The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 140: Nowhere to run

Chapter 140: Nowhere to run

Her lips were still as poisonous as they were that night. He watched her catch her breath, her chest heaving softly. Just remembering that night she had to drink poison to feed it to him made her super embarrassed she averted her eyes.

She was really dumb and naive to have thought he could be taken out easily, completely forgetting the fact that Cedric had been poisoned in multiple situations.

"It does bring back memories. You don’t have to force yourself, just go to sleep. I am sure you will have a busy day tomorrow." She suggested. His eyes dulled, but she didn’t notice because she could not stare at his face for long before she did something stupid.

He sensed her hesitation; she was never fully willing, and he had to lure her in always. Cedric stood up, carrying her in his arms, Abrielle’s heart skipped a beat, scared he wanted to act on his desires. She wanted to fight it, but the look in his eyes made her swallow her words.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, slowly lowering her back against the mattress that sunk under her weight. Her eyes were wide in shock, he looked serious with his gaze hazy. There was a slight hint of anger in his eyes; she wondered if something happened to Callista. He wanted to vent to her.

She kept on trying to find a connection with Callista, not thinking about the possibility it might just do with something that was purely between them.

She was completely vulnerable under him, her ginger hair scattered all over the bed with her lips in between her teeth. He rather took them in his mouth; ever since she unsealed herself, her scent had gotten stronger. He wasn’t talking about the perfume but the subtle, sweet scent that lingered around her.

"Yeah, it reminds me of how you once accused me of being incapable. Now you just want to sleep." He chimed as he sneakily moved her dress up, stopping just above her bosom.

His throat burned as he swallowed, seeing the feast before him. Abrielle subconsciously wanted to shield her by pressing her legs together and crossing her arms over her breasts that could barely cover them.

He found it cute how she wanted to flee when she had nowhere to go. Cedric’s hand pried between her legs as he crawled in between. "There is nothing to hide, they are beautiful." He said, rubbing his bulge against her flower that was vulnerable before him without any coverage

She so wished her monthly visitor had come tonight. That was the only acceptable excuse for the mandatory night. Her voice gasped, feeling him against her innermost place. He loved breaking her resolve and boundaries as if he was telling her that her full resistance didn’t matter in the least way.

He snatched her hands-free from her full bosoms as he pinned them above her head. He delves into feasting on her peaks like a starved beast sucking and nibbling on them, alternatively letting her trash and squirm under him. He didn’t do anything else except overwhelm her and drive her to the edge.

He wasn’t forcing himself on her, but he felt intense. Her sharp moans filled the room as her eyes got blurry. Too overwhelmed, she didn’t know how to react. Cedric finally left her peak, giving her a break. His groins were killing him within his slacks, and her flower weeping endlessly on his trousers. That was the only thing parting them.

"Cedric," she gasped, trying her best to press her legs together. He was torturing her. She didn’t know why he always puzzled her with his actions. He licked the flame mark on her neck that had a subtle glow. He wondered if she knew that it glowed at times.

He kissed her neck, sucking it, fighting the urge to bite her again as a means to control the pain in his member that kept on twitching.

Abrielle felt helpless, letting him have his way. No matter what, she could never reject his advances the moment his mouth got on her skin. It was unnerving, like she had no control over the body that should be hers

Cedric slowly inched to her ears. "I am not the one incapable, but you are the one scared. You are not brave like your little Yuki. My dear wife is a scared little kitten." He drawled in her ears, withdrawing from her. His eyes drew to her flower, which was completely drenched. He slowly stroked it with his finger, feeling its wetness.

Her insides clenched with anticipation, but she didn’t see what happened next. He pulled her dress back on, deliberately brushing his hands against her excited peaks.

Cedric then rolled over to her side, leaning his head on his palm, a mischievous smirk quivering on his lips.

"There is no need to be scared; I am not a scum that doesn’t listen to his wife. We are going to sleep tonight. I had a long day, and tomorrow might be worse." He was an annoying jerk. Abrielle glared so hard it felt like her eyes might fall off. His smile grew wider, finding her actions amusing. It was always easy to make her eat her words.

He leaned over, placing a soft peck on her forehead before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close against his taunt chest. "Good night, scared kitten." He chimed, snuggling closer to him.

Abrielle was dumbfounded and so uncomfortable. How were they going to sleep in this condition? She might be able to ignore the forbidden heat that was still consuming her, and being so close wasn’t helping either, but he was in the worst situation. His heated bulge was against her butt.

Abrielle drew in a deep breath, barely able to speak. "How are you going to sleep with that issue in your groins?" She asked. She didn’t have any idea of the expression on his face all she heard was. "It isn’t the first time I had to sleep this way because of you. Don’t tell me you want to eat back your words." He scoffed, then added.

"Go to sleep, Abrielle," she bit her lower lip, she would sleep. She wasn’t the only one who would have to endure the torture. She hated this bastard; oh boy, she would not hesitate to kill him.

Cedric was messing with her conviction. Did he find her as a means of amusement?