The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 249: Long soak

Chapter 249: Long soak

After rolling up his sleeves, he was looking alluring. Abrielle’s mind could not help but think dirty thoughts remembering how he made her release by just smacking her butt.

She needed her to get help to have been turned on by such violence. Her cheeks are red at the thought, her eyes on his sinfully handsome face. Cedric gave her a look, saying, what are you thinking of? His brow was arched at her.

"I prefer you have the mask on," Abrielle stated for her own good. Cedric’s confusion turned into a smirk. He leaned towards her face their nose almost brushing against him.

"Are you scared? You will shamelessly drool at my face, or is it worse?" He teased her, her cheeks going red. It was times like this when Abrielle desperately reminded herself that he was a forbidden fruit.

Which heart could stand such a face teasing it? A mischievous thought even popped into her head to bite his lips. She dared not so that knowing Cedric would enjoy it more and her body would pay the consequences.

She averted her eyes, turning her back against him, and she curled up, hugging her legs. She was determined not to look at his face; her heart could not handle it.

Abrielle’s shoulders stiffened when she heard his laugh. Her lips pursed into a straight line. What was so hilarious? She wondered.

"There is no need to be shy. You are the only one with an exclusive right to stare at as long as you want, but I guess you don’t trust yourself much." Cedric’s voice came from behind her whispering into her ears.

She huffed at him; goosebumps trickling on her skin at spots his breath touched. Being in cold water was not even helping her.

"Quit playing around I don’t have all day." Cedric sneered at her lack of response. He drew in a deep breath to get his thoughts straight finding it difficult to watch her naked body

He had to remind himself that she had already handled enough. "No matter what I did, I can’t bear cold water. I will catch a cold." Abrielle said with a pout, hugging her chest as she slightly shivered. "Don’t worry, I will make sure the cold doesn’t bother you." He chimed his eyes drawing down to the inside of the clear water.

His gaze was drawn down her collarbone. Abrielle felt completely exposed before him. Cedric placed his hand in the cold water. It was actually warm when it was brought in but Abrielle was asleep then.

Cedric started to stir the water slowly, and the temperature gradually rose. He was heating it up. "Tell me when it gets to your preferred temperature." He instructed.

Abrielle nodded, her eyes on Cedric’s whose attention was on the water. Soon, the steam started to rise; the warm water was super relaxing. It helped her aching muscles to relax.

"It’s perfect," she purred lost in the pleasure she felt from the water. Cedric stopped; he glanced at Abrielle, who was finally relaxed but still subconsciously covering her chest region. He had mapped the curves to his memory. He found it amusing that she was still acting shy.

Cedric hummed, then got up. He started making the bath by adding several scented oils and fragrance wash soap. Abrielle found it odd he knew how to do this like he had cared for a lady before.

After making the water lathe, Abrielle finally relaxed sinking into the water. She knew Cedric would not be able to see her naked body under all the bubbles. Its fresh aroma and scent fill the air. A perfect mix of herbs and flowers.

"Lean back a bit," he instructed her from behind and she did as instructed. Abrielle felt water being poured over her hair; thankfully, it was not cold.

Cedric’s fingers then started to massage her skull as he added some soap to her hair. His actions were very soft and skilled. Abrielle could swear he was better than the maids at this.

She relaxed under his care completely she didn’t know when she fell asleep under his care. Cedric took his time to wash her, starting with her hair, before he moved to her body.

His eyes inspected the evidence of his hard work from yesterday. A smirk on his lips. He would have preferred it if she was awake to watch him. That way, he could see her shy expression.

A faint sound akin to a moan escaped her lips when he started washing her front after he was done with the back. He exercised his greatest control to knead those bosoms that were calling out for him.

Cedric diligently continued, also using a little healing magic on areas he found out were bruised, like in between her thighs. He could not resist the temptation when his hand got close to her clit.

His fingers brushed against it, Abrielle shuddered her eyes snapped open, her eyes cleared from sleep. "What are you doing?" She whined, her voice breaking when she felt his finger go into her clit. Her toes curled, and she bit her lips.

"Helping you," he shamelessly said while taking advantage of her. Her legs were too weak to even close. "You don’t have to that, I can do it myself." She argued at him finding it hard to concentrate while he was languidly stroking her inside.

"There is no need to bother, you are very exhausted. Let me serve you this morning. Just relax and enjoy the bath, this will help with the sore." He shamelessly said. Who could this help? Oddly, she wasn’t feeling sore anymore.

She was helpless in its hands. It felt like Cedric had more control over her body than her. "You are taking advantage of me, Cedric." She stated as a matter of fact.

"Am I?" He chimed, moving miserable slowly in her. "All I am doing is to clean you thoroughly dear." He made a silly excuse; even in a tub, Abrielle felt herself getting wet and hornier due to his slow motion.

She swallowed hard, her throat going dry. She was tempted to rock herself against his slow fingers, but that would take away every pride she had left; she was enjoying it and being tortured by it. Cedric was the true devil to make her crave something yet won’t give her.

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