The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 215: Please don’t

Chapter 215: Please don’t

The room got more steamy; this was not her intention of being there. She hadn’t gotten the chance to ask the questions in her mind. She almost forgot the reason she was here once his tongue started to tease her endlessly. Whenever her bare skin felt his touch, sparks erupt. These sparks got stronger the longer he touched her.

"Ced...ah, please..." Her words couldn’t form properly; she trashed under him. "Mmm, what is it dear?" He hummed, his breath skittered over her sensitive nipples that were erect and covered with his saliva.

She glared at him, her tongue quickly licking her lips. It made her seem more alluring to him. His gaze slowly glided down her frame. He could not help but admire his work.

"You just got back from a long journey and should rest, you should not..." Her words rolled back up as her breath hitched. His hands slowly inched up between her thighs. His movements were slow, her insides clenched with an anticipation that should not be there. The sparks that came with his touch were overloading her senses.

"You were saying something," he chimed, acting like he had no idea what he was deliberately doing. Just at that moment, his fingers graced her panties, which were getting wet with her juices. She wasn’t wet enough, he was sure it would not take long.

She took in a deep breath cursing her slutty body. She was trying so hard now to think straight, but the thought of naughty things was bugging her mind. It was like her brain was forgetting how much of an asshole he was.

"Cedric, not tonight, you should take a break." She mustered all her will, almost biting her lips till they bled. She secretly wanted it to but not tonight.

"I don’t feel tired in the slightest way," he said, which was true. He didn’t feel tired like he felt a couple of hours ago. He was drawing soothing circles between her thighs that were starting to get sticky due to the wetness in between her legs.

"I am sure you are not, but please."

He paused, hearing the word, please. It was like a pail of cold water was poured over him. He withdrew, a low groan leaving his lips. She secretly cried inside, immediately missing the sparks, but she could not listen to her slutty body.

Cedric brushed his hair scattered across his face with his fingers while his gaze lingered on her.

She looked completely disoriented. He actually stopped, she didn’t think it would be that easy to get the horny devil to stop.

Cedric got up from the bed; the obvious bulge that was trapped within his slacks spoke of how much displeasure it was for him to stop mid-way.

Abrielle bit her cheeks; she was lying face down on the soft king-size bed. Her eyes followed him, watching his back; it wasn’t every time she got to admire this sinfully gorgeous monster.

The full-back tattoos on his back she hadn’t seen in a while made him hotter, and the way those muscles flexed. This was not the best time to be in the presence of a shirtless Cedric.

Her body still secretly craved a touch only he could give. He got to a table where a jug of water was kept. Cedric poured a glass into a clean cup kept by the side.

Abrielle’s throat went dry just watching him pour a glass of water. He seemed domesticated and yet so sexy to see a big man do something so simple. She wanted to drink but wasn’t sure if it was water.

Cedric filled the cup and then turned around, leaning against the table. He brought the cup close to his lips to drink his water slowly. It was not an innocent action because why were his eyes staring keenly at her while he drank from the glass as if saying he would rather drink the juices from her flower?

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up slowly. She pressed her legs together, her gaze getting heated up. Cedric felt his member twitch painfully within his trousers, begging desperately to be freed.

This was pure torture. He finished his glass of water, then his lips slowly rolled over his lower lips before he turned his back against her again.

Watching his back she was curious why he didn’t tattoo any other part of his body. Cedric reached out for the jug to pour another glass. She guessed he was superheated to needed two cups to quell the heat that burned his skin

But his not-so-innocent actions were messing with her body badly. The water made slurpy sounds as it was poured until it stopped. Cedric grabbed the glass, the same one he drank from. "You can sit up; I barely did anything to make your legs weak, although I don’t mind doing more." He casually commented.

Actually, she did what she could do best: glare at him. Her eyes popped out so cutely, and a gentle smile graced his lips. If only it was so easy. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to sit up.

He walked towards the bed taking a seat by her side. He took a small sip from the glass before glancing at her. "I am sure you are thirsty for the amount of times you have swallowed." He offered the glass.

"From the same glass," she pointed out. Cedric’s brow arched. "Is there anything wrong with that, or do you prefer drinking from my mouth? That method is more enjoyable for sure."

He was flirting with her, and Abrielle’s cheeks went red hearing him. "The glass is fine." She nervously blurted accepting the glass.

His gaze didn’t leave her watching her drink from the glass. His gaze was intently watching her lips. He badly wanted in between his teeth while sucking and nibbling it.

"Thank you," Abrielle said, barely finishing her glass of water. Her words interrupted his thoughts. "It’s nothing. You said you had a reason for gracing my room with your presence or do you plan on spending the night here after making a mess of your room?" He asked, distracting himself from the thoughts in his head.

Why did she come here in the first place? Abrielle wondered, seeming to forget her purpose for coming to the devil’s chambers.

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