Villain: I Must NTR All The Hidden Bosses!-Chapter 37: Bold. (R18)

The room was dimly lit, bathed in the warm glow of a single ball of light. The soft flickering of the light cast moving shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and quiet tension.

Kaelan sat at the edge of his bed, his sharp gaze locked onto the woman before him—Martha. His maid. His loyal follower. The woman who had nearly lost her life for him.

She straddled his lap, her soft, plump butt pressed against thighs, her breathing uneven as she stared into his cold but unreadable eyes with lust.

She deserved to be both rewarded and punished. He would do both at the same time.

He raised a hand, trailing his fingers through her silky hair before gripping it and roughly tugging. Her head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck.

Without hesitation, Kaelan leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of warm kisses as he moved downward.

His hot breath fanned her neck and he suckled her smooth, clear skin firmly. She tasted nice. Just the way he liked it.

Martha trembled in his grasp, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if anchoring herself to reality.

Her perky buttocks grinded down against his cock through the fabric of their clothes, and Kaelan could already feel the blood rushing to his cock madly.

He could feel it through the clothes. She was already dripping wet. Wet and ready for him.

She was completely healed now—not even a faint scar remained from her wounds. It was almost as if she had never been hurt, but they both knew better.

Kaelan knew the moment she saw him again, the moment she felt his touch, she had been holding back. Restraint. Longing. Need.

He could feel it all in the way she responded to him now. This young lady was obsessed with him.

His hands wandered, exploring the familiar curves of her waist and cupping her fat ass in his hands before slipping beneath the fabric of her gown.

He kneaded her plump backside and caressed her inner thighs teasingly. He was already familiar with all her favourite spots.

Kaelan’s hands roamed lower, bunching up the hem of her maid’s gown as he admired the sight beneath, his eyes dark with appreciation.

Soft smooth skin. Round, jiggly ass. A white lace panty.

The sight beneath was just as breathtaking as he remembered. A smirk tugged at his lips. Without warning, he brought his hand down—a sharp but playful slap against her soft skin.

Slap!

A gasp escaped her, followed by a quiet moan that melted into his mouth as he captured her lips once again.

The control. The power. The way she yielded to him. Kaelan relished it.

Without breaking their embrace, he tightened his grip around her and effortlessly lifted her up. Rising to his feet, he placed her back down, his movements smooth and commanding.

And then, with one swift, practised motion, he tore her maid’s gown apart. The delicate fabric shredded beneath his strength, slipping from her body like petals falling from a flower.

A habit. That’s what this had become.

And honestly? He loved it.

Martha shivered, not from the cold, but from his touch. His hands moved with a purpose, exploring, teasing, as if memorizing every inch of her all over again.

He cupped her massive breasts with both hands and breathed in her wonderful scent once again before taking one erect, pink nipple into his mouth.

"Annng≈" As he suckled her breasts, Martha’s voluptuous body grew weak and leaned into his grasp. Her body trembled with every nibble, every suckle and every teasing bite of her nipples.

In return, she reached for him, her delicate fingers sliding into his pants and wrapping around his erect cock.

Her hands were warm and soft around his cock, stroking his skin, sending sparks of heat through his veins.

Kaelan’s breathing deepened. The air between them grew thick, charged with something undeniable.

Martha was his. She had given herself to him, trusted him, followed him without hesitation.

And in moments like these, when their worlds faded away and only the two of them remained, he allowed himself to take what was his.

And tonight, he intended to remind her of that.

Easily this time, Kaelan took of his clothes at top speed. He was no longer he helpless noob that he was when he first came to this world.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate paths down Martha’s spine, feeling the way she shivered beneath his touch. She was soft, impossibly warm, and completely his.

His grip tightened around her waist as he leaned in, his lips trailing possessively along the curve of her neck. Martha gasped, arching into him, her hands clenching against his back.

Kaelan smirked against her skin. His hands roamed lower, sliding across smooth soft skin and cupping fat, plump butt again.

He chuckled darkly, giving her a teasing spank, his palm meeting her skin with a satisfying sound. She trembled, biting down on his collarbone in retaliation.

Bold.

But he liked it.

With a low growl of approval, he lifted her effortlessly, standing to his full height before laying her down beneath him.

As he hovered over her, eyes dark with unreadable intent, he savored the way she looked—flushed, expectant, and entirely vulnerable under his gaze.

Then, as if unable to hold back any longer, he moved. He climbed over her, settling into her, melding with her.

His throbbing cock found its way to her warm, moist pussy. His tip nestled between her wet folds and he could feel the heat from her.

Then he thrust.

His full erection slid into her tight, slippery pussy, sinking into her wet sweetness. Her walls squeezed tightly around him. Milking him. Juicing him. It felt so good.

He slid out and thrust into her again. And again. And again.

Their bodies moved together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. Every touch, every whispered gasp, every shift of movement built upon the fire between them.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

His fingers traced every inch of her skin, memorizing her, owning her. He kissed her deeply, swallowing the soft sounds that escaped her lips as he pumped her tight hole.

Martha’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans filled the room as Kaelan’s massive erection ravaged her. But just as the passion reached its peak—

Kaelan stopped.

Martha let out a desperate sound of protest, her eyes hazy with confusion as he pulled away.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. There was something sharp in his gaze, something predatory.

Then, without hesitation, he disentangled their bodies, rose to his feet, and strode toward the door, still bare, his posture rigid with unshakable purpose.

The room was silent except for Martha’s heavy breathing.

She watched, bewildered, as Kaelan reached for the handle, his movements swift and decisive.

Then, with a powerful yank, he pulled the door open.

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