Chapter 8 Fuck! I need her

Liliana bit her lower lip repeatedly, unable to shake the anticipation and anxiety building within her. She couldn't stop thinking about how Valerian had coldly used her in his attempt to harm two people. He was truly ruthless.

"You're going to leave it swollen," Valerian's voice broke through her thoughts. She turned her head to look at him, startled by his sudden attention.

Their eyes met, and Valerian's hand reached out, gently tracing her lips. Liliana instinctively pulled back, but he was faster, sliding his hand to the back of her head and pulling her closer.

"I think if your lips get swollen from kissing, it would be far better than from this constant biting," Valerian murmured, his gaze searching hers before dropping to her rosy pink lips, which glistened slightly from the nervous biting.

Liliana glanced nervously at the driver, who was focused on the road ahead. How could Valerian speak so brazenly in front of others? The embarrassment burned in her cheeks, making her feel both exposed and confused by his audacity.

"Where are we going?" Liliana asked, quickly shifting the conversation to something else. "Master," she added with a touch of sarcasm, deliberately emphasizing the word so the driver would understand how Valerian was treating her like a slave.

Valerian chuckled, clearly amused by her defiance. It was as if he could see right through her attempt to provoke him. Leaning in closer, his rough cheek brushed against her soft one, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ah!" Liliana yelped as he suddenly nipped at her earlobe. She tried to pull away, but Valerian's grip on the back of her head was unyielding, holding her in place. The closeness was overwhelming, leaving her both flustered and powerless in his grasp.

"You think I won't do it here?" Valerian whispered in Liliana's ear, his voice low and dangerous. He then pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, an amused smirk spreading across his lips. "Don't push me," he warned, the threat clear in his tone.

Liliana felt a shiver run down her spine. She pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze, wisely choosing not to challenge him further. Satisfied, Valerian released his grip on the back of her head and leaned back into his seat, his demeanor returning to a more relaxed state.

Liliana, eager to escape the tension, turned her head to look out the window, silently wishing for the journey to end soon. The car finally came to a stop in front of a lavish seven-star hotel. As the doors on both sides opened, Liliana stepped out, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the grand sight before her.

The Hotel Star Palace loomed large and majestic, its opulence was unmistakable. The last time Liliana had visited this place was three years ago for a wedding event with her parents. The memory of that day felt distant now, almost like a different lifetime.

Valerian's voice pulled her back to the present. He called out her name, and she quickly moved to his side.

With a subtle gesture, he indicated for her to place her hand on his arm, a silent command that she followed without hesitation. Together, they walked with purpose, Valerian leading the way with confident strides, as if the world belonged to him.

They entered the hotel and made their way directly to the ballroom. Liliana was taken aback by the scene that greeted her-despite the broad daylight outside, the room was dimly lit, with chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the guests.

A masquerade ball was in full swing, the air thick with an aura of mystery and intrigue.

As they approached the entrance to the ballroom, a display of masks caught Liliana's eye. She reached out and selected a black cat-eye mask with a unique, intricate design.

The mask was sleek, with delicate curves that accentuated its feline shape. It was adorned with subtle embellishments that shimmered under the light, adding an air of elegance to its already captivating appearance.

Liliana carefully adjusted the mask over her eyes, making sure it was secure.

"You know how to dance, right?" Valerian asked as he adjusted his own mask, his voice carrying a casual confidence.

"Yes, a little," Liliana replied, trying to steady her nerves.

"Great!" Valerian responded, gripping her hand firmly and guiding her to the dance floor. In one smooth motion, he drew her close, his hand settling securely on her lower back. The music that played was soothing and subtle, perfectly setting the mood for a slow, intimate dance. Liliana could hardly believe that she was actually dancing with Valerian-her husband, or should she think of him as her master?

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the rhythm of the music, trying to keep her thoughts in check. But then, Valerian caught her off guard. Without warning, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. The suddenness of it knocked the breath out of Liliana, leaving her momentarily stunned. She had resolved not to respond, to keep her emotions in check, but the way he coaxed her lips sent her spiraling into an unexpected bliss.

Despite her initial resistance, Liliana found herself slowly, yet steadily, kissing him back. The sensation was overwhelming-tender yet intense, as if she was experiencing the act for the first time. The world around them seemed to blur, the dim, golden lights of the ballroom creating a surreal backdrop to their moment.

'Fuck!' Valerian cursed in his mind, surprised by the effect this kiss was having on him. He had only intended to steal a taste of her lips, curious and perhaps a little impulsive, but he hadn't expected it to be this sweet, this intoxicating.

In the dim glow of the ballroom, surrounded by masked faces and soft music, he found himself unable to ignore her allure. What had started as a simple kiss had quickly turned into something much more potent, something neither of them could easily pull away from.

'Fuck! I need her. Now!' Valerian spoke in his mind.