Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: "Ahh~ Peter... I Can’t~~" (R-18)

Her legs trembled—actually trembled—and she grabbed the edge of the nearby counter like her body was short-circuiting. Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted, chest flushed and rising like she was already halfway to breaking.

"This is wrong," she breathed, but her eyes were fixed on my lips like she wanted to be ruined by them.

"Is it?" I whispered, letting my thumb graze along her cheekbone—slow and reverent, like I was studying the shape of a woman who forgot she was a masterpiece. "Or is it the first right thing that’s happened to you in years?"

She blinked up at me, dazed. Her body was leaning into mine now, not just willing—desperate. Her hands, trembling, reached for my bare chest like she couldn’t stop herself anymore. Her fingers grazed my skin, and I felt her nails press in—not to hurt, but to hold on. To something real. Something she hadn’t felt in years.

"Tell me to stop," I whispered, lowering my face to hers, my breath brushing over her lips. "Tell me to back off. To put my shirt on. To leave and fix your pipe like none of this happened."

Her lips quivered. She opened her mouth, and I saw the war behind her eyes.

And then—

"I can’t~"

A soft, cracked confession. A cry for freedom wrapped in silk.

"Then don’t."

I closed the gap and kissed her.

The second our lips met, Isabella Rodriguez shattered like she’d been holding herself together with thread and prayers.

"Mmmhhh~~ Pete~"

She let out a broken sound—half sob, half moan—and melted into me like her body had just remembered what it was made for. Her hands pressed against my chest, fingers splaying wide as she clung to me, digging in, like the contact alone was anchoring her back into her own skin.

She gasped as I backed her up against the counter, one hand cupping her jaw, the other sliding beneath her top to find her warm, needy skin.

"Ohhh...~ my god~," she whimpered as my fingers touched her waist, her stomach twitching under my palm like it had forgotten gentle contact.

I activated my ability.

The moment my fingers made full, supernatural contact, she screamed—not in fear, but in shock, in need, like she’d been electrocuted with pleasure.

Her whole body arched off the counter, mouth falling open as a deep, guttural moan tore from her throat. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Her nails dug into my shoulders, trying to pull me closer—harder. Her hips rolled once, searching for friction, and I caught her lower lip between my teeth just to hear the strangled gasp that followed.

"I—Peter—I can’t—" she panted, trying to speak, but her words were falling apart like her willpower.

"You don’t have to talk," I growled, mouth moving to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Just feel."

And oh~, she did.

And now, Isabella Rodriguez was unraveling in my hands like she’d been waiting her whole damn life for someone to finally see her.

To touch her.

Not pain—pleasure so raw it bordered on violent. Her nervous system had been asleep for four years, and now it was waking up all at once. Every inch of her was trembling. Muscles twitching. Breathing ragged. Hips rolling. My touch wasn’t just skin-deep—it was rewriting her entire sense of what it meant to be touched.

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