Chasing The Vengeful Villainous Heiress-Chapter 46: An uninvited guest through the window

Valerie was given her room and she stayed inside all day. There was not much for the day left but she spent the remaining time staring at the ceiling as well as the interior of the room.

She didn’t want to be seen too much so she did not go outside and even had her meal inside her room.

She was also so exhausted that she wanted to sleep but she couldn’t shut her eyes for more than five minutes as she would immediately recall the kiss she had with Maximus.

Yes, that was what was keeping her awake. Memories of her kiss and her fondling act. How could she have been so bold?

She hadn’t seen Max since they parted ways but she couldn’t stop thinking of him. She needed to sleep.

There was just so much she needed to do the next day. Lucy’s birthday would take place the next day and she could never let it go smoothly, so she needed to be relaxed enough to act the Villainess brilliantly.

But here she was, tossing and turning as she could not shut her eyes for even five minutes because of a man. Her husband!

She decided to try again and laid flat on her back with her hands and legs spread out but the moment she decided to think of a lazy topic to help her fall asleep, she visualized herself groping Maximus’ chest.

Alarmed, she sat up and with a flustered face, she shoved her fingers through her hair, messing it up. Why was she thinking about his body now? Why was he in her head? Was she such a lewd person? Even before, in the interrogation room, she licked her lips like she wanted to have a taste of him.

What was wrong with her? Lustful desires had never been part of her traits so why now? And the urge to get strangled by him... To have him bruise her...

Maybe she wasn’t as calm and collected as she thought she was. Maybe this was her true self.

"It seems I came at the right time." She heard Maximus’ voice and raised her gaze to see him sitting on her window frame. "Good thing you weren’t asleep. I wondered what I would’ve done if you were."

"Ma-maximus?" She called, her voice slightly breaking.

But she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was dark and this might just be a figment of her imagination. She had thought of him so much that she might have been hallucinating.

"You seem like you were expecting me. Did I guess wrong?" He asked as he drew closer and she shook her head.

This was definitely him and he was... Approaching.

"Max, what are you doing here? It’s late."

"Precisely why I’m here." He said and finally got to her bed, he leaned closer, his nose slightly brushing against hers. "Since it’s dark, I figured this is the perfect time to continue from where we left off."

"Where we... Left off?"

He suddenly took her hand and pushed her down, getting on top of her.

"Don’t tell me you forgot what we did at the beach so soon. That breaks my heart." He grinned and she realized what he was talking about.

But what did he mean continue? Was he planning to go all the way? In the Stewart’s mansion? Was he serious?

Her eyes widened. Again, he was reading her like she was a plain piece of paper.

"Max, I don’t think we can do anything now. Not here." She said, "There are guards outside my room. They can hear us."

"Oh? What do you think they’ll hear? Is it your voice? Moans filled with satisfaction and ecstasy?" He asked while trailing his hand up her legs slowly and she gulped. "Or is it the movement of the bed creaking to my every thrust?"

"M-Max." She stuttered, her calmness slowly falling. "We’ll get... Caught." She managed to say, feeling his hand sliding lady her legs and up her body.

His hands were practically exploring all parts of her body and she could not think straight. Yes, she had anticipated this to happen after the kiss that afternoon but she didn’t think it would happen so soon.

She wasn’t prepared. She couldn’t do this.

But funny, even when she told herself that, she was eagerly anticipating what he would do to her.

Her calmness fell and she stared at him with eyes that craved for more.

"Max, we really shouldn’t do this here." She said and he raised his gaze to meet her eyes.

He saw the eager expression on her face and almost sniggered. He didn’t think she would react this much and just thought it would be fun to tease her a bit, but he was loving this.

Her mouth saying one thing and her body saying another.

He grabbed her breast and roughly kneaded, but she did well not to moan and kept her lips pursed.

"Come on, where’s the fun if you keep holding your voice back like this?" He asked and squeezed tight, planted his lips on her neck, and then bit her collarbone, causing her to shut her eyes tight.

He wasn’t trying to be gentle at all. And because of that... She was losing her mind.

"Don’t worry," he whispered with a hoarse voice, his breath itching on her neck, making her shudder. "We won’t go all the way. But you can moan as loud as you want. The doors are soundproof."

He was right about that. No matter what happened inside the room, the guard outside would not be able to hear.

It was like Grandpa Leo knew what would go down at night and gave her this specific room.

The guards were only there to stop anyone from going in and making trouble.

"So, Valerie," He called with a smirk, staring down at the lustful sight below him. "Won’t you moan for me?"

"Maximus, I think this is enough."

"I think your mouth should be prohibited from answering any of my questions." He said and sealed her lips with his own lips. "Your body should be the one doing the talking."

Valerie felt overwhelmed. The pleasure of his hands roaming her entire body was different from when she imagined it.

Just how would it feel once he finally put it in? She wondered.

Then, she felt him inserting his fingers inside her and she shuddered.

’What in the...?’

"Haha, it looks like this place has never been used, but you’re so wet, like your body is familiar with this treatment." Max said and took out his finger to show her the sticky substance he got from her insides and then returned his fingers.

He grinned, watching her react to each of his finger thrusts.

"According to my sources, you’ve never been with a man. Why, Valerie? Why did you not decide to be flirtatious? If you did, I am sure dozens of men would fall on their knees to get a taste of this body." He said but she shook her head.

"I’m not a whore, Maximus." She managed to say, her breath going up and down from the movement of his fingers and she clutched his shoulders.

"Of course, you’re not a whore. You’re my wife." He declared and kissed her, giving her the final act to fill her up with ecstasy.

She gripped his shoulder even tighter, digging her nails in and he bit her collarbone, leaving her neck free from the torture of his teeth.

Valerie slumped on the bed, breathing steadily and finally falling asleep.

Max laid beside her, watching her snooze softly and calmly. He brushed her hair aside and hugged her head to himself, his gaze turning dark as he declared.

"You belong to me, Valerie."