My Villainess Ex Won't Leave Me Alone

Chapter 221 221: 6.30 - [NSFW18+] Stone Queen

Lucian would have flared at the command if it came from anyone else, but this was Celine, "If you need to see every inch of me, there are nicer ways to ask, My Lady."

"Nice is not how I would describe what I want to do to you if you continue with that attitude."

The chair she was sitting on moved back, and her foot slipped from his face.

Rubbing his cheek, Lucian looked up to see her cross her legs. Not elegantly like a lady would, but like she was a sovereign ruler of the room and everything in it, including him.

The tapping sound came from the horse whip in her hand. She was testing it on her palm, "How could you come to me after all this time, after I spent so many nights dreaming of you, just to reject my body?"

"I told you it's to prove my loyalty, and I'm hard for you right now, so it's not a reje─ Agh."

The leather whip hit the side of his face, marking his already red cheek redder. A warning to not argue with her, or else.

"I wanted to feel wanted, but you made me doubt everything again," she dragged the tip of the whip across the side of his face before pulling away, "I know you are doing it out of spite, trying to teach me a lesson for being violent with you…"

She wasn't wrong, and he had nothing to say about it. You couldn't teach someone who embraced their own madness a lesson in morals, and it was his mistake to think he could.

His attempts at revenge always came biting him back in the form of a Stone Queen. Stone, not ice, because ice was mostly cold, and this woman had layers to her personality. He was also being too petty to give her a mighty nickname like Ice Queen.

"...but didn't we agree on being honest with our bodies, at least?" she continued.

Lucian slowly crawled on all fours from under the desk, using his best puppy eyes to soften her heart, as if to say: 'Please forgive me for being stupid. I'm a hopeless case, but I'm yours to handle.'

He wouldn't submit to just anyone, but it was a necessary step to appease her lack of trust. Only by making her believe that she had some control over him, would she let him slip into her good graces again.

The whip stopped right before his nose, making him stop, "On the desk."

She tapped the leather tip of the horsewhip on the dark mahogany surface, like it was a bed she wanted him to get on.

He stood up, and pulled his shirt over his head as he sat on the corner of the desk. He folded his shirt neatly and placed it on the side, the little pride he had refused to let him act humiliated.

He kicked off his shoes and proceeded to open his belt while licking his lips, as if he found himself to be delicious and wanted to let her know, maybe even take a taste.

He grazed his fingers over his stomach and down to his groin. Then paused when Celine made a disapproving sound.

"You look so confident in your body. Do you think it's enough to seduce me?" she uncrossed her legs, standing up, the whip in her hand acted like an extension of her arm, "A peacock showing his feathers, that's what you look like right now."

"Would you prefer a horse to match the whip instead, My Lady?" Lucian's cocky smirk turned into a grimace when the whip landed on his chest, the leather biting into his skin. "Or a donkey? Maybe─" the whip landed on his thigh, making him yelp.

She loved his playful side, but not when he was using it to gain control over the situation. She probably wanted to make him beg for her attention, not him flirting back and taking the lead.

"Turn around," she ordered, making him follow her command.

Lucian put his hands on the desk, his back presented to her. His pants were still on, giving him a little bit of decency.

She handed him the whip as if he was a child who needed a toy to entertain himself, or more like a white flag to surrender with. In case his eyes were blindfolded or his mouth gagged.

Lucian grabbed it against the desk. It was his whip she had used on him and she was just returning it.

Sometimes, he felt like a frog being boiled slowly in a pot of water, unable to jump out as the heat rose gradually.

He tensed when a choker was wrapped around his neck, with a little bell attached to it. The bell made a soft tinkling sound whenever he moved, so he stayed still, feeling the leather tighten around his throat.

"Our marriage night is still far away, but I can't wait that long to claim you, can I? I need a little reassurance that you are still mine even with your desires sealed away," she said as she opened her drawer.

Lucian tried to steal a glance at what she was taking out, but she quickly pushed him to bend over the desk with her free hand, so he couldn't see.

He felt his pants being pulled down to his knees, then something cool and slick was rubbed against his entrance. His body tensed, and his hands gripped the desk, "My Lady─"

"You want to be mine, don't you?"

"Only you," he replied honestly, "But that place is too dirty, I don't want you to get disgusted by me. I would rather─" he choked on his words as she used her finger to push the cold lubricant inside.

"The gold rank must have toughened you up, no? It's not like I'm using a dagger to stab you," she twisted her finger when he clenched around it, "You can handle a little finger, can't you?"

Her words were so raunchy, making his face burn. It was one thing to be dirty with words, but another to actually be put in a dirty situation. No matter what, he still tried to act cool about it. "Eager to feel my insides, My Lady?"

"I'm eager to make you feel me."

Lucian bit his lip, enduring the strange sensation as she moved her finger in and out. He felt her. He felt her inside him in the most raw way possible.

He liked the idea more than the execution, but the thought of her wanting to be a part of him, left him aroused, making his blood rush to his groin.

The desk wasn't helping with hiding his reaction as it pressed against his shaft, almost making him hump it.

He wanted to look at her with his own eyes, over his shoulder, but the bell rang and a slap on his ass made him turn back to the front, her nails dug into his butt cheeks, then moved to his front to trap his balls, "Agh..."

"You don't like pain, so I'm being gentle, and you're still whining like a baby?" Celine hissed into his ear, "If your desires can be turned on and off like a switch, then I will make sure you are still able to feel my presence in you."

"─!!!" His voice was cut short by another cold object invading his hole, pushing the liquid deeper inside, the horse whip in his hand acting like a lifeline to his sanity.

"Ah, don't move too much or it will fall off," she held the object in place until she was sure it was snug and secure, "There, now you will feel me inside you the whole night. Bruises and scratches are easily mistaken for signs of a scuffle, but this?"

She smoothed her hand over the base of the object, "This should differentiate me from the rest."

It felt like a metal rod with a rounded end, a little wider than a finger. Its coldness felt like it was sucking the heat out of his body.

She wasn't wrong about him being able to feel its presence.

Lucian swallowed when she left the object inside him and went to wash her hands.

He finally turned around to see a fluffy tail attached to the base of the cold plug in him, looking like a cat's tail.

‎A blond one, matching the color of his hair.