Chapter 119: Steamy room

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Chapter 119 of "The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband" starts the action: Chapter 119: Steamy room The room was filled with steam that reached the roof, making it... Find out what happens!

Chapter 119: Steamy room The room was filled with steam that reached the roof, making it hard to see, and filled with the scent of lavender-scented oil and roses. It was steamy and hot, his lips ignited something in Abrielle. Something forbidden, she had thought she wanted to voice out but he had successfully clouded her thoughts. His towering body pressed against her, and God he smelled divine. She could not lay her hands on what it was but despite her mind telling her, she should stop him. The pheromones he was giving out made it so damn hard. Her hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck, her slender fingers entangling with his damp hair that glistened under the faint candlelights in the room. Water rolled down to his chest region, alighting his toned, seductive body. ’ Abrielle, focus, get your thoughts together.’ her head screamed, but how could she when this man who was going to be her death was just this seductive? His lips mapped hers sweetly, sucking it, not to forget the bulge that was pressing against her stomach. To make things so convenient, she was wearing a light dress he could easily get rid of, and that was exactly what happened when she heard the fabrics of her dress being torn, exposing her bouncy bosom that sprouted up. "Oh Cedric," she found herself moaning because it was just too much. As soon as the moisture touched her sensitive nipples, they erected. The cold trickling water touched them; He hadn’t touched her yet, but something about the room got her so damn turned out. It was her damnation. As soon as she felt him cup one of her bosom in his hand her head snapped out of it. Her eyes went wide, "what are you doing, Cedric?" She bit his lips forcefully prying away her lips. He didn’t want to leave; he could not. If not, he might lose his mind. His lips trailed down to lick the flame mark on her neck, giving her a ticklish feeling; her legs clamped together to control the feeling that was building up there as her flower was completely soaked and crying desperately. She didn’t want the fall into this temptation again. "Abrielle, please," he pleaded desperately as his face was crooked on his neck, his warm breath fanning against his skin. Her heart squeezed hearing how heartbreaking that plea was. "What happened to you?" She could barely voice out because his mouth was distracting her on her neck while his hand was fondling and massaging her bosom in his warm palms. Why was he so hot? "I don’t know who or how. This is the first time they tried to take advantage of me this way. I honestly thought I could control it by pleasing myself but I can’t." He hoarsely said the next thing she knew, her feet were swept off the floor, and she was cradled in his arms. "Where you drugged?" A sense of dread crept into her mind. Cedric walked towards the pool of warm water his body submerging in it until Abrielle found herself soaked. "I said I don’t know but I need you badly. I am begging before I lose myself." He sounded desperate. She now understood why he was in the bathhouse. Abrielle was confused; this was not meant to happen. The plot was messing with her for sure. This never happened, Cedric was never so pulled by an aphrodisiac that he forced or begged Abrielle. The only time something like this might have happened was later in the plot when Abrielle, who was desperate to consummate her marriage, drugged Cedric with a scented candle she got from Zoltana. She did it in a panic when she realized her husband was caving into Callista. Cedric was already far gone and completely obsessed with Callista, so being confident in her body, she drugged him, thinking it would win him over, but it didn’t work. Cedric bled himself unconscious after trying to please himself but failed, so he left the castle into the forest to submerge his body in a lake as he attempted to bleed out the drug. That was how far he was ready to go, not to lay a finger on Abrielle. This action drove Abrielle to the edge, and she attempted to kill Callista but was caught by Lucian, barely escaping death. Abrielle snapped out of her thoughts when she realized her bare skin was now in contact with the warm body. She was completely naked, her clothes ripped off and submerged in the water. When did he rip them off? She wondered as her blue eyes locked with his eyes that was dark like an abyss. It wasn’t an illusion his gold eyes were now dark. Cedric closed the distance between them, she could feel his pulsating hard member on her stomach. She dared not look at the size. There was no escaping from this; the look in his eyes told her if she resisted, he might opt to use force. Her throat was parched and dry; the atmosphere felt too drawing, with the lanterns on the wall flickering and his intense gaze eating her whole. He reached out for her hair he tucked behind her ears as he leaned over. "Try to relax, to make things easier for us. I don’t want to hurt you and would never force myself on you, but my body is being consumed. Just do your duty this once." He said pleading and bounding her. She never had a say in the matter; Cedric tilted her face then claimed her lips again, his other hand wedging her up to wrap her legs around his waist. His member was so close to her entrance. She could not flee but accept the faith in front of her, but who would want to force this monster to claim them they they used such extreme methods? Abrielle closed her eyes trying to let the warm water relax her taunt muscles. He pressed her again to the edge of the pool, his mouth trailing down with his tongue feasting on her. He wanted her badly; it wasn’t the first time he was in this situation, and he could normally handle himself, but this time was different and maddening. It must be because he had someone in mind he wanted to unleash himself on. She was the first person that came to his mind. All he thought of was ramping into her until she could not breathe. They were not the perfect couple but it didn’t change the fact she was his wife, the one that meant to be his other half. She was his. Abrielle’s head fell back as a jolt of pain struck her from her nipples. He bit and pulled with his teeth. "I don’t think I will be able to hold on until you are completely ready to take me. This might hurt Abrielle."

Chapter 119: Steamy room

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