REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 30

One strong hand left my thigh only long enough to clamp over my mouth, muffling the cry that tried to rise when the pleasure spiked past anything I could hold back. The orgasm hit me like a wave I had no defense against, it was raw and overwhelming. My body seized around him, my thighs clamping tight, spine bowing off the wall as the first pure climax of my life tore through me in helpless, silent shudders.

I came hard against nothing but the relentless pull of his mouth on my breast and the solid heat of his body pinning me in place, the muffled sounds of my release trapped against his palm while the knock came again, louder this time.

He still didn’t stop. He only slowed the suction, tongue gentling over the marked, sensitive peak as the aftershocks kept rippling through me, leaving me trembling and breathless and wrecked in his arms against the wall.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and filled with lust. He leaned in and kissed me again. “So fucking perfect” he growled against my ears.

The knocking continued, but he didn't make any attempt to let go of me.

“Dario let me go, please” whispered. He set me down without a word and walked toward the hidden panel then opened it, then stepped through. I hurried over to the closet and wore a new shirt. I took my time an opened the door.

Nysa was standing there, suddenly, she barged into the room, looking around frantically.

She kept pacing in a tight circle around the room, she was yanking closet doors open and peering behind the curtains like she expected to find someone hiding in the room. I was going to Kill Dario Valteri.

When she couldn't find anyone, she marched straight up to me, her face twisted into a vicious scowl.

"Don't think just because those two bitches have buddied up to you and you're getting cozy means that you're good," she hissed, jabbing a manicured finger toward my chest.

"Remember, I am the one that's marrying him. I am the daughter-in-law of the Valteri family. If you know what's fucking good for you, you'll stay locked in this fucking room."

Before she could pull her hand back, I moved. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and with a bit of force slammed her head straight against the wall. I didn't hold back, but I kept it controlled enough not to draw blood, just enough to send a clear warning.

She let out a sharp gasp, her knees buckling instantly as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her head, her eyes were wide with shock. I guess she really didn’t believe me when i hard warned her the first time.

I took my sweet time, slowly walking over to where she was on the floor. I crouched down right in front of her, leaning in close with a cold, mocking smile.

"You really are a pathetic woman," I whispered, letting every word cut deep. "Thirty years old and still pinning away for a man. Are you even sure Dario Valteri wants to marry you? He didn't look happy during lunch when his mother mentioned the engagement. As a matter of fact, I haven't even seen him spend five full minutes with you."

She jumped up and snapped back up like a spring, her eyes were blazing with fury. "Of course he wants to marry me!" she shrieked.

I let out a sharp, genuine laugh, shaking my head. "That's funny, because on the drive here, he told me something completely different in the car." I teased.

She froze, her breath catching in her throat. "What…what did he say?" she demanded, her voice cracking with sudden panic.

I didn't answer her. I just let the silence stretch, watching the dread curdle in her stomach, of course she took the bait, because that was who she was. Just then, the bedroom door swung open without a knock, and Elena Valteri stepped inside.

In a fraction of a second, Nysa’s panicked expression melted away. Like magic, and a sickeningly sweet, fake smile spread across her face, instantly shifting back into her helpless, innocent act.

Elena didn't even bother looking at Nysa. Her gaze locked straight onto me with a warm, approving smile. "The girls are heading down to the beach, Nyxara," Elena said smoothly. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to join them."

I smiled back, my voice bright and steady. "I'd love to. I'll be down in a minute."

I waked into the closet and quickly stripped off the shirt I was wearing, pulling on a bikini before throwing a pair of loose denim shorts and an oversized t-shirt over top. Without sparing Nysa another glance as she tried to call out for me, I walked out of the room, leaving her alone and fuming.

"What's so funny?" A deep, gravelly voice cut right through the sea breeze.

We all whipped around, and Dario was standing right behind us. When the hell did he sneak up on us.

I kept my expression neutral, meeting his dark gaze head-on. Past his shoulder, I could see Nysa marching aggressively down the sand, frantically trying to close the distance between us. Dario didn't even look back at her; he just stood there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking effortlessly lethal.

Ella was still trying to catch her breath, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

"So, what's so funny?" he asked again, his low voice carrying a teasing edge as he looked between the three of us.

Bianca crossed her arms, looking completely unfazed by her older brother. "You," she shot back.

Dario raised a single dark eyebrow, a ghost of an amused smirk touching his lips.

"Incoming," Ella suddenly said under her breath, tilting her head toward the shoreline. Nysa was closing in fast, her face was twisted into a tight, desperate smile as she tried to force her way into our circle.

I didn't feel like dealing with her pathetic performance. I looked out at the ocean and took a step back. "I think I'll take a swim."

Bianca immediately brightened, stripping off her cover-up. "Wait for me."

Dario didn't follow us into the water; instead, he dropped down onto the sand right beside Ella, who was still grinning.