The Villains Must Win-Chapter 102: (18+) Valerian Cross 22

"Shut up!"

Evelyn’s heart pounded—not in fear, but in exhilaration.

His eyes burned into hers, sharp and dangerous, yet slightly unfocused. The wine had done its job, clouding his usually calculating mind. His face was flushed, his lips slightly parted as if he were fighting between speaking and acting.

Evelyn chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like I struck a nerve." She leaned back slightly, watching him with a knowing smirk. "Well, she’s at that age—it’s only natural for her to fall for someone. Though, I have to say . . ." She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Out of all people, a vampire? No wonder you’re seething, drowning your sorrows and disappointment in here."

"You talk too much," he growled, his voice rough with intoxication.

Evelyn grinned, utterly unafraid. Her fingers lifted, tracing along his lips with featherlight pressure. "Then why don’t you silence me?"

The fire crackled behind them, but the real flames danced between them, smoldering, waiting to ignite.

Before anyone could react, Valerian’s lips crashed against hers.

For someone so cold and detached, his kiss was anything but. It was rough, demanding—an intoxicating mix of frustration and unspoken desire, fueled by alcohol and something even darker. Perhaps anger. Perhaps need. Whatever it was, it consumed him completely.

Evelyn barely had time to smile before she surrendered, parting her lips to meet his tongue in a fierce, breath-stealing dance. She tasted the sharp bitterness of alcohol on him, but beneath that was something raw, something primal. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer, while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him against her.

The heat between them ignited, pressing them together in a fevered collision of bodies and hunger. Their breath came ragged, mingling in the dimly lit room, their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Then Valerian pulled back, only to drag his mouth down her jaw, tracing a scorching path to her throat.

A shiver ran down Evelyn’s spine as she felt his breath ghost over her skin, followed by the graze of his teeth. His hands gripped her waist with a force that sent a thrill through her, and she let out a soft, knowing chuckle—until she felt it.

Hard. Insistent.

His arousal pressed against her core, making her pulse quicken.

Evelyn tilted her head, exposing her neck further, silently daring him. "Well, well," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and heat. "Seems like all that anger had to go somewhere."

Valerian let out a low, guttural sound against her skin, his fingers tightening on her hips. Whatever restraint he had left—it was slipping fast.

Valerian didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His actions spoke for him.

With a growl, he lifted Evelyn effortlessly, pinning her against the nearest wall. The cold stone pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat rolling off his body. His grip on her hips was possessive, fingers digging in just enough to remind her who was in control. Or at least, who thought he was.

Evelyn chuckled against his lips before biting down playfully, drawing a low, dangerous moan from him. He responded by claiming her mouth again—this time slower, deeper, as if trying to imprint himself onto her. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher, his touch scorching a path along her skin.

Her breath hitched as he ground against her, the friction sending sparks up her spine. He was hard—achingly so—and he wasn’t hiding it. She could feel the restraint in him, the battle between giving in completely or pulling back before it went too far. But Evelyn had no such hesitations.

She hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him even closer, until there was nothing between them but thin fabric and rapidly fraying control. Her nails raked down his back, teasing, taunting.

"You’re hesitating," she whispered against his lips, her voice dripping with challenge.

Valerian’s eyes darkened, his breath heavy against her skin. His fingers tightened on her thigh before sliding higher, claiming more of her, pushing the boundaries of what little restraint remained.

And then, with a smirk that sent a shiver through her, he murmured, "Not for long."

His lips found her neck again, this time trailing lower, while his hands made it very clear—this night was far from over.

With an effortless tug, Valerian ripped her nightgown apart, the fabric giving way like it was never meant to stand between them.

A sharp gasp left Evelyn’s lips as the cool air kissed her newly exposed skin, her pale flesh illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her full breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, pink nipples already stiff from anticipation.

Valerian’s gaze darkened, hunger burning behind his ember eyes. His hands, rough from years of wielding a blade, traced along the curves of her waist before sliding upward, palms molding over the softness of her breasts. He exhaled heavily, as if restraining himself, but the moment she arched toward him, he gave in.

His lips crashed against her collarbone, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the valley of her breasts. Evelyn tangled her fingers in his dark hair, tugging him closer, urging him on. He didn’t need encouragement.

With a groan, he took one aching peak into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he sucked deeply. Evelyn moaned, her head falling back against the wall as waves of pleasure coursed through her. His other hand kneaded the neglected breast, his thumb circling lazily before giving it a teasing pinch that sent a jolt of heat straight between her thighs.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she writhed beneath his touch, the fire inside her growing unbearable. She could feel his penis—hard, straining, pressing against her pussy through the layers of clothing still between them. A shudder ran through her as she reached down, desperate to rid them of the last barriers.

But Valerian wasn’t ready to surrender control just yet.

He lifted his head, his lips glistening, a wicked smirk curving his mouth as he whispered, "Not so fast, witch." free𝑤ebnovel.com

His fingers trailed lower, teasing, tormenting. He intended to take his time—to make her unravel completely before either of them found release. And

Evelyn? She was more than willing to play his game.