The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 120: The devil’s slut

Chapter 120: The devil’s slut

Her mind was clouded; it seemed like he said something about this going to hurt her, but how did he expect her to hear that when he was gnawing on her nipples?

He was the one who was drugged, but she was also affected because why was she craving for more, knowing this was a devil’s trap? She wanted to close her legs and flee, but he was in between, forcing them to stay open.

She wanted to beg him to let her go, but how could she? The room smelled heavenly with the thick smell of scented oils filling the spring water in the pool. The mist clouding everywhere gave it a more erotic feel, but what drove Cedric to the edge more than aphrodisiac was her heated scent.

Was it strange he could perceive how turned on she was and it made him throb badly? It made him throb for her. He had to be the one to satisfy her. What was wrong with him? That was a question he always asked himself when he was her.

His little poison. His lips stopped just above her waist level that was in the water. He drew in a deep breath; the ache got worse, his nose close to the source that was driving him nuts. He bent over, lifting his up as his lips lapped her opening, sliding in.

Her breath hitched, and her hand grabbed the edge of the pool with his finger digging and scraping it. She raised her body subconsciously giving him more access to dig inside. What did she mean that she wanted to reject this? "Oh my, oh, oh." She could not even form words.

Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back. His mouth was hot, and those fiery breath drove her to the edge as he slid in languidly, forcing her to accept the desires that were coursing through her.

He started feasting on her, starting slowly as he bit and thrust while tugging on her folds with his tongue and teeth. It was painful when he bit her there despite knowing how turned on she was. He groaned at her entrance enjoying it more than he bargained for.

Her moans came out half-sounding like screaming. Her torture voice turned him on more and more. He increased his pace, making her cry in ecstasy. "Please, " she cried. "I can’t take it." But to him, what he heard was faster and more, and that was what he did.

He held her waist in place to give himself more access as he drew out more moans and pleasurable cries. The ceiling was above her but what she saw was the stars like she could grasp it in her hands. It was always so close but whenever she was about to grab it. He would deliberately withdraw or bite her making her crash back to the ground and the peak of the euphoria.

"So close," she moaned as she rode his tongue. There was so much it could do, but it could not reach all her spots no matter how she rocked her waist on her face.

He did set her folds on fire that cried and wept. "So good, why does it feel so good?" She literally cried, not knowing she was voicing out her thoughts as he clouded her mind entirely.

Her pleasurable moans gave him a sense of satisfaction and torture. His members grew each second; at this rate, he wasn’t sure they would fit. He felt a bit bad for her knowing she must take him in because there was no other place he would rather be than inside her.

Her stomach grew fuzzy as she shook slightly. Her nails dug into the floor, clawing for a release she didn’t know how to handle, they bled. Her sweet juice soon came flooding out into his mouth.

He was at the receiving end enjoying the fruit of his labour as he licked every drop like a precious elixir that he had to savour until she was completely dry.

"I guess both lips are equally addictive." He said hoarsely, still positioned at her entrance. His ticklish breath gave her faint sparks. The feeling of euphoria watched off slowly followed by a feeling of shame. She was embarrassed at how she acted even more desperate than him. She bit her lips, avoiding looking at that seductive face of his.

Cedric loamed over her, his gaze going to those abused lips of hers. "There is no need to be ashamed." He said but she refused to look back at him. He gripped her chin, forcing her to hold his gaze as his eyes drew her In. "You taste heavenly and you should know that." He drawled before sealing her lips wanting to share the sweetness of her inside still lingering in his mouth while his fingers trailing down her thighs to her opening.

He teased by brushing past before he inserted his digits and started working in. Swallowing her breath and moaning. He was rough, and fast. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe until her face was red.

His lips trailed down as he continued working up, building another release to her, while satisfying her peaked nipples he hasn’t served enough. Her torture of them so badly all she could do was trash under her begging for mercy, but did the devil ever grant that called mercy, so why should he?

He didn’t stop until her bosoms were filled with bite marks and red from his abuse. She was breathless, grinning and riding on his fingers pleasing herself that he didn’t have to move them. She did the work herself.

It was a beautiful sight. He could not help but chuckle as he chimed. "You are indeed my little slut." She was flushed and perfect. He loved it and didn’t want to share moments like this ever. Anyone who dared would meet their end.

Abrielle closed her eyes and her back arched. She was so close just a little bit more. The euphoria was about to kick which she was about to grab.

The devil would never change, how dare she get to her peak twice when she was torturing him with those sweet moans.

Cedric withdrew moving away. "Cedric no, please no!!" She cried, why did he have to withdraw? She glared at him. He didn’t mind her cute glare. He took a moment to enjoy the mess he made and how beautiful his work was, trailing every curve he had already traced and mapped to memories. Everything inch was his to worship.

"Cedric please don’t do this?" She begged seeing how far he was. He was equally burned and heated up in the inside, drawn so close to madness, but he wanted to torture her. "Then what do you want me to do Abrielle?" His voice drawled with a seductive tone.