The Knight's Mysterious Maid-Chapter 450: First to crack (3)

"Did you fall somewhere today, Annalise? It couldn’t be the fall from a while ago that gave you this fresh bruise," Rafael said, slightly pulling down the neck of her shirt to get a better look at the bruise.

"You’re killing me right now," Annalise muttered. Now was not the time to be talking about bruises. She always had bruises all over her body. Why should this one matter matter now?

Whenever she took a trip around the town she would come back with bruises. They showed that Annalise had fun and when someone pointed them out, Annalise could share the adventure she had.

"Don’t poke at it, Rafael. It’ll go away soon. Please let me go. You’re no fun," Annalise sighed, giving up on her trick. Rafael was playing ignorant like he didn’t have the slightest clue what she was trying to do.

"Why? I thought you said you were going to help me with my fantasies?" Rafael asked, keeping his hold on her. He had picked what little grass she had in her hair and now he was back to wanting to have fun.

"I thought we were to keep our hands off each other. With all of this touching you are doing, doesn’t this mean that you lost?" Annalise questioned, ready to clinch this victory.

"We walked holding hands and we both know that this is not the type of keeping our hands off each that you meant. You were the one to bring this up-"

"And you were the one to make it serious," Annalise finished for him.

"You can call it off now if you wish, Annalise. I will touch you as you want if you give up," Rafael said and then groaned because of Annalise elbowing him.

"Not a chance. If you are going to hold me like this all night, can it be closer to the food? It has been a few hours since I ate anything," Annalise said, eyeing the food that was more appealing than Rafael at the moment.

Rafael let go of Annalise so she could eat and then they would get back to where they left off.

"How kind of you to only let go so I do not starve," Annalise said, stepping away from before the feeling of his chest made her give in and be the first one to crack.

Annalise turned around and looked over his body once more. Like Rafael, she could hold back the things she wanted to do. She was not some crazed person who couldn’t go without being intimate. It was only that it had been some time since they did it that her mind was so easily swayed.

Had they never done anything, Annalise wouldn’t be this way now. The trip out of town to visit the orphanage had caused all of this. It had made her jealous when she saw him with another woman, they kissed and slept together for the first time.

She would have loved to go back to deny going with him, but then it would mean that she never came across Lydia.

Annalise knew that it wasn’t right, but she wanted to hit Rafael as it was partially his fault for how attached she was to him now. She wanted the time some married couples told her about looking at their partners was like looking at a wall to come right now.

Rafael was like the perfect statue. One that a perverted artist would touch when they were alone.

Annalise shook her head as her thoughts were getting stranger and stranger.

On the other hand, Rafael couldn’t help but smile at Annalise’s behaviour. His greatest challenge was trying not to laugh out loud to upset her. There would be no fun for either of them if he were to anger her especially when she was so frustrated.

Annalise took her mind off of Rafael and focused on the food they had to try eating a lot of so it wouldn’t go to waste. She took up a fork to get started on what looked like steamed potatoes.

Right after Annalise bit into the potato Rafael said, "I wanted to fuck you in the bathroom. That was the fantasy I had the night you were in my bedroom."

"W-What?" Annalise stuttered, caught off guard by him answering her question now.

Thanks to Rafael surprising her, the piece of the potato she had bit into did not go down as it should have so she started to choke. Annalise patted her chest, trying to save herself.

Rafael opened a bottle of one of the drinks and pushed it Annalise’s way for her to drink.

Annalise snatched up the bottle and brought it to her lips to help with sending the food on its way. "You bastard. You did that on purpose."

"Guilty," Rafael replied with an innocent smile.

"I’m starting to think that you are one of those people looking to kill someone after marriage, but you’re messing up by starting too early," Annalise said, putting her fork down as she was afraid he would tell her more about his dreams while she was eating.

If she choked on food again, there was no guarantee that she would survive it. She was lucky that it was something soft.

"I will never try to kill you. You said you wanted to know about what I felt at that time and I told you. I was deceived at that time into thinking you had returned to my bedroom and entered my bathroom with me. I’m certain I shared this story with you. Do you want to know what else I thought of? It was a bit of torture that you were always hovering around my room," Rafael said.

He had royally screwed himself by making Annalise his maid. There were many dreams she could hear about. Dreams he quickly woke up from and stayed awake for hours because he didn’t like thinking of his maid that way. It had always felt wrong to have the thoughts of her then.

"I wanted to know when I was trying to seduce you. Not now when I am eating. You’re not playing fair and it’s time that you put on a shirt. It is cold here. The fire isn’t helping yet. I am not speaking to you," Annalise said, turning to the side to avoid him.

She reluctantly picked up the fork with the rest of the potato still on it to try eating it again. She looked at Rafael for a moment to be sure that he wasn’t going to speak when she was trying to eat again.

"You can eat. I’ve got all night to bother you. Try some of the cake with the cream," Rafael said, using his finger to take off a bit of the cream and then lick it. He wasn’t fond of sweets, but this cake was something he could enjoy for one night.

"You," Annalise said in disbelief at how he tasted the cake. This was all purpose work.

"What’s the matter? Does it remind you of how-"

"I am going to throw this potato at you if you do not stop," Annalise said, willing to throw the fork along with it if it would get him to stop.