The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 241: Just the beginning

Chapter 241: Just the beginning

He didn’t want to stop even if this might make her hate him more. He had to remind her who she was, Abrielle Von Drakkar the wife of Cedric Von Drakkar. For too long he had been tolerating but no more.

She could try to reach out for Alfonso, but he would always drag her back, marking every part of her body inside out. She would scream and cry due to pain that would wreck her inside like she was already doing to him.

It will be the sweet pain he would make her addicted to. "Who are you?" He asked her after smacking her butt leaving a reddish mark he rubbed over, teasing her with the sparks. The spot was extra sensitive, and she loved the feeling so badly she was scared of herself.

The madness was getting into her, he was making her into something similar to him. Abrielle was still gritting her, biting on a pillow to hold back her moans. Those sweet sounds he loved so much.

He chuckled seeing she was still playing hard to get. "I wonder what you see in them, first Lucian now Alfonso. I am greedy and selfish, Abrielle I don’t like to share." He chimed, rubbing her butt before he smacked her again without any warning.

She groaned, biting down on the pillow. It felt good; she didn’t want to gratify him, knowing her rebellious slutty body enjoyed this kind of torture. She was going crazy and it was all his fault for making her this way.

"Answer the question, Abrielle," his voice was not mad; instead, he sounded excited, seeing how stubborn he was. It would be a pleasure breaking her. She shook her head, refusing to concede.

"Playing hard to get are we." He chimed, drawing his hand down. He teasingly drew sparks in between her thighs, little circles he continued higher until just below her flower.

Her breath hitched as he faintly grasped the surface; next, the pain struck again. She was not expecting this time; the pain mixed with sparks climbed up her stomach, making her fuzzy inside.

She gasped, screaming out his name, unable to hold her moan. "Cedric, Cedric." She repeated, trying to catch her breath.

"Wrong answer, ginger; I asked who you are and not who I am." He chimed then slapped her again. It left her breathless, the warmth in her stomach growing and her moans getting sweeter to hear. She was a delightful woman, he thought.

"Please, I can’t handle it; I am losing my mind." She begged, scratching the covers, and trying to hold something. He shrugged then smacked the same red spot again. "I already lost my mind."

She gave up, her back arched. She knew she was close. It would be embarrassing if she actually came on the pain he gave her. Why did he rub the spot, soothing the pain, only to smack her again once she had relaxed?

She moaned, her back arching and toes curling. "Abrielle," she answered shamelessly giving in. He won, she thought. Tears ran down her eyes, not because she was in pain but because she couldn’t handle the maddening pleasure he made her feel, which felt forbidden.

It was completely forbidden. "Wrong answers; think closely,. You know the answer," he said, leaning over to blow on her red butt. It was so cute; his member twisted and fought so badly within his slacks at the thought of entering her flower from behind.

The only place he had recognized as his home that gave him true warmth. "Let’s try this again, shall we? Who are you Abrielle Von Drakkar?" He asked her, addressing her with the Von Drakkar surname, giving her a hint.

This time she was shamelessly expecting him. He stopped blowing and then moved away. The breeze from the window blew across. She frowned slightly, "are you waiting for me?" She heard him ask. Her face went red and she shyly hid her face on the pillow.

He loved it when her slutty side took over. He genuinely smiled and next it came. She moaned very loudly. She wasn’t ashamed of anyone overhearing her.

Luckily, only Cedric was staying here, except for those who were lost or were looking for Cedric. Her shameless moans were only being heard by him. The walls were wrapped with soundproof magic.

She came down, releasing so heavily that all the built-up warmth in her stomach poured out. It was the best orgasm she had felt before. "Your wife," she gasped, her lungs being drained of air.

She raised her head, struggling to breathe. "That’s a good girl. You are my wife." He sneered, Cedric leaned down to kiss her red butt he was tormenting.

It was like his reward to her. He showered his little kiss. The redness reduced slowly until it completely disappeared. She was exasperated and breathless, her voice choked and eyes watery.

Her chest continued to heave trying to catch her breath. "You are wicked, " she cursed, gritting her teeth at him. He chuckled at her words.

"I had no idea the little ginger was so selfish with compliments. I made you have a breathtaking experience and this is what I get." He chuckled at her.

"It’s fine, you will get used to your wicked husband with time." He crawled off her leaving the bed. Abrielle signed a breath of relief thinking it was over.

She needed more; every part of her body cried for it, but she refused to give in. If she did she would be no different from those salvages.

How naive her thoughts are to think Cedric gave her a choice. He was going to force her to give in and enjoy it more than she could imagine.

She turned around grabbing the covers to cover up her body. Her grip on the covers tightened once her eyes fell on Cedric, who was casually shedding his clothes.

"There is no need to cover up, we are just starting. By the time I am done, you won’t be able to accept any flowers, and guess why?" He asked, his fingers gently unbuttoning his shirt.

"Why?" She asked, her throat was getting dry.

"That’s because you will be too sore and exhausted to move from the bed." Jealousy had driven him insane, and his wife was too blinded by a flimsy plot to realize that Cedric was not obsessed with Callista but with her.