Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 199: Snuggle With Him!

Despite her resistance, his lap was a haven, its familiar comfort coaxing her to relax, to sink deeper into the embrace she'd savored in private. The thought sent a shiver through her, her body yearning to snuggle closer, to let his heat envelop her, a guilty pleasure she could barely admit even to herself.

Lost in that dangerous reverie, she was jolted by Vivi's voice, bright and insistent.

"Mother!"

Vivi called, her tone carrying an unexpected edge that snapped Diana's attention to her daughter.

Vivi's eyes were wide, her expression full of determination and nervous urgency and she thought her daughter was surely going to call her out for getting too comfortable with Cassius.

But to her utter shock it was the exact opposite.

"You're not sitting close enough to Young Master Cassius!"

"You're perched there like he's a stranger, all stiff and distant."

"You need to snuggle into him, get comfortable, really show he's welcome!"

Hearing this statement that came out of nowhere, Diana's jaw dropped, her blush flaring as embarrassment surged through her.

"Vivi, what are you saying?" She stammered, her voice a flustered whisper, her hands gripping her skirt to steady her trembling fingers. "I'm only sitting here because you and Cassius insisted because there's no other seat!"

"...And there's no need for us to snuggle since w-we don't have...that kind of relationship!"

Her words spilled out, tinged with guilt, a reflexive denial of the immoral bond she shared with Cassius, her heart pounding as she tried to mask the truth. The lie felt heavy, her body betraying her with a pulse of desire, the memory of his touch too vivid to ignore.

But Vivi's expression only hardened, her stubborn streak flaring as she folded her arms, her eyes glinting with resolve.

"No, Mother, you have to!" She said, her voice firm. "The way you're sitting, it's like the Young Master is some outsider, not welcome in our family."

"After everything he's done for us for me he deserves a proper embrace, to know he's close to us!"

"...So, don't treat him like a stranger. Get nice and close, please!"

Her tone was unyielding, her gaze fierce, driven by a desperate need to get her mother as close as she could do Cassius, so that his own fragrance would mask any sort of lingering scent in the air.

Diana's mind reeled, her daughter's behavior a mess of emotion that left her grasping for understanding.

Was this what love did to a girl, scattering her emotions like leaves in a storm?

But the command to snuggle closer, to press herself into the man she secretly craved, was a step too far, a public display that threatened to unravel her composure. Yet, Vivi's stubborn gaze brooked no argument, and Diana knew resistance would only draw more attention.

With a coy sigh, her cheeks flaming, she relented.

"Alright, Vivi." She murmured, her voice barely audible, laced with shy reluctance. "If you insist."

Her body moved almost of its own accord, her hips wiggling as she adjusted her position, her plump ass squishing against Cassius's crotch with a sensual pressure.

The motion sent a jolt through her, her pussy throbbing as she felt the hard outline of him beneath her, a forbidden reminder of their private nights.

She leaned back, her voluptuous curves pressing into his chest, the warmth of his body enveloping her, comforting and electrifying all at once. Her heart raced, the thrill of their closeness under Vivi's gaze both horrifying and exhilarating, her skin tingling with the scandal of it.

As she settled, she glanced up, catching Cassius's eyes looking down at her, his crimson gaze smoldering with desire. Her embarrassment surged, her face burning as she quickly looked away, her breath hitching at the intimacy of his stare. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

She prayed Vivi wouldn't notice the flush creeping down her neck, the way her body seemed to melt into his despite her outward protest.

But Vivi, far from satisfied, took it further, her voice bright but full with nervous determination.

"Young Master..." She said, turning to him, her eyes wide and pleading. "I know this may seem weird but could you...wrap your arms around Mother? Pull her closer, as close as you can? She needs to feel welcome, not so stiff!"

Her tone was insistent, but a flicker of anxiety crossed her face, betraying her desperation to mask her secret, while Diana's frustration flared, her voice rising in a flustered protest.

"Vivi, really!" She exclaimed, her hands fluttering as she tried to intervene. "That's enough—this is already too much!"

But Vivi ignored her, her gaze fixed on Cassius, her expression unwavering, a silent plea for him to comply.

Cassius's smile was bold, a brave, almost gallant curve that made Diana's pulse quicken.

"Of course, Vivi." He said, his voice warm and teasing, his eyes locking onto Diana's with a playful intent. "I'd never mind hugging your mother. She's all soft and warm, like a teddy bear—how could I resist?"

His words sent a shiver through her, her body tingling with embarrassment and immorality and before she could protest, his arms slid around her waist, strong and possessive, pulling her tightly against him in a loving, intimate embrace.

Diana's breath caught, her cheeks blazing as she felt his strength envelop her, his hands resting just above her hips, a touch both tender and commanding.

The embrace was scandalously close, her body molded to his in a way that felt too natural, too familiar, a dangerous echo of their private moments.

Her pussy pulsed, her nipples hardening against her dress, the guilt of her desire warring with the pleasure of his hold. She wanted to squirm, to escape the scrutiny of Vivi's gaze, but his arms held her fast, a silent promise of more to come.

Vivi watched, her smile softening, her earlier urgency giving way to a quiet satisfaction.

She'd acted out of necessity, desperate to keep her mother from detecting the telltale scent of her arousal, but as she observed them—Cassius's arms wrapped around Diana, her mother's curves nestled against his frame, she felt an unexpected ease.

They didn't look out of place, as she'd feared.

Despite the age difference, the unconventional nature of their closeness, they seemed...matched, their bodies fitting together with a natural grace, as if they'd held each other a thousand times before.

The thought flickered briefly in Vivi's mind, but she dismissed it, too focused on her relief that her secret was safe.

Her mother's nose would be filled with Cassius's scent—his cologne, his warmth masking any trace of her indiscretion.

Diana, nestled on his lap, was lost in her own thoughts, her body humming with the scandalous thrill of their closeness, when a sudden movement shattered her reverie.

Cassius's hand, which had been resting possessively around her waist, slid upward, his fingers brushing the undersides of her heavy breasts in a slow, soothing caress.

The touch was subtle, almost absentminded, as if he were kneading her soft flesh to ease his own tension, but it sent a jolt through her, her nipples hardening against her dress.

Frustration surged, her cheeks flaming as she whipped her head back, her voice a fierce whisper.

"Cassius, what are you doing?" She hissed, her eyes wide with alarm. "Not here, not with Vivi right in front of us! Stop it!"

Her words were sharp, laced with panic, her body tensing against his, though the warmth of his touch made her skin tingle with a shameful desire.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"Relax, Diana. I can anything I want underneath, and nothing will happen. Vivi's too busy to notice."

His fingers continued their gentle groping, tracing the curves of her breasts with a brazen confidence, his other arm tightening around her waist, pulling her plush curves deeper into his lap.

And in response, her voice dropped to a desperate whisper, her eyes narrowing.

"I-Is this one of your pranks? The ones you warned me about? Are you playing some game with me?"

Her tone was accusatory, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch, her pussy throbbing with a guilty arousal at his audacity.

Cassius's smile was innocent, his eyes glinting with mischief as he whispered back.

"Pranks? This wasn't my idea, Diana. Your daughter's the one who insisted you snuggle close...If you want to blame anyone, blame Vivi."

His fingers gave her breasts a subtle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp she barely stifled, her face burning with embarrassment and desire.

Diana's frustration flared, her whisper sharp.

"Don't play innocent! You were whispering to her—I saw it! What were you two talking about? Tell me!"

Her eyes searched his, vexed by his secrecy, her curiosity warring with her need to maintain control in this precarious moment.

He chuckled, his voice a teasing purr.

"If you're so curious, ask your daughter yourself...You won't get a word out of me."

His tone was playful, but his refusal was firm, his hand still caressing her breasts, the touch maddeningly distracting.

Her resolve wavered, and she shifted tactics, her eyes softening into a pitiful, pleading gaze, her voice a coy whisper.

"Cassius, please." She murmured, her lips pouting slightly, a vulnerable edge to her tone. "I just want to know...Tell me, please?"

The word lingered, a soft tone that made her feel exposed, her heart pounding as she leaned closer, her body brushing against his.

His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he relented with a sigh.

"Fine, since you're begging so sweetly."

He whispered, his lips grazing her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. But his next words shocked her, his voice dropping to a husky, provocative growl.

"The matter of the fact is that we were talking about how sexy your body is, Diana."

"For your age, you're a marvel—plumper, softer than most young girls."

"Vivi agrees, you know. I told her I want to fuck you so hard, ravage every inch of you until you're screaming my name and she gave you and told me to do so."

Before she could react, he pressed a swift, brazen kiss to the back of her neck, his lips warm and teasing, igniting a fire in her heart.

Diana's face blazed, her eyes darting to Vivi in panic, fearing her daughter had noticed.

But Vivi was preoccupied, her nose subtly sniffing the air, checking for any trace of her own scent, her focus blissfully elsewhere.

Relief flooded Diana, but she glared at Cassius, her whisper fierce. "Cassius! You!...You! How dare you be so bold with her right there?"

Her voice trembled, indignation masking the horny pulse in her pussy, the taboo feeling of his touch in such a forbidden setting making her body ache with a shameful desire.

Deep down, the audacity of being so intimate with a man who wasn't her husband, right under her daughter's nose, sent a dark, exhilarating heat through her, her nipples straining against her dress, her thighs pressing together to quell the need building within her...