them.

They were nothing short of bewitching.

The woman had a mystical animal magnetism that attracted him to her and made him momentarily forget where he was and what he was doing.

But luckily for him, a loud knock interrupted them, making Mikel snap out of his trance.

A grin surfaced on his face as he quickly muttered a spell.

The very next instant, the woman in his arms lost her consciousness, falling back into his embrace, her eyes closed.

Mikel gulped, sighing in relief.

He had finally succeeded and his doubts were also proven correct! He had been waiting for this day for a very long time!

However, this was neither the place nor the time to act on it. Not just yet.

Mikel clenched his fist tightly to control his trembling figure, as he gently placed Sylvia on the carriage seat, her head on his lap.

There was an unfathomable sadness in his eyes, which neither his charming and gentle facade nor his cold and arrogant facade could hide.

The man then leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I am sorry for pushing you so hard." He muttered, with no one else to hear.