Page 36 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

The story is about a real ass bitch named Bianca who is obsessed with her favorite male character in a Marie Rose book.

The girl is crazy, down bad obsessed to the point in the first scene of the book, she was fucking a giant teddy bear with his picture and shit…

anyway, she gets hit by a car and reincarnates into the book and now she’s navigating the word already knowing the story.

She goes around changing shit like saving characters who were supposed to die and warping the timelines and stuff!

Not only that, but the male lead ends up falling and becomes madly obsessed with her instead of the white female main character, Ula, who he was supposed to marry and have kids with…

ooooweee the fucking drama and tea! I have always wanted to see a Black girl like me in a manga, and to see a fellow Black woman writing it is so unreal!

Not to mention Elios and Bianca are tea!

Bianca is a vibe and so is Elios ol’ sprung ass.

“Kindly see to Mrs. Metchie’s belongings and place them neatly in her closet. Also, ensure a selection of refreshments is prepared and waiting for her upon her return from her workout.”

“Right away, sir.” She bows once more before leaving, and he wastes no time.

“Right this way, madam!” he turns and I notice he waits on me before he goes further, and thankfully so because shit, by the time we make it to the gym, a bitch is panting.

I have always thought of myself to be fit, but shhhhhiiiiittttt I’ma need to get me a damn hover board to get around this place.

This is too much. “Here we are, Madam, your private woman cave designed by Lord Metchie himself. Why, the Lord even made the seat cushions and the blankets himself!” he boasts proudly, and his surprises dance on my face and heart…

My goodness… My heart constricts. I run my hand over the anime blankets and the football cushions as I blink back tears. The way everything is laid out and folded with love and care. I was having a horrible day with the rumors, but this… this alone makes it better.

“I… I love it,” I breathe out, and he rocks on the back of his heels, smiling widely.

“I’m very much pleased to hear that. If you wouldn’t mind, allow me to give you a brief tour.”

“Sure.” I smile and Lord… I wish I had said, “Nah, I’m good fam.

” Brief my ass! Woman cave my foot! Frank built me a whole ass attached house!

It has its own master bedroom coupled with four more of them hoes, which Randolf stated is for when I want to have a girls’ night with my friends…

the fuck?! There is a whole ass state of the art kitchen with a private chef on call! Myyyyy niggggaaaaa!!!!

A huge sauna, a private pool with staff dedicated to blowing up my damn floaties, an anime inspired room with allllllllll of my favorite manga, and it also comes with the famous artist, Patrisha on call to paint whatever I want!

A protein shake and fruit smoothie bar with separate staff and even a home theater with every damn anime series and movies you can think of. I’m overwhelmed!

“So what do you think?”

“There is nothing much to think aside from everything is so well thought out and gorgeous. If I ever had a dream house in mind, this would be it,” I gasp and he claps his hands loud as hell, making me jump.

“You cannot imagine how deeply it pleases me to hear that, Mrs. Metchie.” He discreetly dabs at the corner of his eye with a gloved hand.

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

“If I may trouble you… should the opportunity arise, would you be so kind as to share those words with milord? Forgive my boldness in asking, but… it would mean a great deal.” He bows and I see him shaking, which makes me shake my head internally.

What the hell is Frank doing to instill such fear in these kind people?

“Absolutely I will! Please stop bowing,” I beg and he looks up at me with tears of gleefulness in his eyes.

“I cannot comprehend how we became so fortunate, in this life or any other, to be graced by a mistress as luminous as yourself. I thank the Source for your presence, and for bringing light to a place long shrouded in cold.

If I may be so bold…” he pauses and kneels at my feet, taking my hand, or well…

he doesn’t actually touch it. His gloved hand hovers ever so slightly away from mine as if a thin layer of air is keeping our hands from touching, and his lips hover over my pinky finger.

“You have my loyalty and that of those under my command, madam. Freely given, and without condition.”

I have no words… but I blink like fifty times when I think I see a red light slightly flash on my pinky, and my hand oddly feels warm.

“Th-thank you?” I question because what do you say to that?

“No, it is I who is thankful to you.” He stands.

“I bid you farewell. Please ring if you are in need of assistance,” he adds before he leaves, and I collapse on the sofa, tired and not even in the mood to work out.

Instead, I pull out my phone and go to Patreon to read about Bianca going shopping with her friend, Katrina Olv.

“Girl, who the hell is that?!” I gape at the fine ass man who’d just jumped off his obviously thoroughbred black stallion, dressed down in a badass suit heavily decorated with medals.

I glance over to Katrina to see her cheeks flushed and her eyes averted, causing me to raise a brow.

“Who is he?”

“Why… that is Sir Lemont, and…”

“And what?”

“H-he’s the t-top candidate for my betrothal,” she reveals and my lips pop open at that as I look between the two. His eyes ain’t left my girl since he got off that damn stallion… and her… I know a smitten ass bitch when I see one, and Katrina ass is smitten like a mother fucker!

“Oh?! And how do you feel about that?” I ask, already knowing these two like each other real bad. Hell, I don’t even need to refer back to the book. I can see with my own two damn eyeballs!

“W-well… I uhm… I would like very much to be wedded to Sir Lemont, but… from my understanding, Sir Lemont has stated he’s uninterested in marrying little girls who have barely left their mothers teats,” she states, her face flaming. The fuck? I curl my lip, mean mugging the hell out of him.

But then I calm down a bit… well… Katrina is grown at eighteen… but Rose did say that Katrina is very much so childish in personality and looks based on her fashion senses.

It was hell going through her wardrobe when she tried to find something for me to wear.

I kindly asked her to throw all that shit away, hell burn it even, since she looked so childish in it.

Instead, today I have her out in a cute lil ol’ number I doctored up that I compliments her hips and ass without over doing it.

I know this the damn olden times and shit, but I remember Rose Marie putting pictures in the book and saying this would be the fashion soon, so I’m just speeding up the process.

Now Katrina is showing a bit more titties and I did her makeup after her maid tried to have homegirl looking like the remix of Mary Poppins and Shirley Temple.

I did her hair up in sexy ass pin curls, added a little blush to her lips, and added some eye liner to accentuate and draw the eyes.

.. and I didn’t forget to add some pink rosey blush and perfume to her cleavage.

And from all the stares she and I have been getting, envious looks from the women and lustful and intriguing looks from the men, I can tell it’s working. However, it’s when Sir Lemont comes over and his eyes are locked on my friend that I see I made the right call.

“Good evening, Katrina… I barely recognized you while passing by. You have always been rather pretty, but today I must say you look rather… ravishing.” Oop… I glance at Katrina and she’s red like a tomato. Oh hell no! I can’t have her embarrassing herself in front of the nigga that clowned her.

“Hello, and you are?” I hold my hand out, and he finally acknowledges me.

“My apologies, young Miss. I am Sir Lemont, Captain of Duke Lienhart’s army.

” Yassss Daddy Elios always got the baddies around him!

But… Lemont… Lemont… why does that name sound familiar?

And that’s when realization hits me… my throat closes in and my memories arise of me laying in bed with my plushie, reading the second book in the series, which starts with Elios going to the bar where he sees his old captain Lemont, who has now lost all vigor and zest for life and spends his time drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

My heart beats wildly as I recall reading the part in the book that begins with Elios patting Lemont’s shoulder.

{“You can come back to work for me… we n ? —”

But Lemont shakes his hand off and bares straight white teeth at his old friend, despite the years of not taking care of himself.

“I would never work for the monster who murdered the woman I love in cold blood!”

“The woman you love?! You repeatedly denied her advances, publicly refused dances with her, stating she looked childish, and repeatedly refused to marry her when the Count practically begged on his knees with all the money in their coffers as her dowry! You cannot put this on me!”

“I…” Lemont pauses, looking for words. “I was foolish,” he cries.

“I was foolish… Katrina… I’m sorry, please…

if I had one more chance… please…” Elios just stands there, coldly watching his old friend bawl like a baby for a woman whose bones had long turned to ash.

There’s no getting through to him, so Elios left, returning home to his own wife Ula, with a bitter taste in his mouth. }