The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 358: Punishment

The rain was pouring heavily, and the entire forest was soaked.

The rain poured in steady sheets, drumming against the leaves overhead and soaking the forest floor in thick, sticky mud. Trees stood tall and dripping, their bark darkened by the storm. The scent of wet earth filled the air, and the wind whispered through the branches like a secret.

Abrielle’s breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling as she stood pinned against a tree trunk. Her back pressed hard into the rough bark, the cold seeping through her wet dress. It felt like it could bruise her skin.

Raindrops slid down her face, her ginger hair clinging to her skin in wild strands.

Cedric loomed over her, one hand braced against the tree beside her head, the other resting near her hip. His soaked shirt clung to his frame, his gold eyes locked on hers. He wasn’t even winded. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"I promised not to chase you with magic. You really can run when you are scared."

Her eyes glared at him; she knew she wouldn’t win from the start, but his smirk was annoying. Her teeth were gritted at him.

"You still cheated," she spat, glaring up at him through the rain.

Cedric raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile pulling at his lips. "Did I?" he leaned forward, his body pressing against her body. She could feel his warmth; his strong sandalwood scent filled her lungs.

It stirred something in her she didn’t want to admit. If not for the fact she was angry at him. She would have leaned forward to his warmth and drunken scent.

"You weren’t supposed to use magic at all. There was no way I would win. I barely went anywhere," she accused, her voice sharp and breathless. "That wasn’t fair," she added with her lips pouted.

"I never said I would play fair," he said calmly, eyes gleaming with amusement. "You should’ve known that. I never play fair the same way your pursuers won’t play fair."

"You said it was a game," she snapped, her voice shaking more from the rush of emotions than the cold. She enjoyed the thrill of the chase and hoped it would last longer.

"It was," he replied, leaning just a little closer. "But you made it far too tempting to win. I know you loved the chase, I could feel it."

Her heart thudded against her ribs. He was too close, the air thick between them despite the cool rain. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, unsure if she wanted to shove him away or hold onto him.

Cedric was right, was she crazy to enjoy that sick emotion?

"Let me go," she barked, though even to her own ears, it didn’t sound convincing. This was wrong, she was getting aroused by insanity. She wanted to vanquish the demon before he dragged her to hell.

Cedric laughed. His grip tightened as he pressed against her so close it felt like he wanted to merge with her. His face nestled in her wet hair, then slowly traced his nose to get her neck.

A shaken breath left her lips, the sparks rushing through her spine combined with the goosebumps crawling up her skin due to the cold. Her hands were pressed against his chest as she struggled to breathe.

"I caught you, Abrielle," he said quietly. "That means I win."

Lightning flashed in the distance, followed by a low rumble of thunder. Still, neither of them moved. The forest around them faded, leaving only the storm, the tree, and the pulse racing between them.

And though she tried to keep glaring it was hard, tried to stay angry, her breath hitched when he whispered in her ears.

"You love the chase, Abrielle, so bad it got you aroused." He whispered. Her eyes went wide with her legs pressed together.

"That’s not true," she tried to deny, but what was the need when he could smell and, oh Damn, the Devil, she smelled like heaven.

She was his taste of heaven in this hellish world. "Keep lying to yourself but I must admit you were pretty fast but not fast enough to escape me. That’s how hard it will always be."

Cedric tugged her shirt, pulling it from the trousers as his fingers started to move over her sensitive, wet skin. His touch was driving her crazy

"What are you trying to do?" She asked, barely able to speak. His simple touch made her feel so warm.

Cedric pulled his face from her neck, a smirk on his face as his hand continued moving up her stomach. "It’s your punishment. The only way it will be enjoyable."

Her lips parted dumbfounded, but a moan suddenly escaped through her throat when he cupped open her breast, pulling it from the bindings. "This isn’t a punishment..." She couldn’t even finish her statement thanks to the jolt of pleasure she felt. His teeth bit her nipple slowly before he covered her bosom with his warm mouth sucking it through her shirt.

Her head threw back, her hands grew weak. She didn’t even have the strength to fight him. He stopped sucking it for a moment, leaving her breathless.

"Were you expecting me to hurt you? I would never hurt you physically Abrielle." He stated.

"But you will emotionally." She scoffed, making him grin at her.

"I will wreck you emotionally, you will feel guilty for not loving me." He admitted, then pulled up her shirt, hanging on her neck. Abrielle shuddered feeling the rain directly on her skin.

Her eyes on him, Cedric leaned in, burying his face on her chest as he started his punishment, but it didn’t feel like a punishment. It felt like a freaking reward.

He focused his attention on his bosoms alternating between them. His grip was firm on her waist as he raised her up, her body still pressed against the tree trunk. He sucked it so hard she thought he would bite off my nipples. That was until She felt his hardness against her.