Chapter 10: A lust to die for
Cedric stared at the wine in Abrielle's hand and knew immediately that it was compromised, but how could he say no to his crazy wife who was thinking of poisoning him on their wedding night?
He loved playing dangerous games and knew a thousand and one ways to make this marriage a living hell for her. He smiled at her, showing off his gorgeous dimples, which made Abrielle curious about what he might look like behind the gold mask on his face.
He accepted the wine glass twirling it in his hand before bringing it close to his nose to perceive. It was very subtle, but his nose could sense the poison, and it was a very potent one. He wondered how she had sneaked it with her when he got rid of all the ones hidden among her luggage.
He tilted the wine brim to his lips and to sip it. Abrielle did her best to hold back her excitement, and then Cedric suddenly drew back the glass without drinking from it making her eyes dull. Did he sense something was wrong with the wine, she wondered?
"How about you feed it to me with your mouth? I prefer drinking from your lips than from the glass." He mentioned it took Abrielle off balance. She was not expecting him to suggest such a thing, but if it was important for her goals, she would gladly oblige.
"Whatever my husband wishes." She chimed with a beautiful smile, the smile of a seductress and temptress. Cedric had seen that smile a lot of times, but when it came from her; it seemed like he was looking at a true Villainess.
Abrielle picked her glass to swallow from, which made Cedric certain the entire bottle was poisoned. She was crazy enough to put her life at risk just to get rid of him.
She nervously looked at him, her eyes locked with his gold eyes that blended with the soft glow from the candles. She slowly closed her eyes and then sealed her lips with Cedric, transferring all the poisoned contents to his mouth, which he willingly accepted.
She naively thought he would let go of her lips after having a taste of it but to her dismay. Cedric's hand grabbed her head, preventing her from moving away; he swallowed the wine that gave him a burning sensation in his throat as his tongue pried through her agape lips to explore her mouth and claim her addictive lips.