The Black Silk

Chapter 6🖤✨️

I can't believe she roped me into this," Cellina mumbled under her breath as she reluctantly walked towards the beachside resort where Adrian was waiting. She adjusted her sunglasses, trying to mask her frustration over having to participate in such a foolish game.

Adrian stood tall, hands on his hips, chest barely contained within his white button-down shirt. He had an infuriatingly smug smile plastered across his face, as if he knew exactly what effect he had on Cellina. And God did he have an effect on her. She hated him, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming sexual tension that crackled between them every time they were within five feet of each other.

It was all part of the sultry couples game session organized by the bride, a last hurrah before the big day. The idea was simple: pair up enemies, force them to interact, and see if any sparks fly. But Cellina knew better. There would be sparks, alright, but not the kind anyone expected.

Adrian sauntered towards her, his steps slow and deliberate. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Look who finally decided to join the fun."

Cellina rolled her eyes, trying to remain composed. "Don't think for a second that I want to be here, Adrian. I'm only doing this because--"

Her words were cut off as Adrian grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "We both know why you're here, Cellina. And I promise you, by the end of tonight, we'll have settled this once and for all."

With a deep breath, Cellina stepped back, breaking free from his grasp. She glared at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're saying that like it's a threat. Trust me, Adrian, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Adrian smiled, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing. And I can't wait to see you squirm."

The bridesmaids and groomsmen cheered as the two reluctant participants moved to the center of the circle. The first game was simple: a drinking contest using each other's bodies as vessels. Celina rolled her eyes, but Adrian just grinned wolfishly, ready to begin.

He leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Where do you want me to drink from, Celina?" he whispered, a hint of challenge in his voice.

She scoffed, trying to ignore the heat that was spreading through her body. "Surprise me," she retorted, lifting her chin defiantly.

With a smirk, Adrian placed his hands on her waist, slowly moving them up her sides until he reached the hem of her sundress. He slipped his fingers underneath, causing her to gasp as he traced the outline of her navel.

His lips grazed her skin, sending an electric current through her entire body. She shivered, struggling to maintain her composure as he started to lap at her bellybutton, teasing her with his tongue. She could feel the cool liquid trickling down her abdomen, making her heart race.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving her aching for more. As she looked into his eyes, she saw something emerging there - something she hadn't noticed before. It was lust, plain and simple, and it sent a thrill through her veins.

They moved on to the next game, a steamy round of hot yoga that left both of them exhausted and drenched in sweat. But even as they strained and stretched, their gazes never left each other, the intensity growing with each pose. Despite their mutual animosity they were surprisingly doing so much better than the other couple, while some were just plain bored, the others were too shy to do stuff like this.

" As the audience continued to applaud, Cellina felt a surge of confidence and satisfaction. Despite her hatred for Adrian, she couldn't deny the thrill of outperforming him in front of their peers.

As the cheers died down, the bride announced the next round of the competition - a lap dance where the performer would actually sit on the recipient's lap. Cellina's heart raced at the thought of being so close to Adrian, her body pressed against his. But she refused to back down from the challenge.

Adrian grinned smugly, no doubt thinking he had the upper hand in this round. He reclined on a nearby chaise lounge, stretching his arms out behind his head in a casual pose that accentuated his toned physique.
Cellina took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She approached Adrian slowly, her hips swaying seductively as she prepared to deliver a lap dance he would never forget. As she reached him, she straddled his lap, feeling his hardness beneath her.

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting her to be so bold. Cellina leaned forward, her lips mere inches from his ear, and whispered, "I told you I'd bring you down." Then, she began to move.

Her hips circled slowly at first, gradually increasing in speed as she found her rhythm. She ground her body against his, relishing the feel of his hands gripping her hips tightly. The heat between them was almost unbearable, their breaths coming fast and heavy as they lost themselves in the sensual dance.

The crowd watched in awe, their cheers and whistles fueling Cellina's confidence. She leaned back, her hands tracing Adrian's chest and abdomen as she continued to dance. His eyes were locked on hers, his desire evident in their intense gaze.

As the music reached its climax, Cellina leaned forward once more, her lips brushing against Adrian's earlobe as she whispered, "Checkmate." With that, she rose gracefully from his lap, leaving him breathless and the crowd roaring with approval.

The bride stepped forward, a triumphant smile on her face, and declared Cellina the winner of the on the beach, their bodies still humming from the lap dance, it was clear that their rivalry had taken a new and unexpected turn.. She handed her a small trophy, which Cellina accepted with a grin.
Adrian, still reeling from the sensual experience, grudgingly admitted defeat.

"I guess you win this round, Celly," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But this isn't over yet."

"Bloody Bastard!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. As she flipped him off and jogged away from him

"Bitch!" He shouted back like a hurt lion.

She couldn't be any happier.

A dejected Adrian tried to go back to the room but against his better judgment he didn't because he knew if he caught her once alone he would do things to her that even Satan would deem wrong. This woman had bewitched him body and soul.