The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 240: Love your cries

Chapter 240: Love your cries

Teleportation, she had no idea he was capable of doing that but her head was in chaos to care.

It was a beautiful room, but it seemed like a torture chamber as she watched that wicked smirk on his face. The sword fell on the floor making sharp clanking sounds.

He tilted his head, "are you scared?" He asked her. Abrielle gritted her teeth. Was that a trick question? She was more than scared. Terrified by him.

"I am sorry for bothering you. Let me leave. After all, Callista will be here soon," she answered, being mindful of her words.

"That wasn’t the question I asked Abrielle," he sharply answered, pulling off the black gloves on his hand. He tossed it away before climbing over the bed.

She slowly crawled over her like a predator. "Dear little ginger, are you scared of the man before you? The man you failed to run away from?" He asked her, his voice drawing. She inched away until there was nowhere left to run. Her back against the headboard.

"You are scaring me, Cedric," she whimpered, his frame cowering her. Cedric reached out for her face, but she flinched, turning her face to the side. Sparks lit as he traced his finger down her cheeks before grabbing a lock of her hair and twirling in his finger.

"How delightful it is to hear you are scared of the man you married because of a bit of blood. That is nothing, Abrielle. I would not even count it as a glimpse of the true demon I am." He chuckled; as sweet as it sounded, it still made her shake on the inside. He brought her hair to his nostrils, sniffing it like the most intoxicating scent.

"Your fear entices me Abrielle. I am so hopeless that it actually turns me on. Glare at me, my dear. Hit me and glare all you want, it only makes this fun." He chimed. Her throat went dry; he was scary, but why did her inside clench hearing such words?

A smile graced his lips; he leaned forward, rubbing his nose on her neck, the sparks jolting through her skin as she gasped for air. Her hands grabbed the sheets under her. "Stop, please stop." She begged her, but he ignored her pleas, which were interrupted by a short scream when she felt him bite her neck.

"I can’t stop, I want to hear you scream more. You were the one who came here, remember." His voice was close to her ears, his ticklish breath fanning on her skin.

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"I am sorry, I was just worried why you didn’t show up for the banquet." She answered, trying her best to breathe. His slight actions were wrecking her

She still had adrenaline pumped through her vessels making her extra sensitive. How did things suddenly change to this?

"Worried, you were worried about me. It sounds like a dream to know my wife was worried about me. It excites me, Abrielle; please tell me how worried you were. Let me choke you with my member that wants to kiss your mouth." Her breath hitched, and she pressed her legs together, which were starting to pulsate with need.

Cedric was losing his shit, "how can you say that?" She snapped at him. "Why can’t I say what I feel like to you? At least I deserve a reward for saving you." He chimed, his eyes trailing down her collarbone to her cleavage. He acted like he wasn’t at fault for ignoring her earlier.

It was beautiful, Cedric gritted his teeth, knowing a lot of people must have gotten a glimpse, and that bastard whose corpse was littered on the floor had a good look. He wanted to go back and rip his corpse to shreds.

"This dress is beautiful but it stands as a nuisance." He chimed followed by the tearing sounds of fabrics. He was ripping her dress apart with his bare hand.

He was a psycho that had lost it. He was mad, even after going on a hunting spree to quell his anger then the source came knocking at his door. He wanted to pour it all on her, stamp it on her brain.

Her eyes shot out, lost for words. She stared blankly at him, too stunned to scream, until her complete dress was ripped off, leaving her in a layer of underwear. Abrielle had already kicked off her shoes while struggling to break free

"It’s annoying why you have to wear so many layers," Cedric said snapping her from a daze. Her eyes narrowed, and she pressed her hands against his chest trying to push him off but he didn’t budge

"What are you doing? Get off me Cedric." She screamed at him drumming against his hard chest she could compare to a wall. He didn’t stop her; his hands were too busy expertly getting rid of her numerous layers of clothing.

It was super annoying. He had to get rid of so much. Her blows were nothing he could worry about. Instead, he loved how she struggled, knowing she was not going to win or break down.

"Just settle down a bit; it is hard to undress you when you squirm around so much. I know you are excited but every good thing takes time. Soon the wait would be worth it." He said flipping her over to her face, his hand losing all the various knots.

Her eyes watered, she felt violated by his touch. "You are a monster, Cedric, and even worse, a demon." She cursed him, gritting her teeth, her voice being muffled out by the pillow.

He smiled and grew wider, "Please sing my praises. I am the demon. You can’t escape the punishment for your evil deeds", he chimed successfully, getting rid of his corset and a majority of the other restrictions.

She was slightly relieved to be out of the tight corset, but the fear grew deeper, knowing he was not going to stop soon. Cedric didn’t bother to pull off the remaining fabric whose linen he could easily rip.

That he did. Like a monster and maniac, he ripped off every piece of clothing, leaving her completely bare and exposed. He smiled seeing her beautiful round butt before him.

He gripped it, and another jolt of sparks she should not be enjoying spread around her body. Releasing it, he smacked her butt, she screamed, but it wasn’t in pain but ecstasy as her scream turned into a beautiful moan that drove him nuts.