The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 13
A fragile voice, so faint it seemed on the verge of vanishing, escaped her lips. The rebellious spirit from moments ago had utterly disappeared. Rezus gazed down at her silently.
“Please… don’t do this.”
Psyche trembled as she looked up at him. With a man more than twice her size looming over her and blocking her escape entirely, she felt like prey cornered by a predator.
“I’m begging you…”
Biting down hard on her lower lip, she raised her hands to push against his chest. But the moment she did, Rezus seized her arms, pinning them firmly against the bed. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer to her.
“Don’t resist too much. I won’t be holding back.”
His low, chilling voice, almost like a purr, slipped past his crimson lips, sending a shiver through her. Slowly, he tilted his head. The deep, rich scent unique to an adult man surrounded her, warm breath brushing just above her lips. Psyche lay frozen, as though caught in a spider’s web, unable to move.
“…If roughness is your preference, then go ahead and resist.”
Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Psyche urgently turned her head to the side, finally finding her voice.
“No, please don’t. I… I’m not…”
Her delicate brows knit together in distress, and her soft pink lips turned white from how fiercely she bit down on them, unaware that this act only fueled his sadistic streak.
Watching her intently with a darkened gaze, Rezus murmured lowly.
“Don’t tell me… this is your first time.”
“…”
Psyche said nothing. Her silence was an answer in itself. A heavy stillness filled the space between them, pressing down like an unbearable weight.
The longer the silence stretched, the harder it became for Psyche to breathe. Whether it was the lingering shock from the earlier threats or the tension now coursing through her body for an entirely different reason, she couldn’t tell. Overwhelmed by the chaos in her mind, she tightly shut her eyes.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.”
Rezus’s large, firm hand gently cupped her left cheek. With his thumb, he brushed over her lower lip, stopping her from biting down any further. Psyche’s rose-petal lips parted slightly, trembling. As he softly stroked her upper and lower lips, he murmured in a low, deliberate tone.
“I plan to ruin you completely.”
Then, without hesitation, he tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Blame it on the fact that you’re that bastard’s sister.”
Realizing just how close his face was, Psyche instinctively tried to turn her head away, but before she could, his lips captured hers in one swift motion. Her eyes widened in shock.
His lips and breath were far too soft and sweet, stealing the air from her lungs. He pressed firmly against her lips, pushing her into submission, before alternating between softly sucking her upper and lower lips with deliberate slowness.
While she was frozen in place, Rezus’s large hand slid behind her head, cradling it as his lips nipped hers lightly. Taking advantage of the parted opening, his tongue slipped inside.
The wet, slick tongue glided along her inner cheek before curling around her own, coaxing it, and then moving deeper, exploring leisurely. He moved as though claiming every part of her lips and mouth for himself.
“Mmgh…”
He tilted his head deeper, parting her now-wet lips even further as he invaded her with greater intensity. His tongue nudged hers gently, coaxing it to entwine with his. The wet, sticky sound of their tongues mingling echoed softly. What began as an impossibly tender kiss gradually turned rougher. Their tongues tangled messily, breaths growing ragged.
Sliding his hand around her waist, Rezus slowly stroked her back in a teasing manner, sending shivers down Psyche’s spine.
“Ah…”
She let out a faint, involuntary moan as her body trembled. His movements became rougher, his exploration of her mouth fierce, as though he intended to devour her entirely.
“Mmgh…!”
The heat between them was already overwhelming, but Rezus’s relentless intensity left her breathless, as if she might suffocate. Freed from his grip, Psyche pushed against his chest with her trembling hands, turning her head away abruptly.
“Hah… hah…”
