Chapter 252: The Devil and Little ginger
No matter what she chose it was going to be a win for him. Cedric feeding her with his mouth was going to be super embarrassing, especially in front of the maids.
She definitely didn’t want to have that monstrosity between his legs anywhere near her or inside her, although she was still a bit heated from the bath. Her sore legs could not move an inch earlier pressed together. ’ stop having slutty thoughts, Abrielle. Remember, he is the big bad devil with wicked horns.’ she reminded herself, trying to picture this devilishly gorgeous man as an ugly devil.
Abrielle closed her eyes and then drew in a deep breath before slowly parting her lips. Cedric brought the spoon to her mouth which she accepted under duress
"Good girl," he praised, pressing a smug kiss against her temple. She scoffed at him, the sweet taste of the pancakes was worth the humiliation. She chewed carefully with a scowl on her face pretending to hate it.
"It tastes awful," she sneered, lying through her teeth. "I can fix that," Cedric said, tilting her face to gaze at him. A cheesy smile on his face. Abrielle’s heart exploded. She had to flee, his heart could not handle it.
If he continued this way, she might end up falling for him, tying her to this plot. She didn’t want that, so please, he should be gentle with her heart. Those were all her wishful thinking before she melted completely under his lips.
Why hasn’t she learnt that Cedric was toying with her? He could read through her false persona and play with it. His mouth tasted like strawberry. The kiss was tender and a bit sweet. Cedric enjoyed the sweetness of her lips before his tongue sneakily entered her mouth, exploring to find her rebellious tongue.
He was right the pancakes did taste better this way. Abrielle leaned in subconsciously, returning the kiss; she wasn’t fighting against it. It was like Cedric had broken her every resolve against him.
Abrielle was scared of Cedric not just because he was a devil but because of how he was slowly breaking her resolve. He was getting under her skin. A slow moan left her lips, Abrielle’s eyes shot out, and she froze, realizing what she was doing. Out of instinct, she shoved him away.