Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 111: Gentle crease

Chapter 111: Gentle crease

Lucian moved his head back, away from her tempting skin that made him act so completely unlike himself, and gazed at her glistening blue eyes that were now glaring murderously up at him. She was driving him crazy to the point he wanted to claim her whole—her body, her soul, and her being. He wanted her to himself so much that he would kill anyone if he had to, just to make her his alone.

When and where this possessiveness to claim her had begun, he had no idea. All he knew was that, suddenly, he wanted to keep her to himself and not let another man even glance her way.

When he had noticed Aaron leave the dining hall this morning after her, he hadn’t been able to control his annoyance and anger at the thought that, just like Selene had cheated on him with his brother, his Ave was about to do that with Aaron. He had found himself going after her and watching from a distance where she sat down with the Queen Mother of Chen and Aaron, while he blocked out whatever Madeline had been telling him, as she’d thought he was taking a stroll with her in the garden, which he hadn’t even given a damn about.

When Aaron had tucked the rose into her hair, it had taken the grace of heaven to stop him from reaching out and breaking the man’s arm or from killing him right there. He had been so mad he had walked away from Princess Madeline without a word and followed Ave here. He had wanted to scold her and warn her against being around anyone, but her bewitching eyes and scent had made him lose control of himself, and he’d let his desires take over.

Now that she was glaring murderously up at him, he knew without a doubt that she was angry at him, despite the fact that he could tell from her response to what he was doing earlier that she liked it. His gaze flicked toward her neck, where he had left a mark on her tender skin, and he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged his lips upward.

Raising his hand to move away the few stray strands of hair from her face, Ave flinched back and quickly swatted his hand away from her like she feared he was going to touch her again.

"Don’t even think about it, or I swear I will kick you hard in the crotch," she warned calmly, her hands balling up at her sides. She had been a fool to even allow him to go as far as to touch her earlier, not to mention the inappropriate way he had touched her. Though she had liked it, she would have to harden herself to make sure he wouldn’t repeat it again.

She wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him, nor was she supposed to allow any intimacy between them. Her mission hadn’t included her own feelings, but his toward his wife. What surprised her even more was how she was responding to his touch and how her treacherous heart and mind seemed to welcome him when she had never welcomed any male in her time.

Her body had been dead for so long since she was ten, since the day she had been forced by her own father to do things a girl her age wasn’t supposed to even know of, since the day he had made her... She shut her eyes to contain the emotions and rage coursing through her veins and body. Her body trembled internally from the memories and all colors drained from her skin.

Lucian noticed the expression on her face and how she had shut her eyes. Unable to help himself despite her warning not to touch her, he reached out and tenderly cupped her cheeks.

"Aveline, what’s wrong?" he asked in a gentle voice, like he was talking to a child, his thumb tenderly caressing her cheek. He could tell she was fighting some demons in her mind from how her face had paled all of a sudden and her breathing turned rough as she took deep breaths through her mouth and exhaled them through her nose. Had he gone too far with what he did earlier? He silently wondered as she looked sick.

Ave, on the other hand, was barely aware of his touch as she fought back the memories of her childhood that were breaking through the hole she had buried them in for years. They fought to break through and break her down like they always did in her earlier teen life, until she’d learned how not to feel or care about anything or anyone. She had liked herself that way until now. She didn’t want to feel; she didn’t want to let it out, nor did she want to let them go completely, as she had not made the person responsible pay yet.

She was still struggling to keep them at bay when she felt the gentle caress of Lucian’s thumb on her cheek and opened her eyes to find his face so close to hers, his brows drawn together as if he was worried while watching her face.

"What’s wrong?" She heard him ask gently as he used his fingers to rub her cheeks, as if to bring back the color she must have lost in them from her momentary tremor. He tenderly tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear as he said, "Tell me, my rebel, what’s wrong?" He coaxed as he stroked her hair, and Ave couldn’t help but find herself leaning into his touch, nor could she stop the tears that pricked her eyes.

"You are wrong," she glared at him as she moved away. "I don’t like to be touched, but you keep doing it," she exclaimed in frustration as she stepped away from him to put some distance between them so she could think rationally and not get distracted by him again or his tender touch.

Whatever the case, she wasn’t supposed to allow Lucian to keep a string over her body and make her respond like this all the time.

She had to make sure to set some boundaries from now on so he would know his place. The only relationship she could allow with him was friendship, and if he wouldn’t take that, perhaps it was time she began to avoid him while silently helping him achieve whatever goal would allow her to leave this world.

"I would have apologized to you, milady, for crossing the line if you hadn’t responded equally to my actions," he remarked, a displeased frown settling on his handsome face as he watched her put distance between them. He knew he shouldn’t have crossed the line, but the fact that she had been responsive to him had made him not stop. He hadn’t even gone as far as his treacherous mind had wanted to take their little intimate moment.

Ave scoffed angrily, "Yeah right, that’s because I couldn’t think with how you were touching me. But I’m telling you this now, if you don’t want to receive a kick from me next time, stay away. I can be nice and mad at times, and right now I am between the two." She warned as she glared at him with an expression she assumed was hard and angry enough to emphasize her words to keep him off, but she watched as a ghost of a smile graced his lips while he regarded her with amused, burning eyes.

"Your words are not enough to keep me off when I can see that you don’t mean them, Aveline," he uttered calmly, but when he saw that she was about to explode in anger, he assured her, "But don’t worry, I won’t touch you again if you don’t look like you want it. But for as long as you let it out that you want to be touched by me, I shall not hold back. I will see you in the evening." Saying this, he turned around and left her standing there, stunned and in disbelief.

But then, as if realizing his words at the end, she called out, "Don’t even think about coming to my room, because I won’t let you in. My door and windows will be locked!" She exclaimed, angry at how full of himself he was. When did she ever give away that she wanted to be touched by him? She didn’t want to be touched by him or anyone, and she would make sure to stay away from him and keep him away from her from now on.

That jerk is a danger to her plans and her body. The faster she found Selene’s diary or any spellbook to cast a spell to go back home, the sooner it would be for her.

With that thought in mind, Ave took a deep, calming breath to calm her scattered nerves that were all over the place because of the second prince, and after she was sure she was calm and collected enough to walk back the way she had come, Ave turned on her heels and began to walk back, as she needed a few distractions.

She walked down the quiet, polished corridors, making sure her mind wouldn’t wander back to what had happened between her and Lucian or the words he had whispered when he sucked on her skin. But despite her attempt to block out the words, they came back to her mind and played like a broken record:

’I want to bite you so bad, I want to join myself with you so hard and hear my name from your lips as I thrust into you, Aveline. What are you doing to me? You are driving me mad, so mad I want to lay with you right here, right now,’ he had whispered.

Recalling the words, Ave flushed to the roots of her hair and also felt her lower abdomen tighten until she became aware of the sticky wet sensation in the core of her inner thighs that made her momentarily stop in her tracks, as she’d never felt such a thing before until now. Though she didn’t know much about the sensation, she had a faint idea why it had occurred to her now, and she slapped her palm against her face so hard she yelped from the pain.

"You are disgusting, Ave, or is it Selene? Whoever among you is making me feel this way is disgusting." She cried into her palm in embarrassment at her body’s reaction. "Damn you, Lucian!" She cursed him as well, as she kept walking, wishing the ground would open and swallow her up completely so she wouldn’t have to meet Lucian or anybody else.

But as she was walking, indulged in her own misery with her palm covering her face, she felt something whoosh past her at such a speed that it left a chilly breeze behind, causing her to stop as the hairs on her body stood on end.

Ave’s head jerked away from her palm as she looked to see what it was, only to find the corridors empty and quiet, with the distant voices of the guests in the far away halls. She was the only one here, but suddenly it felt like she was being watched by someone. She could feel a presence, like she wasn’t alone, and felt her heart begin to pick up slowly—not because of Lucian, but from an unknown fear creeping up her spine.

The corridors dimmed as the windows in this part of the palace weren’t opened, and the eerie emptiness, with no guards, made alarm bells go off in her head.

"Aveline..."

She swirled around when she heard a breezy voice calling her name from behind and felt that same cold breeze brush past her. Seeing no one behind her and feeling the strange presence, Ave didn’t need to be told twice before she gathered her dress in her hands and began to run down the corridors, her heart beating so hard she thought it would rip out of her chest.