Chapter 500 Red Mark On Her Neck
Villain Ch 500. Red Mark On Her Neck
The girls couldn't help but giggle at Allen's statement, not because they looked down on him or thought he was joking, but because it was an unexpected and intriguing revelation. His words held a certain truth, and it had piqued their curiosity.
Allen, surprisingly unfazed by their amusement, maintained his confident tone. "Hey, I mean it," he reiterated, his playful smirk not wavering. He was fully aware that his words had elicited their interest, and he was willing to explore the possibilities.
Shea, seizing the opportunity to flirt with him, approached him with deliberate sensuality. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing her face close to his. Her lips formed a mischievous smirk, and her voice took on a seductive quality as she responded, "Well, we don't mind that. Besides, if that's what Young Master wants, what can we do?" she purred. Her words carried a tempting allure, making it clear that she was more than willing to indulge his desires.
Allen wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and in the face of Shea's flirtatious advances, he decided to respond in kind. His hand boldly found its place on Shea's waist, and he began a seductive retreat, pulling her closer in a tantalizing dance of desire. The sensation of Allen's hand gliding sensually against her clothes sent shivers down Shea's spine, awakening her senses to the irresistible allure of the moment. It was a lovely feeling.
His other hand delicately cupped her chin, tilting it upward to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes was filled with desire and mischief, mirroring the same playful smirk that graced his lips. "Good. In that case, I hope you're ready for everything I want because I don't plan on stopping halfway," he whispered, his voice a sultry promise of what was to come.
Allen's swift and confident response left Shea completely speechless. Her blush deepened, painting her cheeks in a vibrant hue of crimson. In that brief moment, it felt as if Allen had unraveled her, exposing her vulnerability in a way she hadn't anticipated. His piercing gaze seemed to lay bare all of her secrets, making her heart race and her pulse quicken.
Shea stood there, still reeling from Allen's boldness. She couldn't help but wonder how effortlessly he had turned the tables, transforming her seductive advances into a moment where he was clearly in control. Not only did Shea find herself in awe of his charm, but the others who were witnesses to this exchange were equally taken aback by his unexpected prowess.
With a soft chuckle, Allen couldn't resist teasing her further. "Look at you, Shea," he mused, amusement lacing his voice. "Now you're as still as a mouse caught in a cat's paw." His words only served to intensify the heat in the room.
Slowly, his gaze fell to Shea's neck, his breath warm against her skin. He tilted his head slightly, planting a gentle kiss on her delicate flesh. At first, it was a tender caress, but then he followed it up with a tantalizing little bite, leaving a mark of his desire on her. The sensation sent a rush of sensations through Shea, as she felt herself surrendering to the electrifying chemistry that had ignited between them.
Shea tilted her head upward, granting Allen easier access to her lips as his mouth and her skin connected. "Ah~" A soft, contented sigh escaped her as his kiss deepened, causing her to melt into the intoxicating sensation. Her face grew increasingly flushed, the blush spreading like wildfire across her cheeks, as her heart raced within her chest. It seemed as though her body was attuned to the crescendo of emotions building within her, as if it anticipated something more profound, setting aside all other concerns.
When Allen finally withdrew from the tender bite he had placed on her neck, Shea was left breathless and wanting. Her lips quivered with longing as the last vestiges of their connection lingered on her skin in the form of a red mark. She gazed up at Allen, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
A devilish twinkle danced in Allen's eyes as he examined his handiwork. He seemed entirely pleased with the red mark he had left on her skin. "You look stunning with that mark," he complimented, his voice laced with sensuality. His words carried a teasing undercurrent, hinting at the promise of more to come. "Should I mark you somewhere else?" he inquired, a playful challenge in his tone.
Allen's question seemed to break the spell, and Shea's self-consciousness rushed back to her in a torrent. Her fingertips instinctively rose to shield the red mark on her neck, concealing it from the curious gazes of the others. The thought of having another mark was enticing, but practicality won out, as she remembered her upcoming meeting later that afternoon. It would be challenging to hide multiple love bites.
"No. I think this one is enough," Shea admitted with a nervous chuckle. She maintained a bit of distance between herself and Allen, attempting to regain her composure.
Zoe's amazement echoed the sentiments of everyone in the room. Her eyes remained locked on Allen, who had managed to transform a seemingly ordinary moment into a sensual and electrifying connection. The naturalness of their interaction left them all in awe.
"Allen, you are undoubtedly a natural-born seducer," Zoe observed, her voice laced with admiration and incredulity. The way everything had unfolded so effortlessly had taken them all by surprise.
Allen simply shrugged off the compliment with a playful grin. He effortlessly transitioned from a charming seducer to an innocent, boyish charm, diffusing the charged atmosphere he had created. "Thanks for the compliment," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. It was as though he had a chameleon-like ability to adapt to the situation, leaving those around him captivated by his charisma.
Bella chimed in with a grin, "And a natural switcher." Her remark shed light on Allen's ability to seamlessly transition from playing the role of the one being seduced to taking charge. Hot and cold. It was this balance that had drawn them to him, the unpredictability, and his innate understanding of their desires.
Allen responded with a hearty chuckle, acknowledging her observation as another compliment. "Well, I guess I'll have to put a rain check on the seduction and pick it up again once I'm in better health," he said with a playful grin. Despite all the seduction, delicious food, and intimate moments they had shared, the relentless headache still loomed over him. He massaged his temples, trying to ease the dull throbbing that persisted. It was as if he couldn't quite think straight, clouded by the lingering discomfort.
His statement made them realize that they might have been a bit too carried away. Vivian, showing genuine concern, asked, "Should we take you to the doctor? You don't look so good, Allen."
Allen, with a faint smile on his lips, shook his head and replied, "Thank you, but I think a little rest will do the trick. It's not as serious as it may seem."
Larissa couldn't help but feel guilty about how they had pushed the boundaries and made a surprise visit to his apartment. She asked hesitantly, "Is there anything we can do for you, though? We really didn't mean to overwhelm you."
Jane added, "Yeah, we didn't mean to make things worse for you, but we got worried when Bella mentioned that you were 'kidnapped.'"
Allen chuckled softly, understanding their intentions, "I'm really touched by your concern. But I think I will be fine."
Without a moment's hesitation, Alice sprang into action. She reached out and grabbed the bloodstained bedsheet, hugging it close to her. "I can help you by cleaning this up," she offered, her determination clear.
Bella joined in, her eyes focused on the bloodstained towels that had ended up on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, her fingers careful not to touch the blood directly. "And this," she added, holding the towel gingerly. "We'll take it to the laundry and make sure it's cleaned," she declared with a sense of responsibility.
As Allen was about to interject, Shea beat him to it, her voice carrying a warning. "Don't take it to the dry cleaners. Do you want to embarrass Allen?" she cautioned, her tone laced with concern. The implications of such a move were clear. The blood-stained sheet, combined with their unannounced presence, had the potential to spark scandal or even suspicions among the building's security. The last thing they needed was for rumors to circulate or for them to be wrongly accused of any wrongdoing.
Vivian chimed in, offering a practical solution. "Just wash it here," she suggested. Her attention shifted to Allen, concern evident in her expression. "You have a washing machine, right?" she asked, genuinely seeking to help.
Allen nodded in response, acknowledging Vivian's suggestion. "Yes, I do. Follow me, I'll show you where it is," he said, leading the way to the laundry room.
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