The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 218: Morning chore

Chapter 218: Morning chore

Abrielle never knew she could be so turned on without a finger being laid on her. Her breath slowed with her fingers curling. She should not be looking but it was so hard to turn away.

Whenever she had a glimpse of his member, it always left her dumbfounded hold it could fit. The honest truth was that she could barely fit him. Her cheeks turned red as a slight thought got to her head. He was probably like this due to how she imagined him.

Her seemingly not-so-innocent mind strayed to wonder how large Lucian was. He was the male lead and would not lose to the second male lead or, rather, the villain of the story. The plot was so complicated that, at times, Hazel was stunned at how her not-so-smart mind could create it.

Cedric groaned, closing his eyes; why did she have to look at him with that hungry gaze? She was driving him crazy, but he doesn’t regret it. He wondered how dirty her mind might be behind those shy red cheeks.

"I can see you enjoy the view so much, Abby," he commented, his voice hoarse. She wondered how he was enjoying it with his callous hands and just soap. Her cheeks were so red she was forced to avert her eyes while she shyly stood in place, pressing her legs together.

"You know this is your fault," he pointed out, earning him a glare from his presuming shy wife who hid her dirty mind.." it isn’t. I suggested using the guest room, but you insisted." She argued, her eyes almost popping out.

If not for the fact his member was killing him he would have had a hearty laugh due to her reaction. "It still doesn’t change the truth. Take responsibility Abrielle." He said as calmly as he could. Abrielle was still stunned at the idea, but his next words, more like a threat, got her to straighten her act.

"It is either you give me a hand, or you prefer being laid back on the hard floor and made to scream out in ecstasy till your voice goes hoarse. Personally, I prefer the latter, but it is still your call." He calmly said but she knew he meant everything he said. This despicable man, she gave him a stiff smile.

What kind of woman would the maids see her as when they overhear such a scene? Although personally, a part of her didn’t see it as a bad thing, that was just the slutty side that didn’t mind being penetrated and touched in ways she could not describe by a literal psycho.

The more logical part of her brain knew the kind of rumour it might cause plus she had an appointment later on today. Why Is the forbidden food always the most enticing?

Reluctantly she took a few steps to his front, a smirk hanging on his lips after successfully coercing her to do this. ’ You can do this; there is no attachment. You think of it as a mission to save yourself.’ She encouraged herself.

Cedric was seated on a stool so she had to get down. His hands were still clasping his member, her lips parted as her breath hitched. "I have never done this before," it wasn’t a lie. Was it embarrassing that a twenty-year-old from a contemporary time hadn’t done a hand job before?

Obviously, a sheltered daughter like Abrielle had never done it before, but Hazel did have an idea from those numerous romance novels she reads for inspiration.

"I will teach you what to do." He said, sounding like a proud teacher. Abrielle grabbed him and felt his little monster twitch in her hands. He wasn’t little at all; her eyes widened, feeling his girth in her palms.

Tempted, she squeezed him a bit, causing Cedric to his. "Someone is being mischievous." He could barely say. He had imagined her holding him this way, it was better than he pictured it. Her hands were extremely soft, although he still preferred her tight insides the most.

"Sorry," she muttered. She felt him pulsate in her hold. "Not too tight," he instructed, placing his larger hands over her smaller ones. "Just follow my movements, you will be fine." His voice grew tender. Never in Abrielle’s life did she think that the cold-hearted villain would teach her how to stroke his hardened member properly to give him pleasure, but she did.

She was a bit too into the session, Cedric was truly amused at how her eyes never left his member the entire time. He continued to guide slowly at first then slowly picked up the pace. She was mischievous, gripping him at odd intervals, leaving him breathless.

"That’s right, just like that...Abri....you little vix..." She was killing him with her hands. If he died at this moment, he would have no regrets. "Faster dear...faster like a wolf is chasing him." He urged still leading. She increased the pace, enjoying how she was wrecking him.

It was more enjoyable than what Abrielle thought. It didn’t seem like a chore. Cedric wasn’t reserved at all, he did not care if anyone was close by. All that mattered to him was his little ginger that was having fun with his member.

Abrielle deliberately pinched his tip, not feeling satisfied from the slow torture she gave him when she held him a bit too tight. He gritted his teeth, almost glaring at her, which made her chuckle. Her unreversed laugh was soft and the only thing that had a sweeter sound than her moans.

Her eyes were sparkling and he was lost for a moment...

At last, all good things have to end; he grew thicker slowly, and she could barely clasp him. Her mouth fell agape finally realized why it always felt like he was ripping her inside because he actually was.

Without any warning, he groaned, his voice very hoarse and the next thing the poor princess knew she was shot on her face and breast with a jet of his seeds.

Some got into her mouth, then drenched the top region of the nightgown she was still wearing. His breath was heavy, "that was perfect for a first try." Complimented her. Dumbfounded by the sudden compliment, Cedric grabbed her head pulling her in to capture her lips.