The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 122: A true monster

Chapter 122: A true monster

She clung onto him trying to catch her breath. All the air in her lungs had already been knocked out completely.

His eyes were on her, enjoying the way she was completely wasted because of him, but it was far from over. Although he had his release, his inside was still on fire, demanding more from him. They were still merged into each other.

Abrielle’s eyes popped out when she felt him start to get hard on him. "It’s far from over." He whispered into her ears, it sounded like a curse she could not escape from. His grip was still firm on her waist; he walked out of the water, not ready to part with her warm inside.

The door was pushed open; he made his way to his bedroom in his chambers. This was the first time Abrielle was coming in here but she was too overwhelmed by Cedric to note anything about the room.

Her back sank into the soft mattress he laid her on before climbing over, their bodies both covered with water drops. Her ginger hair was completely soaked and looked redder under the faint glow of the candles lights and set sun rays that lit the room

It was already evening, and the sun was already going down the horizon; Cedric knew it was going to be a long night. He just hoped she would not collapse on him. "Don’t die on me, Abrielle; I am just starting to get addicted." He whispered sweetly but it felt like he was taking to the air because she didn’t hear anything and was just staring blankly at him.

He crooked his face on her neck, licking the flame mark as he started to worship her body again. He drove her to the farthest end, playing with her; her painful moans and cries were the sweetest things to his ears. He was unrestrained like a beast let loose, and she was the last restraint holding him down to his humanity.

Luckily Cedric had a large chamber that was empty because Elias knew his master needed all the privacy he could get. No one needed to know how the monster tortured his wife.

Abrielle’s body eventually gave out after a couple more times, he was too much for her. Even when he wanted to stop he could not bring himself to. It felt like he wanted to drain and suck her of every essence. He was truly a monster as described.

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It was very dark by the time he finally stopped and she had collapsed from exhaustion long ago. He fell back on the bed trying to get himself to calm down. He turned to the side to stare at her body while she slept.

His heart felt like it was stabbed by several daggers seeing the condition she was in. He kind of understood why she resented him; he always went overboard, whether it was when he was angry or excited, and she was at the receiving end of it.

Compared to the marks on her body, the scratches on his skin when her nails dug into it were nothing. "I am sorry," he muttered, although he knew she didn’t hear a word he said. His jaw clenched as he stood up, someone was going to pay for this as an even grin played on his lips.

Cedric bent over to gather her frail body in his arms, he was truly selfish and didn’t think about her. It wasn’t completely his fault because he was driven by the influence, but he let himself consume her, knowing fully well he would not be able to control himself. He should have sent her out.

He could never be in control when it came to her, the one person that made him always lose his reasoning. He carried her to the bathhouse to get her clean. She was covered in sweat and a bit of blood from his little bite marks, not to forget his seeds and saliva that was all over her.

He truly looked like she was ravaged by a monster which was him. He dipped her inside the water and started to clean her body with the washcloth and other scented soaps and oil. He was gentle with his actions; the more he cleaned her, the more guilty he felt, but the crazy part was that he could not swear that this would not repeat itself again, even without the effect of an aphrodisiac.

Just her existence was the strongest one he had met. Glancing over from her burst lips and her tormented bruised nipples. Even in this state, she was, he was still compelled to her; his member twitched. "Get your thoughts together," he hissed at himself, who still wanted to plunge himself into her.

He swallowed hard, controlling himself the best he could. "You know you can’t, this is what happens when you disobey. She isn’t the one for you, and if you don’t let go, you will only ruin her. You should have gone to someone stronger like Callista or bled yourself but yet your selfishness brought you to her." The voice came back.

He tried to shut it out, but it was persistent tonight. Rather, it seemed angry at him. He knew those were not his thoughts and never understood why the voices kept on bothering him. "Ignoring the truth won’t change the fact she is your nemesis you are meant to get rid of. See how pathetic she made you. You don’t even have control of yourself." It scoffed.

Cedric shut his eyes, trying to shut it off; the last thing he needed were voices saying trash in his head. He also cleaned himself quickly before taking her to the bedroom where he started treating her surface injuries he could. He knew her insides were badly injured and could already imagine the curses she would rain on him when she woke up.

After he was done, he wrapped her with the covers and then got up to quickly change it to something simple. "Sleep tight," Cedric whispered, placing a peck on her forehead before leaving the room and then his chambers.

At the main entrance, he spotted Elias, who was waiting for him. As soon as Cedric stepped out through the doors, a punch came at Elias, which he couldn’t dodge, and he stumbled a few steps back. "Why did you bring her over?" He snapped at Elias; he never instructed Elias to bring Abrielle, knowing what he was capable of.

Elias wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips; even though Cedric was mad at him for his actions, he didn’t regret it one bit. "You kept one calling her name, so I assumed you needed her, but your head was too clouded. Despite that, you needed a woman, or did you prefer I had brought someone else." Elias retorted, causing Cedric’s jaw to clench.

Although he didn’t explicitly mention that Abrielle should be brought to him, his actions said otherwise. He even tried to please himself while calling her name and picturing her face but it didn’t work. The thought of even getting intimate with other women was even more disgusting.

"Make sure to find who is behind it." He ordered, he was pissed at himself just thinking about the state Abrielle was in. He just used the excuse that there wasn’t another way.

"I will, Should I send maids to assist the princess," Elias asked. "Just send some food and a change of clothes. I will handle the rest." Cedric opposed the idea, he didn’t want anyone else seeing her in that condition.