Sinfully Yours by Mirah Selim (best e reader for manga txt) 📕

" And you." He said looking at trembling Ella.

"Get out! And never disobey me again Ella. This is the last time I am letting you off. Because trust me, woman. " He grabbed the handful of her hair jerking her face closer to his.

"There will be no next time." He left her with a rough jerk.

"OUT!" She instantly grabbed her bag and ran out of the mansion.

Sophia as well left the living room. Cyrus's eyes fell on Hazel who just had taken two steps back when his sharp gaze clearly told her to stop. She paused dropping her eyes down.

"What did you learn today beautiful?" He questioned walking closer to her. Hazel gulped watching his dirty shoes standing only an inch away from her.

He bent his neck down to her level letting his hot breath hit her tensed forehead.

"Answer me." He whispered leaning to her face. Her breath hitched at their proximity.

"To never disobey you." A satisfied smile appeared over his lips.

" Good." He leaned back looking at her with a yearning gaze.

"Set the lunch on the table we both will eat together." Hazel instantly nodded running to the kitchen making him chuckle.

She looked beyond shook and appalled seeing his behavior with Ella. Cyrus didn't have to do what he did only if Ella knew her place and hadn't disobeyed him. Ella even after being with him for years still dared to disobey him irked his insides.

How can someone disobey him? Him! Cyrus Sylvester is the sole owner and ruler of this country. How dare that lowlife dared to go against his words when she knows him well?

Cyrus narrowed his eyes at the dining table thinking about that woman who dared to go against his words. Her disobedience and violence on his workers in his absence have hit the spot where she shouldn't have.

What does she even think of herself?! How can she think she has any right to touch what's belongs to him? Cyrus was always a possessive man he hates it when someone tries to rule beside him or over him. He has reached this level with his blood and sweat. And that mere bed warmer thinks she can sit beside him. Rule beside him.

What a joke! She was nothing but a pussy for him to fuck. And that thought he had cleared her from the very first day then how can she even think she has any right to think of herself as someone superior?

She has forgotten her place, doesn't she! Cyrus suddenly scoffed remembering that he actually was thinking of making that woman his wife. If she has such an audacity to think of herself as more than just a bed warmer right now then what will she do if she becomes his wife? He didn't even want to think about it. Bloody money hunger woman!

He was a fool to think about her being his wife. Ella was a good fuck but never a wife material and he was already sure about it the day Hazel entered his life. Ella never was the woman who could keep him connected with her.

She was always a greedy woman. Her body was her way of earning. And Cyrus was nothing but a bidder of her body. That's it. He shouldn't have ever thought of that foolish possibility.

Ella can never win his interest back after all even after meeting so many seductive women and beautiful ones to be precise in the past days but still, he couldn't get aroused. All he could think about was her.

And here she entered the dining room with a trolly arranging the table. His eyes stared at her watching her work with keen interest. She wasn't a seductress and she wasn't doing anything to seduce him yet he always ends up getting aroused by her mere presence.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. His eyes traveled down to her body finding her in a simple blue dress reaching a little below her knees. He could see why she chose that dress. It was slightly covering her neck and arms as it had full sleeves. He couldn't see his marks. She must have hidden them. And he didn't like it. Even though he didn't care about such petty things before but right now he wanted to see his marks adorning her beautiful smooth skin.

She looks, as usual, beautiful but in his eyes, she looks breathtaking. He has no idea what's so different about her that he like a magnet kept on coming back to her.

Coming back for lunch was never Cyrus's habit. He always likes to eat lunch in his office and sometimes even skips it. But today he wanted to come back even though the lunch was just an excuse he just wanted to see her.

Her gorgeous face filled with utmost innocence kept on flashing before his eyes. He wasn't able to work properly today. All he wanted was to just run back to the mansion and engulf her in his arms.

And that's what he wanted to do until he witnessed the infuriating scene. Ella, insulting Hazel and slapping Sophia. Even though for him Sophia wasn't more than a maid but still it was needed to show Ella her place.

The woman was forgetting where she belongs at. Beneath his shoe. That was her place and she knew it well yet she dares to consider herself any greater.

Hazel was done placing the food and turned to look at him only to find him looking at her without blinking. He looked lost in his thoughts.

She cleared her throat but he didn't budge just kept on gawking at her with a blank face yet intense gaze.

"L-Lunch is ready." She mumbled not liking how intensely he was staring at her.

Cyrus without moving his gaze from her motioned her to serve him. She sighed in discomfort and started serving him. She placed everything she made on his plate as she had no idea what he wanted to eat.

"Stop." Hazel was about to walk to the seat when his voice stopped her.

She looked at him in confusion, Cyrus gestured her to come near him and she hesitantly did.

"Sit here." He pulled the chair closer to him ordering her.

Hazel gulped silently obeying him. She was dead scared to even disobey him anymore after all the things he did to Ella. The man went all barbarian just because someone disobeyed him. She wasn't going to take a risk.