The Vampire Lord's Blood Doll

**Sissy's POV**

I was screaming internally, knowing I shouldn't have acted this way, yet found myself instinctively pressing closer to William. His body felt so good close to mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I also felt my underwear become wet by the intense arousal I felt. Pictures appeared in my mind of him standing in the room, just showered, a towel wrapped around his waist only.

Even if I knew what I was doing was entirely wrong, I felt like I had no power to resist. I let him kiss me forcefully. What more, I kissed him back. I have never thought a forceful kiss can turn me on until now.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He held my waist, tracing my skin through the light material of my shirt, which made me feel the goosebumps all over my body.

His eager hands moved upwards, reaching my chest. The icy touch of his fingers on that soft mound sent shivers through my whole body, and that was the sensation that brought me back to my senses. I pushed him away abruptly. He was taken aback apparently, but I forcefully wiped my lips, giving him a glare of disgust, then I left the room hastily.

I could imagine my fleeing figure resembled a small rabbit, shaking its short tail as it ran off. Even if it looked cute, the hunter wanted to catch it, and after removing its fur, it wanted to eat it raw.

As I ran off the room, I could hear him burst out laughing. Like he found my behaviour amusing. His laugh made me feel like he enjoyed this game so much that he wouldn't stop until I gave in, and I was afraid I wouldn't be strong enough to resist his charm the next time.

I escaped back into my room, and I slammed the door shut, rushing to the bathroom to freshen up.

I brushed my teeth several times. I only stopped when I saw my gums were bleeding. I rinsed my mouth a few times until the water was clear of my blood.

I stopped and tried to catch my breath as I was so angry, still my heart couldn't stop racing in my chest.

I couldn't understand why I had willingly responded to him. While he was kissing me, I felt like my body was separated from my soul. A voice in my mind screamed no, but my body, driven by instinct, craved a response.

The flames of desire burned quickly, engulfing my entire body. I couldn't restrain myself, succumbing to my instincts.

As I felt my underwear dumped, confirming my uncontrollable sexual desire, I felt like I wouldn't be able to push him away. I recalled the memory of the night I saw him with Miley, and instead of feeling embarrassed, at that moment, I wanted to be her; having him forcefully thrusting behind me.

I splashed water on my face, looking at my reflection in the mirror, feeling absurd.

Why did this happen? I asked myself.

Unable to comprehend, I quickly took my phone, and I browsed rental listings.

I had to leave as quickly as possible. I couldn't stand being in here any longer. This man was alluring, yet dangerous. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist his temptations if he attempted to get closer to me again. That would make me a horrible friend and a bad person. If Miley developed schizophrenia because of her ex-boyfriend, how would she react if I did something to provoke her?

I couldn't even think about it. I knew I couldn't bear the guilt of such an action, that if he would manipulate me so well, I would lose my mind and give in. I would rather be disappointed in others than hurt someone myself.

It took me a while to list all the available rentals. With a pile of housing information in front of me, I quickly found a suitable place. I couldn't wait to call the landlord. I quickly dialled the number, and I was so happy that he agreed to show the place. After setting a time, I disconnected the call. I packed my bag, then I stormed downstairs. I didn't even look around. I just rushed to the door to exit the house, heading to the city to view my possible new home. **William's POV**

As I emerged from the gym, I only saw his pretty figure departing from the house. I instantly thought about the rabbit trying to escape from the hunter. The thought of it made my lips curl up. After she closed the door, I walked to the dining

room.

"Where is she going?" I asked the housekeeper, while I pulled out the chair and I sat down.

"It seems like she arranged an appointment to view a house." The housekeeper answered respectfully while serving coffee.

I raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled. With just a glance, the housekeeper understood my unspoken question.

"Sir, rest assured. I will handle the matter."

I nodded, then I took a sip of my coffee.

"Is Miley's situation taken care of?"

"It is taken care of, sir. She had a minor episode this time, but the doctor has given her medication, and she will be back tomorrow." The housekeeper answered me dutifully, but she didn't answer exactly what I meant, so I inquired further. "I mean, have the people she killed been taken care of? She committed three murders in the city recently, as you know."

The housekeeper stopped. "Sir, Miley's value is diminishing. Why keep her around?"

"You are not very gentlemanly towards the lady." I replied calmly.

The housekeeper remained unfazed, his grey-blue eyes calm as he spoke about murder as casually as drinking water. It was all normal to us.

"I just feel that her appetite is getting bigger. Such greed will eventually cause trouble for you. Instead of facing a disaster in the future, it is better to clean up now."

I put my coffee down, then I playfully stroked my chin.

"No rush, she still has her uses." I smiled at him.

The housekeeper glanced at me thoughtfully, but he had nothing else to say. He just tidied up the coffee and left.