You run along the hallway, fleeing from the man you played a little prank on. Sylus sure wasn't amused as he found himself covered in lipstick marks on his face. But you just couldn't resist, he looked so peaceful while sleeping and the urge to test your new color on him was so tempting.

Few minutes later you left bright pink kisses on his cheeks and forehead, even one on his remarkable nose. And now you're in big big trouble as he woke up and letting you know that he'd found out what you've done through some messages on your phone.

At the end of the long hall you run along you enter a bigger room with Luke and Kieran sitting around a round table playing some dice game. Closing the heavy wooden door behind you hurry over to them.

"You two need to help me! Sylus is after me, I need a hiding place!" you shout lowly to them.

"Miss Hunter, what have you done?" they ask in unison.

"No time to explain! He gave me three minutes, so help me please!" you nearly beg, counting the seconds in your head—less than 120 seconds left.

"Here, get behind here." one of the twins motions you over to a decorative wall with some ancient Knights armor on display in the front.

You race behind the ornaments and try to calm yourself down with controlled breathing.

With a loud bang the door you entered a few moments before, crashed into the wall besides, revealing a tall intimidating figure with white hair just as you counted to zero in your head.

Sylus enters with measured big steps, crimson-red eyes flicking around with a searching motion before settling on the twins.

"Where is she?" he demands, the lipstick kiss marks glowing in vivid pink on overall his handsome face.

Luke and Kieran stare at him for a moment, apparently not believing what they see.

"Boss, there's something on your face..." Luke starts as Kieran interrupts him immediately and Sylus shoots him a glare.

"She came along here" he hurries to speak before he drags his twin brother out of the tortured door, closing it behind them.

Suddenly the entire room goes quiet, and you try to breathe slowly, not making a sound. Your legs start to tremble slightly due to the crouching position behind the armory display. Your knee touches the ornamental wall accidentally and causes a soft cling. You freeze immediately as Sylus turns to your hiding spot, a little smirk on his decorated face.

He doesn't say a word, just walking over to the antics you're hiding behind. His serenity appears far more dangerous than anything else, a predator sensing his prey, and you're thoughts race inside your head. What's he doing? Does he know you're here? Did the sound betray you?

He strides out of your view as you carefully peaked around the corner of your hide-out. A deafening silence settles in, filling the room again. You wait for a few moments and nothing happens. Seems Sylus has left without you noticing, and you exhale relaxed. You were able to jump from the razor's edge this time and get away with your little prank on him.

Or so you think as you were suddenly lifted, a black and red mist whirling around you.

"Found you, kitten."

Sylus stands right behind you, holding you tight in his powerful Evol. You squeal out his name surprised, and he just grins at you and sets your feet on the ground in front of him, your hands bound with his power.

With two fingers he lifts up your chin and the pink lipstick kisses vanishing from his face in red-black energy dust.

"It's time to receive your punishment for ambushing me in my sleep." he whispers quietly in your ear, the deep timbre of his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You gulp "Sylus... "

And your world spins around you a second time as he lifts you up and throws you above his broad shoulder. Your butt now in the air and your head hanging down along his rear side. With a tight grip around your legs he starts moving.

Punching his back, shouting out his name you try to free yourself from his restraint but to no avail. His hold on you is as firm as titanium. And you were brought to the luxurious kitchen, helplessly hanging over him like a sack of potatoes, his shoulder digging uncomfortable into your belly.

Sylus sits himself on a chair beside the dining table, arranging you in his lap. Your hands and feet are cuffed with his Evol, so you are still at his mercy. Your heart beats erratically in your chest, not knowing what the punishment will be like.

And with a glint of mirth in his ruby-red eyes he smirks at you. "Such a naughty kitten. If you wanted to know how your lipstick looks on me, you could have just asked."

And supported with his Evol a bowl, filled with some white fluff, is floating towards your position. With a clunking sound it's settled in front of Sylus on the dark-brown dining table, and now you recognize the content of the bowl: fresh and deliciously whipped cream.

Confused, you gaze at him, not sure what to think about the situation. For what evil plan does he need whipped cream?

With a short flick of his eyes to you and back to the bowl he explains "Originally this should have become a little breakfast for you, Sweetie. But now..." Sylus pauses, dipping one of his long digits into the white mass "I'm going to eat it all by myself." and with the last word he licks the cream from his finger in an agonizing slow motion with his tongue.

Your mouth goes dry, your heart starts to race again but this time for another reason. The lips of the most dangerous man in the City devouring his fingertip and you aren't able to look away. The show Sylus puts on is a way to tempting and heat starts to settle in your lower body.

"I'm sorry" you choke out weakly, your bravado crumbling at the sight of him.

He finishes his meal and the smug smile is back, red eyes twinkling with mischief. "Is that so?" as he dips his finger in the bowl again.

And with a swift flick with his finger a small blotch of cold whipped cream is placed on your now heated cheek.

You flinch back a little, startled by his sudden action. Sylus chuckles. "I don't believe you're sincere now, Sweetie." as he leans into your face.

Soft lips grazing the warm skin, closing around the drip of cream and a hot tongue curls along to gather it completely from your cheek.

Your breath hitches and you stare with widened eyes at the man that captured you so effortlessly. All that remains on your skin is a damp spot from his saliva.

Sylus eyes still sparkling, now with humor and something more ...dark. "What? Do you think I'll eat you alive?"

Another dip into the fluffy mass and you freeze. The heat in your body grows and grows, and you catch yourself wishing for more than just a fleeting touch of his lips on your face.

Tender fingers stroking something of the cream on the corner of your mouth, just enough so that it won't drip down. A half-lidded gaze observing you, locking in with your own. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, and you want nothing more than to feel his lips once more.

As like, he read your thoughts, Sylus leans in, eyes on your lips now. A featherlight touch grazes the curve of your mouth and a swift stroke of his tongue steals the cream back from where he put it before. Your head goes dizzy, and you feel an aching in your belly, one that has become familiar when you're around the boss of Onychinus.

Just as you turn your head to meet his lips in their fullest he retreats, leaving you dumbfounded.

A chuckle sounded through the kitchen, bringing you back to reality, and it dawns on you that you fell into his trap.

"That's enough ... punishment for now." he whispers in your ear before his Evol sets you back on the kitchen floor and releases you, leaving you utterly confused and with yearning for the man who knows how to play with your feelings so damn well.