Chapter 62: Demon of lust

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Chapter 62 of "The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband" begins the action: Chapter 62: Demon of lust Most times the devil that drives people crazy is lust. Cedric... Discover the next part!

Chapter 62: Demon of lust Most times the devil that drives people crazy is lust. Cedric intended to tease her but he longed wanted that. What he wanted now more like need was to thrust his throbbing member into her slick folds he was sure would be tight and wrapped around him. The desire was maddening and he honestly didn’t think he would be able to stop himself this time around. He released on hot breath against Abrielle’s skin that has gone extremely sensitive to his touch in a maddening way. He had to get his thoughts together. Abrielle felt something sharp graze her skin and she jolted to push him but his hold was firm on her waist. His fangs had quickly retracted but his were dark like the abyss. "Cedric!" She mumbled as her head seemed to get clearer but it didn’t seem like he heard her. "Yes princess, why don’t we use the best of the moment?" Cedric mentioned as he lifted her to sit with her legs spread wide around his waist. Tis bulge restricted by his trousers was pressed against her weeping flowers protected by the last piece of clothing on her. "Huh," she muttered confused by what he meant. She could feel the sexual tension between them but she thought he would ignore it as he always did and deep down with the need that was building in her due to this heat between them she doubted she would be able to back out. "I want to bury myself in your folds Abrielle." His words seemed heavy and laced with a thick desire that made her feel fuzzy in her stomach. "We can’t, it’s dangerous." She made excuses even though she wanted the same thing. It was just damn hard to turn him down this time. It was not her weakness but no girl could keep her head under these conditions. "The only danger here is the desire I feel at the moment," Cedric said as his mouth found one of her peaks he started to suck while flickering the erect tips with his tongue. Her breath hitched as his scorching mouth touched her sensitive peaks with her flowers weeping more as the desire grew. Her insides clenched and unclenched with the need to be filled wholly by him. Her head was getting lighter. He had one hand supporting her waist while the other played with her free peak then he alternated. He was trying to distract himself from the urge he had to sink his fangs in her neck. He knew she was wary not just wary of him but wanted him dead, he didn’t want to do anything to make him seem like a freak. His lips left her peaks brushing against her neck before capturing her lips again. He slowly bent over placing her back against the floor. As much as he wished their first time to be in a proper setting he could not delay further. Abrielle shuddered as her sensitive skin touched the ground. "Relax, Abrielle." He called her name in a way for the first time she didn’t hate being called by that name. Spellbound by his words she relaxed under his command. Her blue eyes stared at his face which was covered with a gold mask. His large frame covered and dominated her completely. "Do you never take off your mask?" She suddenly asked as nervousness was seeping into her mind knowing what they were about to do. It was her first time, as much as she should be avoiding doing this with a literal psycho, her body wanted to give in so badly this one time. Her brain stopped working long ago with her lust being in control. She has forgotten about her need to kill him and wants to stay in the embrace of the one person she should avoid. "At times, you can remove it but at a cost." He said with a grin then started showering kisses between her peaks down to her stomach. He wanted to worship her body tonight. "At what cost?" She asked barely making up words that broke in between her moans whenever he bit her lightly on her skin it felt like he wanted to brand her entire body. "You will get stuck with me." He said stopping at her waist. He tugged her last piece of underwear which made her whimper. His hand slowly pulled it down, she drew in a deep breath as he shredded her last piece of cover leaving her completely bare in front is him. His eyes zeroed at her flower that was completely wet ready for him, his fingers brushing against her fold. "Cedric," she whimpered at the urge to be filled consumed her but who was Cedric? He was a villain who would never make things easy for her. "Yes princess," he said casually leaving her weeping fold begging for his attention to shower kisses on her lap upwards deliberately stopping before her fold. He was playing with pain and pleasure, every time his breath fanned against her fold clenched in desire. She hated herself so much right now for giving in so easily to the excuse of lust. "You don’t plan on caging me do you?" She barely said continuing the conversation despite her throat going dry from moaning. "I don’t have to because I know you are not going anywhere." He declared then inserted an index in her fold which made her gasp but she needed more. His movements were languid and her eyes were pressed together at the torture. This was a torture he knew she was aroused but deliberately slowed his actions. "Cedric please," she shamelessly begged with her face going red. At this point, shame wasn’t in her dictionary anymore. He retrieved his finger leaving her empty a short desperate cry left her lips. "What is it dear?" He asked behaving oblivious to the truth. She glared at him, a villain would always be one and he has successfully turned her into slut. "I hate you," she said unable to hold back her thoughts. He smiled at her and leaned closer with his bulge pressed against her needy folds. "There is a thin line between love and hate..it is only a matter of time." He proudly said rocking himself against her driving her to the edge. "Just tell me what you want and I will show you how this devil can worship you tonight." He added wanting her to verbally admit her desire while he was trying his best not to sink his fangs into her neck. The longer they drawled the stronger the urge.

Chapter 62: Demon of lust

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