[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Just Tying Hands, Right? What Could Go Wrong?

"I want to tie you," Darius murmured against Xion’s lips, already reaching for the red ribbon he’d kept by his side.

"Ah? Again?" Xion assumed one time was enough. "Why do you like to tie people?" he muttered.

"Not people," Darius corrected. "I only want to tie you, my little lord."

As for others, the tying would be the final noose for their neck.

The silly kitten remembered his system’s warning and immediately felt the flush creep up his neck.

[People like His Grace don’t trust easily. They need control over everything—and that includes the people they desire. Binding kinks are practically their instinct. Why not try this silk ribbon?]

Xion’s long lashes fluttered. Just tying hands, right? What could go wrong?

As it turned out—everything.

Later, whenever Xion remembered this moment, he had the intense urge to time travel and slap himself.

It was precisely this moment that made Darius even more shameless. Ah, not just shameless, the Archduke shed his gentlemanly robe and turned into a completely perverted madman!

But that was a problem for future Xion.

Present Xion was already feeling warm all over as he thought about the previous two times they had sex.

He desired Darius, that much he couldn’t deny.

So, when Darius gently instructed, "Hold your hands together," Xion obeyed without hesitation.

The red silk slipped around his wrists, gliding smoothly at first, then tightening, circle by circle, until it bit into his skin. freewēbnoveℓ.com

The contrast of the red and white was so erotic, that it made the green of his eyes duller, without any hint of warm light in them. He still focused on the knot like he was sealing an ancient oath.

Xion couldn’t help but chuckle. "I thought you didn’t want me anymore," he teased, brushing a kiss against Darius’ lowered forehead.

The ribbon cinched tighter against his skin. A hiss escaped his lips.

That will leave a mark, the kitten thought to himself partially amused by how tense Darius looked.

"You were too weak," Darius replied as he slowly raised his head. "I didn’t want to... hurt you."

"And now?" Xion playfully raised an eyebrow. With a pretty bow on his wrists, he was helpless, but he still jabbed Darius lightly in the chest. "Not afraid of hurting anymore?"

Darius didn’t answer at first. His gaze devoured the lovely features of his sweet baby, memorizing every soft line, every nervous flick of dark lashes.

Finally, he murmured, "You want me to fuck you."

It was such a bold statement that it left Xion speechless.

"So let me ask you something, darling," Darius said. His hands clenched and unclenched, trying his best not to reach out for Xion.

Slowly, the familiar rhythm of dangerous calm returned to him like his senses at the beginning of the war.

Darius was filled with exhilaration. A thrill of filthy ecstasy wrapped around his senses pulling him deeper into the darkness that he had always avoided when he was with Xion.

"Are you really not tired? Because if you allow me now, I won’t stop later — not even if you beg."

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