My Villainess Ex Won't Leave Me Alone

Chapter 220 220: 6.29 - [NSFW16+] Shake Her Foundation

Lucian's throat bobbed under her fingers, not trying to remove her hand anymore, but placing his over hers instead, gently stroking her, "You seem ready to live a life without me, My Lady. Did you find a replacement while I was gone? Is that why you are so eager to kill me?"

She laughed darkly, a hint of insanity in her eyes, "I wish I did. Now I can't even trust your body to speak the truth. What else am I supposed to do?"

A vein pulsed on Lucian's forehead, and he grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back, slamming her onto the grass, pinning her stomach down.

"You don't get to touch me and talk about moving on in the same breath, My Lady," he said, "Now, say you didn't mean it and I will personally wrap your hands around my neck and beg you to tighten your grip."

He used dominant force to stop her paranoia, but also offered his own throat to soothe her insecurities. That's what he told himself, trying not to let her taunts about wanting to move on from him affect him.

Celine was left speechless, turning her head to glare at him, but found him staring at her with a strange intensity.

Lucian leaned over her, the position leaving no room for her to escape, his leg pressed between hers. Her back arched from the pressure, but he didn't lessen it, instead, he pushed further, holding her arms behind her back, with one hand.

A strand of hair fell across her face, making her look all the more trapped under him. "My, at least your temper hasn't changed," she turned back to look forward, still not admitting to her mistake.

Lucian leaned down, kissing the exposed skin behind her ear, his voice was so low that she might have felt it more than heard it, "You wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

Her ear reddened, not moving a muscle, even as Lucian's tongue traced the shell of her ear. She must have found it weird that he would fight her violence with tenderness.

His lips moved to the corner of her mouth, where he paused, "I'm the only man who would still love you after you tried to kill me, am I not?"

"It could be a trap for all you know," she mumbled, her paranoia spiking up yet again, "Make me trust you, then betray me once I'm fully in your grasp."

She knew his pride had taken a hit with her past actions, and that she wouldn't be let off easily. Her logic and reasoning didn't allow her to view their bond as something genuine.

Lucian also told himself that he would make her pay for her violence, but he pecked her lips anyway. Foolishly, stubbornly, and recklessly wanting her to drown even further in her addiction to him, "You're right. What a shame you can't seem to leave me alone then, huh?"

"Argh," Lucian groaned when she suddenly rammed her head into his nose, making him lose his grip.

She took the chance to get out of his grasp. By anticipating betrayal, she would rather build a wall of cruelty than be a passive victim who would get abandoned later.

"Are you staying over?" she asked casually, like she didn't just headbutt him.

He covered his nose with both hands, his eyes watering from the impact, "I...yes. Until tomorrow morning."

"Good." She stood up, dusting her clothes off, "I will see you in the bedroom then," she said, and walked away, rubbing her temples as if trying to get rid of a headache called Lucian Arclight.

He watched her leave, then collapsed on the grass, rolling to his back. He guessed her heart had turned to stone again, not allowing him to affect it for a second longer. Inflicting physical pain also seemed to allow her to regain some emotional footing.

'What naughty things should I do to her tonight?' He wiggled his nose to make sure it wasn't broken, 'She probably has a few ideas of her own as well.'

She was a Rochefort, also raised as one, so Lucian had accepted the fact that she wouldn't crumble so easily, but he was happy he could still shake her foundations even after a year of absence.

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Lucian waited for Togo's signal before following after her. He made a round around the garden to make sure no one was watching, then slipped inside the house through the back door. She had made a scene earlier, clearing the path for him.

He avoided the servants as much as he could and quickly found his way to her bedroom on the second floor.

Celine was working on her assignment when he entered, her brows furrowed in concentration.

Her heart must have killed all of her excitement, making the happy wiggle she had done on top of him seem like a fever dream.

Lucian carefully locked the door behind him, then walked to the desk, making himself comfortable in the chair opposite to her.

"There's a bath ready in the bathroom," she said, not looking up from her papers, "Use it."

"I thought we were going to bathe together," he said, leaning forward, resting his chin on his hand, "I was looking forward to it, in fact. I even thought of a few activities we could do while we're at it."

She was a pervert at heart, and it was his job to awaken it from its slumber.

Her response was a single raised eyebrow, "Like?"

He didn't think she was actually interested in his answer, so he got up and walked around the desk, kneeling beside her chair.

"Well, first, we would get naked, of course." He removed her shoes one by one, placing them on the floor.

"Of course," she said dryly.

"Don't let yourself be disturbed by me, continue with your work and just enjoy my touch, My Lady." He then moved under the desk to face her legs.

Her left leg was lifted, and he began to roll down her stocking.

Celine had a habit of wearing the most scandalous undergarments under her modest dresses. This time, it was a pair of black lace connected to her garter belt, and the garter belt itself was held in place by nothing but a string on each side of her hips.

He placed her bare foot on his thigh, and moved on to her other leg. The ticklish sensation made her foot curl up and grip his thigh.

He blinked at the wiggling toes, causing the most distracting images to run through his head. He innocently moved her foot closer to his groin, then raised it higher to press against his crotch.

He knew her imagination would do the rest and began to remove the other stocking.

"Then I would ask you to lay back, and you would say, 'No, Lucian, not there,' but you would secretly like it."

Her toes tapped against his bulge. The pattern of her tapping made it seem like she was trying to send him a coded message. A message that said 'I can't believe I'm going with your flow again'.

He only ever showed his playful side after trampling on her mood, and she would always get mad and aroused by his actions before melting in his arms.

He thought this time would be the same, but as he moved his hand up her skirt, his face bumped against the desk with how quickly her right foot came up to press against his cheek, stopping him from lifting her skirt any further.

"You think you can make up for a year of absence with a quick rub under the skirt? How insulting."

He gulped, his face trapped between her foot and the wooden desk. "It's just a warm-up─"

"Strip" she cut him off, "and I will decide if I want your hands on me."