A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

The shower's roar fades into the background, replaced by the soft hum of air conditioning.

The lights are dim, casting a warm, golden glow over the space.

The room is lavish, with plush carpets that sink beneath his steps and elegant furnishings that scream opulence—dark wood, gleaming glass, and silk curtains that billow slightly from the cool air.

He doesn't pause to admire the view of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He doesn't stop to catch his breath.

Instead, he marches straight to the massive bed that dominates the center of the room.

The bedspread is deep burgundy, made of some soft, luxurious fabric that looks like it would swallow you whole if you sank into it.

And that's exactly where I end up.

With one swift, effortless motion, he throws me onto the bed.

"Ahh!?"

My body bounces slightly on the soft mattress, and a gasp escapes my lips as I stare up at him, wide-eyed.

The shock of it leaves me speechless—one moment, I was pressed against him in the shower, and now I'm sprawled out on this enormous bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

The world feels tilted, surreal.

The water dripping from my clothes soaks into the sheets beneath me, and I can't tell if it's the cold air or his piercing gaze that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Haa...haaa..." I push myself up onto my elbows, trying to catch my breath, my wet hair clinging to my face.

"What are you—" I start, but the words die in my throat as he leans over me, his eyes dark and hungry.

There's a wildness in them that I've never seen before—a hunger that makes my stomach twist in both fear and something I can't quite name.

His lips curl into a faint smirk as he watches me, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.

"I promise this will be the last time," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends heat pooling low in my stomach. "So I intend to make the most of it."

"Huh?" Before I can even think to respond, his hands are on me again, gripping both of my hands together with a possessive force.

The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on, pressing me further into the soft sheets.

"Unh...Aven...." I whisper, my voice barely audible, my mind still trying to catch up with what's happening.

But his lips capture mine again before I can say anything more, silencing my protests while his hand forces mine above my head.

The kiss is just as fierce as before, if not more so.

There's no escape, no reprieve.

All I can do is cling to him, my fingers curling in an attempt to free myself, but held by his one hand, it appears I am truly weak with both of my hands above my head, while I am under both of his legs, my lips clearly at his mercy.

I am definitely not going to go back once I let myself be pushed further.

I remembered that yesterday he had told me how he would help me one last time, giving me the impression that he was not going to meet me again.

So, as he said, today was really our last day of meeting, but I would have never imagined it would escalate this much.

Wasn't he Marquess Croceaus?

The one and only... ah, my mind.

My mind is spinning, every thought dissolving under the force of his lips on mine.

I can barely think, let alone breathe, with how fiercely he's claiming my mouth.

His hand clamps around my wrists, holding them firmly above my head, and no matter how much I try to struggle, I can't budge an inch.

"A-ahn...mmhh..." I whimper against his mouth, the sound swallowed by his lips pressing even harder against mine.

The way he's holding me—so unyielding, so sure—makes my stomach twist with a strange mix of frustration and raw desire.

"Umh...Ahnn" I can't stop the shuddering moan that escapes me when his teeth graze over my lower lip, tugging at it before plunging back in to devour me again.

The weight of him presses me deeper into the bed, his legs pinning mine down effortlessly.

I'm trapped beneath him, every breath shaky and shallow as his hand begins to wander lower, down the curve of my waist.

The fabric of my shirt is already bunched up from our earlier tussle, and I feel his fingers slipping underneath it, exploring the bare skin of my stomach.

'!?'

"Nnhh...w..a..it...Ah..." My voice comes out in a broken whisper, a plea that even I don't understand.

His touch is rough and demanding, his fingers sliding higher, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The cool air hitting my exposed skin sends a shiver through me, my nipples tightening into hard peaks even before he reaches them.

"Unghh!" His fingers slide beneath my bra, pushing it aside, and I can't hold back the soft, desperate moan that spills from my lips when he finally cups my breast.

His palm is warm and rough, and the way he's touching me—like he's both savoring and claiming every inch—makes my thighs clench together in a futile attempt to control the aching need that's building between them.

Finally, he let my lips be free.

"Ahh... oh, Ahnngh...Av..en..." His name slips from my locked lips again, this time a breathless moan that's half a sob as he pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

The sharp mix of pain and pleasure makes me arch off the bed, my back bowing as a rush of heat floods through me.

My body reacts instinctively, pressing into his touch even as my mind screams at me to resist.

I try to twist free, my hands straining against his grip, but he doesn't let up.

Instead, he shifts his weight slightly, trapping me even more securely beneath him.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice a low growl against my ear, sending a hot shiver straight down my spine.

Slurp

He bites down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and I can't stop the needy cry that escapes me.

"Unh!?—it hurts..."

His other hand moves lower, abandoning my breast to slide down my stomach, his fingers toying with the waistband of my jeans.

"Haa...haa...haaa..." The anticipation is almost too much, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I feel his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above the fabric.

"Aven... please, I-I..." But the words dissolve into a gasp when he dips his fingers lower, teasing just beneath the waistband.

The button of my jeans pops open under his skilled touch, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my ear, the soft, satisfied hum that rumbles in his chest as he feels how my body is responding to him.

I'm panting now, my mind a hazy mess, my thoughts scattering as his hand slips further down.

The feel of his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of my panties makes me buck my hips, a desperate whimper tearing from my throat.

I can't help it—every touch, every brush of his lips against my skin is driving me insane, my body betraying me completely.

His eyes lock onto mine, dark and filled with something primal, as he lifts himself up slightly to look at me.

His gaze is like a physical touch, and I can feel myself melting under it, my defenses crumbling.

The wetness pooling between my thighs is undeniable now, the slick heat a telltale sign of just how far gone I am.

"Aven..." I breathe his name, my voice barely more than a whisper.

My body trembles as his fingers slide lower, the cool air hitting my exposed skin as he finally pushes my jeans down.

The look in his eyes as he watches me, as he sees the way my body is giving in to him, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

It's over—I've lost.

The fight I tried to put up feels like a distant memory now.

All I can do is gasp and moan, helpless under his touch, my mind completely lost to the sensations he's drawing out of me.

'!'

As his fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans, slowly peeling them down, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

"You have no idea," he whispered, his voice like velvet, "just how breathtaking you look right now."

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