The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 22: Morning seduction

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Chapter 22: Morning seduction

Abrielle’s cheeks were red and her body was getting heated up. What kind of trick question was that? Was he looking for an excuse to torture her? Why was he seducing her this early in the morning?

His strong masculine sandalwood and lavender mixed scent with a hint of wine was wrecking her nerves. She had to press her eyes together to control the ungodly sensation she was feeling. Cedric’s slender fingers were gradually crawling under her night garment that she instinctively closed her thighs trapping his hands in between his thighs.

"It is hard to know if you are handsome or not when there is a mask on your face at all times. Who knows the hideous scar you are trying to hide?" Her sharp tongue managed to retort while fighting the weird, sweet sensation he was making her feel. She felt that her words struck a string because according to her character design, Cedric is meant to have a hideous scar across his left eye

Cedric sat behind her on the bed, and his hands slipped out from in between her thighs as he pulled her closer to lean again, his hard chest and his face still buried in her neck.

His warm breath was fanning on her making her feel undone so easily without him doing much. She pressed her thighs more tightly together as a haggard breath left her lips.

"So you wish to see my face. As much as I want to indulge, you are aware that once you see my face, you will be so entranced that all you can think about is to go on your knees, waiting to take my member in your mouth." He said with a very subtle tone that was seductive nonetheless.

There was a sly thought in Abrielle’s head that wanted to say, ’ I don’t need to see your face to get on my knees.’ but she was not crazy to listen to that weird voice. Her breath hitched as her skin was sensitive to his touch. She felt his fingers slowly lift her night garment and trace her curves slowly up to her bosom, which was starting to ache.

The peak of her bosoms was so erect that it could be seen from her light garment. This bastard was the king of seduction himself, he was turning her damn on without doing much.

"Please it’s too early in the morning for this." She could barely say because she knew she had to stop him now before she ended up doing something she was going to regret.

"Too early for what?" Cedric acted oblivious like he didn’t know what he was doing. She was puzzled by his actions, and he was messing with her brain so early in the morning she could barely think straight. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He should be mad at her for trying to fool him with her little plot of switching places with Sarah. Those were all the crimes she thought Cedric was aware of. Unknown to her, he knew what was worse.

He was a difficult person to understand; his mood was unreadable and he could flip the switch at any time.

Abrielle’s throat went dry, and she quickly bit her lower lip between her teeth before an ungodly sound could escape. She shook her head refusing to say anything. She was getting aroused as her flower was weeping, but she had to clench it together to control the urge.

The warmth from his chest was against her skin; Cedric’s hand brushed against her erect nipples. This time, a sharp breath escaped her lips as her teeth dug into her lips and bled.

Cedric could not only feel her body getting heated up against his, but he could smell the beautiful scent of her arousal. It made him curious how long she would be able to hold back her voice from singing for him.

Her hands were gripping the covers so tightly with her toes still curled. She just couldn’t fathom the reasons for his actions.

"Cedric please don’t." She used all her willpower to form those words. Her pleas only made his smile widen. He moved away from her neck to whisper into her ears so sweetly."What exactly do you want me to stop doing?" He asked her, then his wicked fingers pinched her erect nipples. She couldn’t hold her sweet moans anymore. They came out like a cry.

It was so loud. Abrielle immediately felt ashamed. He was the worst; this was a plain bully. She wanted to glare at him so badly, oh boy she was already fantasizing and thrusting a sword through his heart.

She hated him down to her deepest being, but her body was just rebellious with a different mind of its own. He didn’t shower her with kisses but just touched her. In between her thighs were just damn sticky and wet.

Cedric’s eyes darkened on hearing her moan. It was a lovely sound to hear, but it felt like torture to his ears. He took a sharp inhale to get his thoughts together.

Cedric’s left hand left her nipple and went down to her thighs to pry it open. The cold air touched her down on her core and she felt like crying. Cedric’s hand roamed around her silky wet thigh, and he was truly amused.

His hand was creeping upwards to her core, and her heart raced with anticipation and fear at what he might do soon. Her breath hitched, and she struggled to breathe when he bit her lightly on her ear tips and then tugged her panties that were soaked with her juices. Evidence of her arousal.

"You are soaking wet. Did you want me to stop? Sorry, this husband of yours doesn’t won’t know what you want unless you say it with your lips." The scummy bastard whispered into her ears. She was not seeing his face right now but she was sure he had a cheesy grin on his face.

Abrielle was trying to control the need that was building up in her despite being next to the demon of seduction. She dared not call this devil a god. When another sharp cry escaped her lips as Cedric’s palm struck her flower that was clenching and releasing due to the need inside she dared not voice out her hidden desire.

A low growl reverberated from Cedric’s throat; Abrielle was expecting a cheesy statement from him next, but what he said next... Cedric suddenly pulled her hair back, turning her to face him; the cheesy smile on his face was gone. His face was stoic, with his cold eyes staring keenly at her. She felt her entire being shake. He had flipped the switch.

"Why did you swap clothes with the maid and end up in the hands of traffickers? Your answer better be convincing because my patience is very thin right now, your holiness." Abrielle trembled with fear; he was addressing her with her old title. Her throat went dry as she nervously gulped. His storming eyes said it all: he was mad.