Chapter 172 — The Tease & The Snap ..
Their bodies thrummed in perfect, fevered sync—water sluicing between them, steam veiling the raw edge of their need as Maximilian's hands gripped her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer.
Marcelline's lips trailed fire down his throat, nipping the iron pulse there, her tongue swirling slow and deliberate while his groans rumbled like thunder against her mouth.
His fingers dug into her hips through the silver gown, bunching the fabric higher, every touch a spark threatening to ignite the inferno—hunger coiling tight, desire demanding he lose himself completely in her velvet heat.
She felt it—the moment his ruthless control frayed to nothing, his body arching into hers with feral urgency, lips crashing back to claim hers in a bruising kiss that tasted of surrender.
Golden-amber eyes gleamed with wicked triumph as her nails raked his back, bodies grinding in the water's embrace, tension spiraling toward shattering release.
But just as his breath broke on a ragged growl, mind teetering into oblivion—
She stopped.
Completely.
Marcelline pulled back with feline grace, lips swollen and glistening, her smirk pure devilish delight as she pressed a single finger to his chest—halting him mid-lunge.
The dream-pool stilled around them, steam parting like a curtain to reveal her glowing eyes, cocky and unyielding.
Maximilian froze, chest heaving, dark gaze feral with frustration, arousal etched in every tense line of his unbreakable frame.
"Easy, baby Ness," she purred, voice husky silk laced with teasing laughter, her finger tracing lazy circles over his racing heart.
"You were this close to begging... and I haven't even started playing yet."
She tilted her head, wet hair cascading like midnight temptation, lips curving in that same mesmerizing smirk from their first collision—the one that had unraveled him and Kyron like lost puppies on the roadside.
His breath shuddered out, hands flexing at his sides as ruthless CEO instincts clawed back through the haze—unshakable will reasserting itself, jaw hardening into the steel that crushed empires.
Golden desire still burned in his eyes, conflicted and raw, but the king of the business world snapped sharp, voice gravel-low and commanding.
"Why are you in my dream?"
Marcelline arched a perfect brow, unfazed, her aura pulsing playful danger as she leaned in—just close enough for her breath to ghost his lips, teasing without mercy.
"Oh, darling... recognize me now?" She laughed softly, low and intoxicating, golden eyes dancing with amusement. "The 'forbidden angel' who roasted you and your puppy assistant on the highway. Your logic was cute then... but this?"
Her finger trailed up to his jaw, hovering without touching, voice dropping to velvet whisper. "This is me deciding you're worth the fun."
Maximilian's gaze darkened, ruthless edge sharpening as memory flooded back—the car crash, her descent like divine wrath wrapped in silk, the way she'd toyed with his words until his unbreakable facade cracked.
He straightened, towering over her even in the dream, voice a controlled growl that hid the deep attraction still throbbing through him—for family he softened, but for her? She ignited something primal, complicated, undeniable.
"You mesmerized Kyron. Tried it on me. This isn't a game you win."
Her smirk widened, devilish angel incarnate, leaning back against the pool's edge with cocky elegance—curves on sinful display, aura wrapping him in teasing warmth.
"Win? Oh, baby Ness, I'm not playing to win... I'm playing to make you crave losing."
She beckoned with a curl of her finger, eyes flashing silver-gold promise. "Admit it—that hunger? It's deeper than boardrooms and broken cars. Deeper than the ruthlessness you hide for your little family."
Her voice turned romantic torment, soft yet searing. "Question is... how long until the king begs his devil to rule?"
Tension crackled anew, his hands itching to reclaim her, conflicted fire blazing—ruthless control warring with the ache she alone could spark.
The dream pulsed, waiting for his next move, her teasing laugh echoing like forbidden music.
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Author's Note 🔥😏❤️🔥💖 :
Habibies, that tease + snap was PURE FIRE! 😈 Marcelline owning the ruthless king while he fights back... chef's kiss!
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