To be the Villainess

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Chapter 55

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⚠️WARNING! R18!⚠️

I STEADIED my breath, forcing myself to remain calm as I stared into his eyes. They gleamed like molten obsidian in the dimly lit room, a dangerous allure that made the air feel heavier.

“Your hair has grown quite a bit,” I murmured, letting my fingers trail through the silken strands. The subtle tremor in my voice betrayed the composed front I was struggling to maintain. His jaw clenched, and his grip on the table tightened with such force that the wood groaned in protest.

His eyes never wavered from mine as he leaned in, closing the already minimal space between us. “Why did you hide without telling me?” His voice was low, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver down my spine. The intensity in his gaze darkened, an unspoken storm brewing behind those captivating eyes.

I cupped his face, the heat of his skin igniting a spark in my palm. My lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin. “You already know why,” I whispered, squeezing his cheeks just enough to be playful, my grin widening further as I saw his resolve waver for a moment.

Before I could say more, his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His strength was undeniable, his hold both possessive and intoxicating. My breath hitched as the heat between us surged. “You need to be punished for leaving me, my lady,” he said with a wicked smirk, his eyes tracing every inch of my face as if memorizing it anew.

My hands instinctively found his shoulders, fingers curling slightly as I leaned into him. “And what might that punishment be?” I challenged, my voice a hushed, teasing drawl.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his lips claimed mine, a fierce, unrelenting kiss that left no room for doubt. It was a collision of passion and pent-up frustration, a heated reminder of everything we had been denying ourselves.

I kissed him back, my hands sliding beneath his nape, fingers threading through his hair. It felt as though my body moved on its own, responding to every unspoken command from Sebastian, as if he had always owned me. His usual smirk vanished as he shrugged off his vest, his fingers deftly loosening his tie. I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a fierce, hungry kiss, his lips crushing mine before I could utter a word.

His hands roamed down, lifting my skirt with a sense of urgency. His touch ignited a fire beneath my skin, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips. His dark eyes flashed, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Do that again, my lady,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly command that sent shivers racing down my spine.

Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly, his strong hands gripping my thighs. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips, clinging to him for balance. He pressed me closer, his lips claiming mine again in a kiss that was all-consuming, as if he couldn’t get enough. Each step he took was deliberate, his movements controlled but filled with tension, his body thrumming with barely restrained desire.

My thoughts were a chaotic mess, every coherent thought drowned in the heat of the moment. What are we even doing? Yet, the question only spurred me on, my lips matching his intensity, my hands exploring the expanse of his shoulders and chest.

He reached the bed, lowering me onto the soft surface with a gentleness that contrasted with the heat between us. Standing over me, he yanked off his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath hitched as the fabric slid away, revealing his toned chest and the faint sheen of sweat that trailed down his stomach, highlighting every muscle.