Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 187: The Night Has Just Begun

Vivi's heart still thrummed with the warmth of Cassius's embrace, his laughter echoing in her ears as he kissed her knuckles, his teasing admission of his rakish past sparking a playful glint in her eyes.

But as her mother's worried voice filtered through the door, a sudden curiosity seized her, a question bubbling up that she couldn't resist asking.

She fixed him with a knowing, inquisitive gaze, her lips parting as she spoke, her voice soft but laced with a daring edge.

"Young Master..." She began, tilting her head. "You mentioned those noblewomen with husbands, the ones you've...been with."

"But what if, someday, I'm one of those women? If I'm your wife, and some man tries to sneak into my room, to do what you've done with me tonight."

"...What would you do, as my husband?"

She expected a flash of anger, perhaps a stern rebuke for even suggesting such a scenario, or at the very least a playful deflection.

But to her surprise and a flicker of unease, Cassius's crimson eyes flared, glowing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through her, like glimpsing the fiery depths of hell itself.

For a fleeting moment, his gaze was a torrent of blood-red fury, a primal, possessive force that sent a shiver racing down her spine. Her breath caught, her body tensing instinctively, even though she knew, deep down, he'd never harm her.

Then, as quickly as it appeared, the inferno in his eyes softened, replaced by a devilish smile that was both charming and chilling.

He leaned back, his tone deceptively casual as he plucked an origami crane from the bedside table, its delicate paper wings catching the firelight.

"Oh, I wouldn't do much." He said, his voice smooth but laced with a dark promise. His fingers began to fold the crane, creasing it with a perfect precision as he continued, "You made this little creation, didn't you, Vivi? So intricate, so carefully folded."

"Well, if some fool dared to touch my wife, I'd give him the same treatment as this paper crane right here."

"I'd fold his body all over—his toes to his nose, his knees to his spine, his sorry ass squished right into his face...I'd break his bones, tear his flesh, twist him into a tangled ball of meat and misery, so knotted up no one could ever untangle him."

"They'd have to bury him like that, a pathetic, mangled mess, a warning to anyone who thinks they can touch what's mine."

Vivi gasped, her eyes widening as his words painted a gruesome, vivid picture.

The cruelty of it sent a chill through her, her skin prickling with a cold dread at the thought of such a fate.

Yet, beneath the fear, a molten heat surged within her, her pussy clenching as a fresh wave of wet arousal soaked her thighs. The intensity of his protectiveness, the lengths he'd go to for her, ignited a primal desire that left her breathless.

His willingness to unleash such wrath for her sake, to claim her so fiercely, made her body burn with a lust-filled fervor, her eyes glazing with a love-crazed hunger.

Unable to contain herself, she threw herself onto him, her small frame colliding with his as she peppered his face with fervent, desperate kisses.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"I love you, Young Master!♡~" She cried, her voice trembling with passion, her lips brushing his cheeks, his jaw, his forehead. "I love you so much!♡~ I want you, only you, nothing else!♡~ You're everything to me!♡~"

Her kisses were wild, unrestrained, each one a declaration of her devotion, her body quivering with the intensity of her need. She was a love-drunk girl, lost in the storm of her emotions, her heart and soul laid bare for the man who'd claimed them.

Cassius blinked, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, but a warm chuckle soon followed, his arms wrapping around her to steady her fervor.

"Whoa, Vivi..." He said, his voice rich with amusement and affection. "I appreciate the kisses, my little angel, but we've got to slow down."

"...Your mother's out there, banging on the door, probably ready to break it down. We can't keep her waiting, all anxious like that."

He gently pushed her back, his hands firm but tender, guiding her to sit on the bed.

Her lips parted in a disappointed pout, her eyes shimmering with a craving that hadn't faded. She looked like a child denied a treat, her body still humming with the need for his touch, his attention.

The assertiveness surprised even her—she'd never been so bold, so unabashedly needy, but the fire he'd kindled in her refused to dim and Cassius's gaze softened, a spark of delight dancing in his eyes as he took in her expression.

"Look at you..." He murmured, his voice low and teasing. "My fierce little dragon, all riled up and ready to pounce. I love it when you get like this, Vivi—so wild, so hungry. Makes me want to devour you all over again."

He reached out, patting her head with a gentle, possessive touch, his fingers lingering in her hair.

"But don't worry, my love." He said, his tone warm but laced with a promise. "You might think this night's over, that our debauchery's done, but it's only just begun."

"...We've got plenty more to explore, you and I, and I'm not letting a single interruption stop us forever."

His chuckle was low, a wicked edge to it that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

"Now, cover up quick."

He added, his voice shifting to a practical command as he began to adjust his own clothing, tucking his still semi-hard cock back into his underwear with a grimace of discomfort. frёeωebɳovel.com

"We don't want your mother walking in on this scene, do we?...Let's keep her from suspecting her sweet daughter's turned into such a deliciously dirty girl."

He flashed her a wink, moving toward the door with a confident stride.

Vivi's heart raced, her mind spinning with his cryptic words.

The night's only begun? More debauchery?

The possibilities sent a chill through her, her body tingling with curiosity and lingering arousal as she scrambled to pull her gown back over her shoulders, smoothing it hastily to erase any trace of their scandalous encounter. Her fingers trembled, her pussy still wet and throbbing, a quiet reminder of the passion they'd shared.

She glanced at the door, her mother's voice still calling softly, urgently, and a flicker of nerves mixed with her excitement.

What did Cassius mean? What lay ahead for her, for them, for her mother?

The uncertainty was intoxicating, a promise of something wild and unforgettable.

"Vivi, please!" Her mother's voice came again, sharper now, tinged with panic. "Open the door, darling! I need to know you're alright!"

Vivi shot Cassius a quick look, her smile both nervous and conspiratorial.

"I don't know what exactly you meant by what you said, Young Master and what depraved acts you're going to commit." She murmured, her voice soft and nervous. "But whatever it is just...don't get us in too much trouble with Mother, alright?"

"...I really don't want to disappoint her and show her how naughty her daughter has become because of you."

Cassius grinned, his hand on the door handle, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Well, it's not like I'm the sole reason you turned out to be such a deviant and it's also because of your curiosity to explore my lustful side...But no promises, Vivi." He said, his voice a low purr. "Trouble's my specialty, and you're about to find out just how much fun it can be."

He opened the door a crack, pausing to throw her one last, smoldering look, a silent vow that their night was only the beginning of something far greater...