Try Begging Novel - Chapter 11

“Captain, I must go…”

“Sally, will you bite my lip next?”

She struggled, trying to pull away the hand that gripped her chin, then froze. Could he truly remember? Did he know her true identity and was playing with her?

She had to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances. Sally carefully slipped her right hand into her skirt pocket, ensuring he wouldn’t notice.

“No, what am I saying? Am I not?”

“Captain!”

Without a moment to resist, Sally was pulled close, right beneath his chin.

“I could just bite it myself.”

The moment Camden’s vampire revealed his pristine white teeth and smiled, Sally clamped her left hand over his mouth. A struggle ensued as the man tried to pull her hand away and devour her lips.

No matter how rigorous Sally’s training had been, fighting and winning against a physically superior military officer with one hand was impossible.

It wasn’t yet time to resort to her last measure. Eventually, she had to bring out her right hand, which had been clutching that final resort in her pocket, and join the fray.

She tried to poke his eyes, but her wrist was swiftly caught. Winston wrapped one arm around Sally’s waist and lifted her.

The moment her airborne body landed on something hard, Sally’s kicks sent neatly stacked documents and a pen holder tumbling from the desk onto the carpet. Her foot struck Winston’s solar plexus with a fierce blow, as intended, but he merely winced for a moment.

“You fight well. Do you have brothers? Or perhaps you’ve had some training?”

She tried to twist her ankle free from Winston’s grasp, but her movements stiffened. If she fought, her identity would be exposed. If she didn’t, she would be forced to entangle herself with this dirty royal pig.

Sally’s breathing grew ragged as she frantically searched for a solution within her chaotic mind. When she ceased her resistance, Winston chuckled, pushing back a few strands of hair that had fallen onto his forehead during their struggle. Contrary to his calm demeanor, his body seemed to have grown hotter, the front of his trousers more prominent than before.

“I’m still curious, you see. What you and I can do.”

“Captain, please let me go.”

“Why so? Ah, right.”

Winston dismissed Sally’s firm refusal lightly. His immaculate hand delved inside his officer’s jacket and pulled out a dark object, placing it on Sally’s chest as she lay on the desk.

“I’m a man who repays as certainly as he retaliates.”

What he gave her was a heavy wallet, stuffed with banknotes. He was a man who despised women who spread their legs for money. So why was he forcing money upon her, demanding she spread hers?

She could only hope his test wasn’t over yet…

“Captain, I must have lost my mind earlier today. I have a fiancé. I don’t want to betray him.”

Ignoring Sally’s plea, his hand plunged into her skirt, which had ridden up to her knees.

“Sally, the more you say such things, the more aroused I become. Don’t you know men well? Or perhaps you know them too well.”

“Captain! Stop!”

It was the very moment she intended to kick his groin. As his hand, exploring her thigh, grasped something, Sally froze in terror. The casual smile vanished from Winston’s face in an instant.

“What… is this?”

The object tucked beneath the band of her right stocking was pulled out in one swift motion. As the silver revolver’s muzzle emerged from beneath her black skirt, Sally’s chest heaved.

Calm down. I must stay calm.

As Sally slowly pushed herself upright, Winston raised the revolver to his eye level. His icy gaze, fixed on the ridiculously small pistol in his hand, then shifted to Sally’s face beyond it.

“I asked you, what is this?”

It’s a pistol. If she acted this foolishly, his already thin patience might completely snap today. What would become of Sally if he lost his reason, even Winston himself wouldn’t know.

“My fiancé… gave it to me.”

“Your fiancé gave you a forbidden object.”

Since the restoration of the monarchy, civilians were forbidden from possessing firearms unless they had special permits from the police or military. This was due to fear of a second rebellion.

“What kind of work does he do? Is he some back-alley thug?”

“He’s not like that. He’s a good man.”

As she half-truthfully, half-convincingly defended her fiancé, Winston’s smooth brow furrowed slightly.

“He said it was dangerous since I work in the interrogation room, so he went to great lengths to get it for me. I know it’s a forbidden object, Captain. But…”

“Dangerous? Sally, no one in this mansion will lay a hand on you. I’ve given them strict warnings.”

You’re laying hands on me.

The words rose to her throat, but she swallowed them back. Winston’s right hand still lightly gripped her bare skin beneath the left hem of her bloomer.

“You’re the only one audacious enough to disobey my orders.”

Was he referring to her entering the interrogation room alone earlier today? Winston’s lips curved into a smile on one side. But his eyes weren’t smiling.

“I apologize.”

Sally bowed her head, dropping her gaze like a docile lamb. Until the headquarters issued a withdrawal order, she would have to truly be a docile lamb, living as if she didn’t exist.

The thumb buried in her bloomer brushed her inner thigh once, and Sally flinched.

Was he going to attack again? He was the kind of man who would threaten her using illegal weapon possession as an excuse. No, wasn’t he the kind of man who would attack first, even without an excuse?

She subtly raised her eyes to gauge his mood, but Winston’s gaze remained fixed on the revolver.

Soon, five fingertips left a burning trail as they slid from her bare skin to her stocking and withdrew. But it was too soon to feel relieved.

Winston examined the revolver with keen eyes, scrutinizing every detail. He opened the cylinder, pulled out a bullet to inspect it, then chuckled when he found the serial number between the cylinder and the barrel had been erased. Sally’s heart pounded even faster.

“Have you ever fired it?”

He, who had handled countless firearms, would surely know. That this revolver was well-maintained. If she said she hadn’t fired it, that her fiancé had just given it to her and she merely kept it, he would immediately know it was a lie.

“Once or twice… just for fun, at cans…”

“And?”

“A month ago, I encountered a robber in the city…”

“Did you hit him?”

“Yes…”

Winston burst into amused laughter, then asked,

“Me?”

“Pardon?”

“Were you going to shoot me?”

Sally stared into his eyes, which gleamed with cruel mischief, then slowly, resolutely, nodded. After all, he would know if she lied.

“Ha…”

Winston laughed again, but this laughter was different from before. He bit his lower lip as he laughed, a faint hint of surprise, as if caught off guard, discernible.

“Me? Interesting.”

Click, the cylinder closed. His words, uttered with a dismissive tone, still carried a subtle bewilderment.

“If you shoot, I’ll die.”

“…Yes.”

“I wasn’t planning on killing you.”

Sally struggled to compose her expression, which threatened to turn grim.

He would rape her, but let her live. Was she supposed to be grateful? Was he expecting an apology for trying to kill a master who merely desired her body?

“I find it amusing, but you don’t seem to?”

Winston’s eyes and lips drooped at the corners. If one didn’t know what kind of man he was, they might think that dejected, puppy-like expression suited his refined face.

Since he wasn’t expecting an answer, Sally kept her mouth shut and stared at him. She merely held her breath, frantically searching for an excuse to escape.

“I think it’d be fun to stir with this, too.”

He raised the revolver’s muzzle and waved it in the air.

“It’s too small. Well, you’re small too, I suppose.”

Meaningless words followed, but her intuition screamed. He was about to do something dangerous.

“Captain…”

Sally clutched her wrinkled apron, wrinkling it further, and sniffled. Even if it was a desperate gamble, she had to try something. Tears immediately began to fall onto her pale hand.

“Crying again?”

Winston’s voice was clearly exasperated.

“Am I going to be fired now?”

She deliberately distorted her face into an ugly grimace and looked up. The moment she did, Winston’s brow furrowed completely. The hand that had been holding the muzzle upwards gradually tilted downwards.

It worked.

Her mother had said that the tear tactic wouldn’t work if used too often. But that depended on how one defined ‘work.’

“I-I c-can’t, hic, be, f-fired.”

Wiping her tears with her sleeve, she stole a glance and saw Winston’s trouser front receding. Sally sobbed even harder, gasping.

“Captainnn, sniffle…”

How boring.

Leon looked at the woman, who was crying like a child, with cold eyes, then let out an exasperated sigh. Since she was acting like a child, her disheveled clothes and legs dangling limply from the edge of the desk no longer looked seductive.

You should have bitten me to the very end.

A cornered mouse is only interesting when it tries to bite the cat. Losing all will to fight and squeaking only killed the mood.

He should have just attacked her when she audaciously confessed she tried to kill him. He had prolonged the teasing unnecessarily, and now the atmosphere had cooled.

“You may go.”

The moment he gave the curt command, the woman, who had been buried in her sleeve, snapped her head up. Her wide, round eyes, reddened eyelids, and twitching nostrils from sniffling. She looked like a mouse that had spotted an opportunity.

Just try to go. Try to escape from me.

Leon silently licked his lips like a cat about to pounce on its prey.