Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 98: His Punishment

Zethan couldn’t believe what he had just heard. The fact that she was so calm—too calm—only made his frustration spike. His chest tightened as something like jealousy clawed at his mind, raw and unrelenting.

Before Lilia could react, he moved. In an instant, he had maneuvered her, reversing their positions. His grip was firm but not harsh, his eyes darkening dangerously.

"Tell me, Lilia," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "Who did you practice with?"

His hand trembled slightly, his control hanging by a fragile thread.

The truth? She hadn’t practiced with anyone. This was all part of her punishment—her way of teasing him, of making him realize just how much she had missed him. She wanted him to understand that leaving her without a word, without informing her himself, was unacceptable.

But she couldn’t tell him that.

And the real reason she knew any of this? Evie.

Evie had given her tips—after endless pleading. Lilia had begged, sworn secrecy, and in return, Evie had shared just enough. It was a promise she wouldn’t break.

She met his intense gaze, her lips curving slightly.

"I simply did some research," she said smoothly.

Then she continued, her tone playful yet commanding. "Now, without any further interruptions, let me go through the punishment, Mr. Zethan. So you have to cooperate with me..."

She paused, letting the weight of her words settle.

Then, with a soft breath, she added, "Your hands. No questions until I’m done, honey."

That word again. Honey. It was so sweet like the name itself had been crafted solely for her tongue.

Zethan remained silent—speechless, even.

"Lie down, honey. Your hands over your head," she repeated, slower this time, as if daring him to disobey.

Zethan’s curiosity piqued. He wanted to know where this was going, so he did as she said.

"Good boy."

His eyes widened slightly at her words, but that wasn’t all—she moved, kneeling, climbing further up, positioning herself with calculated precision.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she fastened the belt around his wrists, each buckle clicking into place with agonizing slowness. Her touch was featherlight, teasing. She took her time, ensuring the restraint was snug yet not painful.

She then moved closer, her face inches from his.

Before he could process her next move, her hands found his neck, her lips ghosting over his skin, barely touching, a whisper of warmth.

Then, she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his Adam’s apple.

His throat bobbed, reacting involuntarily.

And then—to his utter shock—the tip of her tongue flicked over it, warm and wet.

Zethan’s jaw tensed. His muscles coiled, his restraint barely holding him back from flipping her over and taking control.

"Now, remember, hubby... I’m in charge," she murmured, her voice velvet-soft.

Then came the word that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Honey... please go ahead, lay straight."

The way she always said it—so sweet, yet sinfully angelic—sent his mind reeling.

Without hesitation, he obeyed, sinking onto the bed, watching her every movement. She was in control now. And that thought alone was almost too much.

Lilia leaned in, moving until she sat directly atop him, her legs framing his sides. Her voice was a whisper against his skin.

"Eyes on me,."

He did as she commanded, his gaze locking onto hers.

Slowly, she undid the first button of his shirt. Then the second. Each one came undone with meticulous precision, her lips slightly parted, a teasing smile playing at the corners. Then, she gave him a slow, deliberate wink.

His body stiffened, surprised by the boldness of her actions.

She straddled him, her body pressing intimately close, heat radiating from her into him.

And then—before he could think, before he could react—she leaned down, lying atop him, her full, ample softness pressing against his hard chest.

That wasn’t all.

Her lips found his jaw, kissing it softly before tracing her tongue along the sharp angle.

Zethan’s body tensed.

How the hell did she know how to do this?

Where had she researched this?

A groan escaped his lips, and Lilia shivered.

She wanted to hear more.

Her shyness still lingered, evident in the faint pink on her cheeks, but his reactions emboldened her.

Before Zethan knew it, she pulled away, locking eyes with him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his gaze dark and hungry.

Her heart pounded as she lifted a hand, tracing the sharp curve of his jaw—the exact place she had just kissed—down to his lips, before teasing them with a slow, deliberate pinch.

Zethan licked his lips unconsciously, his wet tongue grazing her fingers, his body reacting on its own.

Lilia’s heart pounded.

Just as he parted his lips for her, she leaned in—

Only to give him a soft peck.

Then, she grazed her teeth over his bottom lip before sucking it lightly.

Then—she pulled away again.

Damn it.

Everything was slow.

Agonizingly slow.

Lilia’s hands glided up his arms, trailing over his chest, fingertips exploring the firm muscles beneath them.

Zethan was losing it.

This was his wife—his wife—yet she was still strangling him.

Restraining him.

Torturing him.

With excruciating slowness, she pushed the shirt away. Since his hands were tied, it wouldn’t come off completely, but that wasn’t the problem.

What mattered now was that his drool-worthy, gorgeous body was now fully exposed to her gaze.

And she drank him in.

She could hardly believe it—Zethan Lyall was actually under her control.

Unbelievable.

Her hands skimmed down, tracing the defined lines of his abs.

"Tell me, honey, how do you feel?" she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

Her hands moved up and down slowly, massaging his abs, his chest.

Zethan’s jaw tightened. His hungry stare burned into her.

If she hadn’t tied his hands, he would have pounced on her already.

"Good," he rasped. "You’re doing great, wife."

It was too good.

Yet he wanted more.

The slowness was making him want more and more.

Lilia tilted her head, feigning disappointment.

"Good? Great? Oh my... that means I’m not even doing well? Not even excellent or extraordinary? Looks like I need to increase your punishment."

Zethan groaned. Her voice alone was so soft The rich, silky lilt of it wrapped around his senses, coiling tight, unraveling his restraint thread by thread. He was already imagining how she’d sound screaming his name when he—

"Extraordinary, wife," he managed to grit out, his voice hoarse with restraint. "You’re doing too well."

"Too late, babe."

His lips parted. Babe.

The way she said it was decadently sinful, like it was meant to be whispered only in the dark, only for him. The way it rolled off her tongue, soft and teasing, sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to his core.

Then she moved.

Still straddling his chest, Lilia turned her back to him, her toned thighs framing his sides as she shifted her weight, her hips brushing against him in ways that made him clench his fists. From his position beneath her, he could only see the smooth, enticing curve of her back, the teasing sway of her body as she settled into position.

Zethan’s breath hitched.

Slowly—torturously—her delicate fingers traced the lines of his abs, dragging a featherlight touch over his heated skin, inching lower toward his waistband. His muscles coiled tight in anticipation, the heat of her fingertips leaving a burning path down his torso.

She reached the deep-cut V-line of his hips, her nails grazing over the ridges of muscle.

Zethan’s body tensed, another low groan spilling from his lips as he waited—desperate, helpless beneath her.

And then, she smirked.

A wicked, knowing smirk.

The anticipation nearly killed him.

Just as she was about to slip her hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, Zethan’s voice broke through the thick, charged air—rough, needy, unhinged.

"Go on, Loris. Touch it."

His voice was barely above a whisper, but the raw hunger in it sent a shiver down Lilia’s spine.

He was sweating now, his entire body taut with restraint. It was maddening. She was maddening.

And to his absolute shock—she giggled.

Soft. Sweet. Cruel.

Then she tilted her head slightly, just enough for him to catch the edge of her playful, seductive smile.

"Honey... no rush." Her voice was slow, languid, dripping with control. "I’m in charge."

The words nearly undid him.

Zethan let out a harsh exhale, his hands clenching into fists. Still bound. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do a damn thing except feel.

And she knew it.

She was punishing him.

Her soft palm finally slipped beneath his waistband, fingers curling around his already rigid c*ck. Zethan inhaled sharply, his throat bobbing as a deep groan rumbled in his chest. His jaw locked, his muscles flexing under her touch as he fought the burning instinct to thrust into her hand.

Then she moved.

Slow, torturous strokes.

His sweet little wife was finally giving him what he wanted—but at her own, infuriatingly unhurried pace.

Zethan moaned sharply, his head tipping back against the pillows. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his breath came out in uneven pants. The pleasure built, white-hot and consuming, spreading through his entire body.

"Faster, sweetheart," he ground out, his voice a near snarl.

But then—

She stopped.

His entire body froze.

Her hand pulled away.

His dazed, pleasure-drunk gaze snapped to her, disbelief flashing in his darkened eyes. But before he could even process the loss, she turned toward him, her voice calm. Too calm.

"I’ve changed my mind." Her lips curled in satisfaction. "That’s all for tonight."

Zethan’s mind blanked.

For a split second, everything short-circuited. Thoughts, logic, reason—gone.

And then—

Before Lilia could even react, she was no longer in control.

In a single, razor-sharp movement, Zethan flipped her, his body pressing her into the mattress. One of his hands caught both of hers, pinning them above her head with unyielding strength. His grip was firm, his body caging hers beneath him.

Her breath hitched.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Hadn’t she tied his hands?

Her gaze darted down.

The belt.

It was on the floor.

Her stomach dropped.

When—how—had he freed himself?

Zethan smirked, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, predatory whisper.

"Oh no, wife," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "You better finish what you started."

His control was slipping. His patience was gone.

Lilia, despite the sudden shift of power, only smiled up at him—a slow, taunting grin.

"Oh, honey," she purred, eyes gleaming.

"But I’m in charge, remember?"