Semua Bab Reborn: The Duke’s Unbothered Villainess: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I could feel Alaric's caress on my breasts. I could see his eyes as they burned into mine. I could taste his kisses. I could smell his scent. It had been some time since this body felt this way. I wanted more.I moaned again as he stroked my folds gently, teasing them and tormenting me with soft, light touches. I grabbed his head and began to slide slowly up and down his hand. I could see my reflection in his eyes. Painfully asking me to let go. I felt his gaze like I'm the air he needed.Heat flushed my cheeks, and shame and need combined as he slid a finger deep inside. His thumb rubbed my clit. I moaned his name again and again and bit down on my bottom lip, I was painfully wet, and my thighs tight. I grounded my pelvis into his hand.My hard nipples strained against my bra. My breath came in short, sharp gasps. He groaned. I couldn't hold back much longer. “Let go, sweetheart. Cum for me.”I didn't want to hold back. I craved the release that was just out of reach. No! I wanted mo

“Don’t lie, my lady, I can smell the tension from here. The castle walls trembled. The maids made bets. I lost five gold.”Alaric laughed.I glared at him and continued.“Anyway—focus. We have a problem. A big one. The southern rebellion? It’s no longer just farm-burners and wild mages. It’s coordinated. It’s funded. Someone is moving pieces behind the board. And guess what, my darling lightning prodigy? They’re looking for you.”“What.” I blinked.“Yes. You. Not Alaric. Not the king. Not the royal heirs. You. Word of your awakening has spread, and now there are whispers. Ancient bloodlines. Forgotten prophecies. Blah blah blah. You’re apparently the spark that was foretold in some old dusty tome. I didn’t believe it at first, but then the thunder started whenever you cried, and well—here we are.”I stared at the letter.Thunder had struck the day I cried over Abby’s diary…“You okay?” Alaric asked quietly.I nodded, stunned. “Yeah. Just—reading.”Norma, standing there still wide-eyed

Meanwhile, behind the supply tent, our captured rebel mage was screaming bloody murder about ants and bees.“I swear by the gods!” the prisoner cried. “They’re massive! Giant ants! They’re crawling in my boots! I can hear them thinking!”“A grown man who killed villagers is now afraid of insects,” I muttered. “Unbelievable.”“Absolutely tragic,” Norma deadpanned, sipping from her mug. “We should send in a toddler with a flyswatter.”Eventually, the men around us finished their food, and the morning report began. Alaric’s top lieutenants described minor skirmishes near the border villages, signs of burned farms, and strange tracks leading into the Dark Forest behind us. A place even locals refused to enter. Cold, damp, thick with shadows. Something lurked there. And not just goblins.Alaric, still somehow regal even while leaning against a post and drinking coffee like it was a war strategy, gave his order.“We split our forces into four. Two teams reinforce the east villages. One swee

We laid down. Back-to-back. Not touching. Not breathing.Not thinking about the other night or the river kiss or how his arm brushed mine just now—“You’re doing it again,” I said in the dark.“Doing what?”“Looking at me like you want to kiss me.”He turned, face barely inches from mine in the low candlelight. “That’s because I do.”Our eyes locked. The silence pulled taut.And then...He kissed me.This time, not slow.Not polite.Hungry. Hands tangled in sheets and hair and hesitation. Our legs tangled. Our hearts raced. Lips brushed, then pressed, then devoured. Like he was trying to memorize me. Like I was a language he’d forgotten but desperately wanted to relearn.When we finally pulled away, breathless, I stared at him.“You’re going to ruin me.”“Too late.”From the next room, Norma loudly sneezed and then whispered, “Scandalous.”We ignored her.Because the only thing more dangerous than rebellion?Desire.The candle flickered on the nightstand like it knew something scandal

A Few Hours LaterThe sun dipped behind the mountains, casting a golden haze over the valley like the gods themselves had decided to flirt with the landscape.Our camp was nestled near a lazy curve of the lake, with tents scattered in semi-order, and a dark forest yawning to the west like a warning. Beyond that, the silhouette of a volcano loomed in the distance—majestic, dangerous, slightly sexy in a “you might explode” kind of way. Honestly, the whole setting screamed fantasy war camp with a dash of romantic tension.Norma, naturally, had taken over the firepit. She stirred a bubbling pot with a spoon that looked more like a weapon than cookware, barking instructions at the knight helping her. And by “instructions,” I meant thinly veiled flirtation.“If you slice the potatoes too thick, you’ll break my heart,” she purred.The poor knight stammered and blushed all the way to the potato sack.Meanwhile, I was definitely not flirting. I was absolutely just sitting beside the lake on a