The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 217: She made him that way

Chapter 217: She made him that way

The next went by slowly. Cedric eventually slept off with his unattended business.

The chirping sound of birds was like a natural alarm for Abrielle who woke up as soon as the first light struck her body. Her head was blurry and dazed while she felt her body held by a pair of strong arms. She didn’t overreact because she was still processing things.

The room she was in felt strange and a bit unrecognizable, but none of these were her biggest concerns. She felt something even more odd, she could swear something poking her from behind.

She felt the person behind her move in his sleep putting her in a more uncomfortable position where his business was poking her butt hole. This was an excellent way to be woken; hell no, she was just being sarcastic.

Soon, everything snapped together, she had agreed to spend the night in Cedric’s room, and weirdly enough, he cuddled her body the entire night despite having unfinished business.

Her first instinct was to flee from this point, only if she could break his hold on her stomach, which felt like chains holding her in place. It was so unfair how much disparity they had in strength.

"Stop wiggling around, I am trying to sleep." She heard him grumble from behind her. Her actions had woken him up. Abrielle pursed her lips, "You are poking me from behind; it is uncomfortable for me." She said,

"I know but it is more comfortable this way for me." He admitted and her jaw dropped. He was deliberately targeting her back.

"It’s too early this morning for this, I need to get ready for my appointment. The physician will be here any moment from now." Abrielle tried her best not to overreact. Despite his reluctance to let go, he knew her treatment was more important.

"Good morning," he muttered, his voice sounding particularly deeper this morning. It was on rare occasions she shared the bed with Cedric, Abrielle was a bit startled by his morning voice that was deeper and a bit grumpy yet had a seductive undertone

Everything he did gave out pheromones. She sexualized her characters a bit too much; it wasn’t a bad thing in her head, but experiencing it first-hand felt strange. She was a bit turned on. "Good morning, sorry I didn’t mention it earlier." She replied. Cedric released her waist; immediately, her freedom was granted, and she bolted for the door.

"That is the wrong direction, you should have your bath first. Technically it will be counted as a mandatory night together." Cedric made a bit of an odd comment that made her stop in her tracks.

That was true, but why did she have to get ready for the morning here? From her memory, Cedric left her room immediately when it was dawn the last time. She turned around to see him seated on the bed with a brow arched at her in a questioning manner.

"Why does it feel like I am being taken advantage of?" She mentioned, narrowing her eyes at him. "Do you feel like you are being taken advantage of? Did I touch you in any way considered inappropriate?" He questioned her; she did not have an argument except for the fact his hardened member was at her butt.

Cedric got off the bed; he gave her a fleeting look before walking away in the direction of the bathhouse. He knew she would come over.

Abrielle, on the other hand, was being disturbed by the humongous bulge stretching in his trousers and was genuinely concerned about how he was able to sleep with such discomfort.

She sighed in defeat following behind him. It was just one morning, so it wasn’t a big deal to spend the night here, but honestly, she found Cedric’s actions odd today.

If she didn’t know better, she would think that the heartless villain was starting to have feelings for her, which would be a bad joke considering how their dynamics had been lately. In the end, she came up with the conclusion that he was just interested in her body. After all, he had to get it from someone since Callista was unavailable.

The doors to the bathhouse were left ajar; Abrielle made her way inside the room. The hot springs were being supplied by an actual hot spring on the castle grounds which Abrielle was curious to visit one day but unfortunately had no idea where it was

Her room was filled with steam, and the scent of herbs and flowers filled the air with wash products. Her eyes naturally went to the pool to find Cedric but he wasn’t there

Her brows noted together wondering where he was until she heard him. "How long are you going to stand there? I don’t like to be kept waiting." She heard an annoyed voice complain. Someone was especially grumpy today.

Her eyes followed the direction of the voice to a far corner of the large room. The bathhouse was actually the largest room in Cedric’s quarters.

It was like a mini bathroom in the bathhouse used to wash up before stepping into the hot pool. She quickly drew her eyes away. Jeez, he should have given her a heads-up. He was stark naked.

She took a moment to calm her chaotic heartbeat before approaching Cedric. He was seated on a stool with his back facing her.

She heard him grunt, his voice sounding a bit raspy, piquing her curiosity about what he was doing, but at least her question was answered.

Her throat went dry, as she stood struck behind him. His hair was drenched with water that trickled down his body. Cedric’s eyes were closed while he continued making incoherent sounds.

Cedric opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. "Are you waiting for a special invitation dear Abby?" He asked her with a low baritone; Abrielle did her best to avoid looking down at the sight that was on display for her. "You expect me to give you a hand." She nervously said, a faint red stain on her cheeks.

"Do you expect me to get a maid to give me a hand instead of my wife?" His words were cut. "Abrielle," he hissed as his member twitched in his hold. Abrielle pressed her legs together, she couldn’t look away now as if she was spellbound to watch him stroke his hardened member.