Saving the Villain

Chapter 342 What About Me?

Maxen never had a problem with Cosette. He already accepted that his girl had the biggest heart and thus, she would willingly share a portion of her heart with others. Despite that, Cosette never let him feel insecure about himself and her love for him secured his heart. The reason, even if Cosette would gain new friends — even if they were of the opposite gender — Maxen trusted her.

However, lately, he was being tested. Not his trust or anything, but something even more personal.

Maxen and Cosette had been dating for quite some time now. They kissed countless times and even touched each other. They even showered together, butt naked. The only thing they hadn't done together was the actual deed.

At first, Maxen was fine with it. He even felt guilty because he felt like he was cheating Conrad's rules. However, when he got used to it, this guilt slowly disappeared and everything soon felt right.

The problem now was that Maxen was growing older and the more he did, the growing greed within him also grew.

Playing and just having orgasms with her help felt lacking. Not that there was something wrong with Cosette or she was doing that he didn't like. More like he wanted something deeper; to have her completely, to feel her, and to be one with her.

It was one of the many reasons Maxen would sometimes just work whenever she would sneak into his room. Because at some point, looking at her, he just wanted to succumb to this growing desire he kept suppressing.

It was hard, especially those nights he felt extremely aroused. Just like tonight.

? Cosette let out a short whimper when his tongue rolled inside her mouth, exploring it and circling around her tongue. She could feel his hand crawl from her thigh, slipping under her skirt. Normally, Maxen would just tease her by feeling her curves. But this time, Maxen hooked a finger on the garter of her cycling shorts and immediately pulled it down.

Her eyes popped open in surprise, calling him. However, he pressed his lips against hers and her voice sounded muffled. Using her other free hand, she tapped his shoulder. But alas, Maxen didn't hesitate to grab her wrist to pin it over her head together with the other.

'Holy —!' her brain screamed in panic, sensing how aggressive he was as he secured his grip around her wrist with just one hand. Since when did his hand grow this big and long that holding both her wrists with one hand seemed so easy?

For Maxen, they never did the deed. But for Cosette, they already did it countless times. In the bed, bathroom, dining, and every part of the hotel room or her place where they would usually meet in their previous life.

In other words, this level of aggressiveness and intensity was very familiar to her. This was how Maxen Devilsin would act whenever they didn't meet for quite some time; he would instantly pounce on her and undress her without any greeting whatsoever, and she would happily succumb to the pleasure of being wanted and needed.

But this was Maxen! The young version of that man; the tamed version! How could…

Cosette's thoughts trailed off when he successfully lowered her cycling shorts with her underwear on them. Not that she struggled. When his finger slipped through the folds of her flower, her entire body froze in shock.

Maxen also stopped, parting his lips from hers.

"You…" he sounded almost in disbelief, looking at her with shaking eyes. "... are wet."

Too wet, to be exact.

Cosette's face instantly turned red and blank. Her flower was a traitor. Right now, she should be shocked because she couldn't stop him from doing what she thought he would do. However, deep in her heart, she sort of missed those rounds of passion with Mister Devilsin, where everything was raw and rough.

Cosette pursed her lips into a thin line. "You'll get in trouble," came out a murmur, but her body stayed still.

"I'm saying I'd keep it a secret, but if something happened, you'll be responsible. My dad might burn you alive," she added, telling him of what she would do but also reminding him of the consequences if something happened. For example, if he got her pregnant. After all, the difference between the previous Cosette and Maxen and their present selves was that back then, they were overly aware of the consequences of unprotected sex.

Maxen closed his eyes and sighed, resting his forehead against hers.

"Cosette…" he called helplessly. "... why are you always like this?"

"Don't make it sound like I was the one who pinned me down and took off my undies." She pouted, watching him draw his head back to look at her properly. "I mean… I understand you. You're a man now, and you might have needs that just using a hand or even a mouth wouldn't fulfill —"

"Shh." Maxen shushed her since all the words that were coming out of her mouth were unfiltered. Even though it was just the two of them who were hearing about this, it still made him slightly embarrassed.

"I'll shower and come back, hmm? I'm sorry for surprising you. It's just really hard to control myself these days." He didn't want to idle as he was in dire need of cooling his body down. He almost lost his mind a moment ago, and he was afraid he would be tempted again since Cosette clearly hadn't practiced self-control as well. One of them had to learn self-control, and it seemed Maxen would be the person in charge. However, just as he pushed himself away from her, Cosette held his arm to stop him.

"Unfair…" was all that came out of her mouth, making him look back at her ever so slowly. "You did all that, and now you're just running away. What about me? Do you think you're the only one who has needs? You have no idea how my rope of patience is burning faster…"

Again, the rest of her words rolled back into her throat as he wordlessly lowered his head once again. This time, he wasn't as aggressive or impatient as he was moments ago. But rather, careful and gentle, enjoying every moment whilst taking off every piece of fabric protecting their bodies.

Now, his problem was… how would they resolve the heat that was burning their skin without breaking more rules they needed to abide by?