The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 242: Drunk in lust

Chapter 242: Drunk in lust

The weather was chilly at night since it was early spring. The palace was bustling as the night lit with music. Everyone was having a merry time.

Alfonso was plagued by worry. Abrielle had disappeared from the banquet hall, but her carriage was still within the palace walls. He wondered where she disappeared.

Another noticeable observation was that Cedric skipped out on the celebration. Why did he have the bad feeling they were together? His mouth got bitter, wondering what a married man and woman could be doing.

Unfortunately, to him, his fears were true because things were about to get heated up. Abrielle’s breath was caught in her throat her legs pressed against each other. His words turned her on so badly. She was looking forward to the torture completely lost in their world.

She scoffed at him, "You are crazy. Why does the thought of torturing another make you excited?" She sneered at him. Clenching the covers tightly on her chest as her last shield.

She was not going to plunge into madness like him. She was not like him. She lied to herself over and over again. Yet her eyes could not look away from him for a second.

Cedric loved every second she stared at him, lost in the sight. He threw the shirt on the floor, then turned around to Walk towards a small table where a bottle of wine stood with a single glass.

He had been drowning himself in the alcohol, but it never worked, yet he enjoyed how the alcohol burned his throat. "Do you want a drink?" He asked sounding like a caring companion.

She scoffed at him again, curling up into a ball trying her best to protect herself under the covers, but it felt like his heated gaze could see through it. "I guess that means more for me." He commented pouring the wine into the glass. Her gaze was on his back, which was completely tattooed with beautiful ancient symbols, yet she could not recognize anyone.

No sane person could endure that much pain; she wondered how painful it might have been to get those tattoos. Cedric turned around to stare back at her, continuing his one-sided dialogue. "Enjoying the view, aren’t you? I understand the same sentiment. I enjoy the view before me." He shrugged leaning against the table.

He brought the glass to his luscious lips; he took a sip of the wine slowly at first but soon grew impatient, gulping down the entire cup. It burned his throat as he swallowed.

Cedric rolled his tongue over his lips. His gaze didn’t leave her once, watching every action. How she cowers, curling into a small ball while biting her lower lips.

She was trying so hard to control herself, too bad for her. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He wasn’t going to stop when she was enjoying it so badly it was ripping her from the inside.

He wondered if it was her ego or pride that made it so hard for her to admit that she also wanted it so badly. "You know it is pointless trying to cover up so badly when I have seen it all, touched it all and tasted every inch and I am about to do it all over again." He said brazen and unfiltered.

Her head shot at him. She was glaring so fiercely at him. Cute indeed, despite how heartless and wicked she was, his dear Aby still had a shy cute side. It was his favourite side, not that he hated the other side of her, though, despite how crazy she drove him.

"Be careful or your eyes might fall off." He nonchalantly said knowing fully well he was getting on her nerves. Cedric walked towards the bedside dropping the wine bottle on the side drawer alongside the glass

He filled the glass once again, the slurping sounds of the liquid echoing in the room. "Talk Aby; I don’t like the fact your lips are sealed except when you moan. Do I have to make you moan to hear your sweaty voice, little ginger?" He chimed, reaching out to touch her cheeks, then his thumb drew to her lips. He pried it open, forcing his way to her mouth.

Of course, she bit him, but his disgusting smirk still remained on his face. "Fiesty are we."

Abrielle closed her eyes, hissing, "Cedric, You are going to anger me to death."

He withdrew his hand and then unbuttoned his trousers while kicking off his shoes. "At least we have something in common. Why don’t you go ahead telling me how much you hate me?"

Cedric finally got rid of every clothing item he had, then loose the bun on his head, letting his hair pour. The monster was out and raging fully erected to scar her inside. She tried her best not to look at it.

No matter how many times she had seen it, it was still terrifying. "You are a freaking sadist to enjoy being cursed." She sneered trying her best to control her slutty mind from glancing down.

"It doesn’t matter as long as it is your lovely voice. It is a blessing either way the more you hate me." He was delusional. There was no escaping it.

How was Callista able to stand this jerk? Cedric pushed her back on the bed, pulling off the covers that hid him from seeing his little paradise. His smiles grew wide, and the candle lights slowly got dulled.

Her throat went dry as she lay helpless in front of a predator. She could feel his length on her stomach, his hands caging her under him. "What happened to your voice?" He taunted.

Cedric reached out for the glass of wine he pulled then took a long sip. Her eyes were stuck on him, watching every action. Those gold eyes wouldn’t let her look away.

Cedric bent over unable to back again. He captured her mouth forcing her mouth open. The wine in his mouth slipped into her mouth; why did the wine taste better than drinking from a cup? He forced her to swallow, continuing to ravage her mouth, drunk on the taste of her lips.

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