CHAPTER 6 Part 3

Alena jerked back.

Thud!

Her eyes widened because what collided directly with the desk wasn't the back of her head but his hand!

He had managed to shield her head! How did he even… did he anticipate that instinctive move? But more importantly, why? Why did he do that? Why had he bothered to do that? It was as if... as if he didn’t want her to get hurt!

He withdrew his hand as she continued to stare at his face disbelievingly. No… this cunning man must’ve done that for a reason, a reason she believed would be something as soulless as those emotionless eyes of his. Whatever he was trying to achieve by doing this, she would never let him have it. Never. She’d kill him first before he won whatever game he’s playing!

“Pervert,” Alena blurted. The sheer sight of him sitting right there and looking down at her with that face made of stone fanned the flame of her irritation.

“I am not the one voluntarily kneeling there under my desk... between my legs... and blushing, Duchess,” he replied.

"Blushing..." she echoed, smirking. She swung her fist at his side as hard as she could. To her delight, he didn’t stop the attack. Did he really miss that? Or did he deliberately not bother himself to stop her because he think that a punch from her was nothing? That must be it, right? His stone face didn't even wince a little even though she felt his body react slightly to the impact.

"True, duke," she continued. "But I'm not the one spreading my legs wide like a desperate debutante."

"If I'm the desperate debutante, that makes you... the suitor on her knees desperate to win me?"

Alena felt heat crept through her skin for real this time. A combination of embarrassment and infuriation! It was maddening how he could return an even more fatal comeback with that same straight stoic face so easily!

"Guess I should aim lower next time," she smirked, glancing at his crotch before holding his gaze again. “I’m certain that should definitely elicit an expression from your emotionless face, right, Duke?"

The Duke reached out and her eyes stretched wide at the feel of his thumb pressing against her her lips. "Dare and do it, Duchess. But don’t cry if I’ll have this mouth of yours soothe the pain with pleasure," he replied in a voice so low that Alena just felt unwanted goosebumps run across her skin.

"What a real perv…" she trailed off. Then lifting her chin, she shot back, "Dare do it, Duke. I’ll make sure to soothe the pain by biting it off."

Alena’s eyes shone with a triumphant glint. Though he still didn’t make any visible reaction, she was convinced that her retort was what definitely silenced him! There’s just no way that line did nothing to him, right?

But then the duke she thought was rendered speechless replied. "Bite it off, you say? Duchess, I wasn't aware you were into raw meat.”