Saving the Villain

Time passed, and Maxen decided to take Cosette to bed. The servants were aware of their close relationship, so when Lucia saw him carrying her back to her room, she helped him. With Lucia's help, Maxen reached Cosette's room without any mishap and laid her down on the bed carefully.

When he tucked her in, a smile resurfaced on his face. He stood on the side of the bed, eyes fixed on her peaceful, sleeping face. Staring at her, he couldn't help but caress her face while Lucia left to do something. As he did so, his brows creased as she moaned and turned to her side, clutching his hand tightly.

"Is she dreaming..." he trailed off when a tear rolled down her temple, making him wonder what sort of dream could make her cry in her sleep?

"Was it a bad dream?" he wondered, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Cosette didn't wake up, just clutching to him as if in an attempt to hold on to him now... which she couldn't in her dreams.

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"Have you had enough of staring?"

Cosette chuckled as the dashing man she had rolled with under the sheet all night broke his silence. He snapped his eyes ever so slowly, setting them at her. She was lying on her side, propping her knuckles against her temple while the man leaning against the headboard felt no shame in parading his muscled top.

"Not yet," came out a seductive voice, smirking as soon as her eyes locked with his. "Allow me to look at you more."

The dashing man chuckled at the beauty, looking back at him teasingly. She was beautiful, and there was no doubt about that. Any man would get a boner with just a sight of her.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he asked, out of plain curiosity. She had always been the woman whose train of thoughts kept leaving a question in his head. They had shared several nights of passion and she was one of the reasons he was back in this country, but until now, their relationship was stuck in being fuck buddies.

Not that they brought it up, nor did he feel like taking this relationship to another level. He was satisfied with their setup. Among all women he slept with, she was... someone who never left his mind. Other women would ask him things such as love, attention, or affection. But she... Cosette Blac, the woman who had beauty, wealth, and a very delectable body and wits, never asked for such things from him.

"Hmm..." she hummed and smiled seductively. "... I was thinking how it would be if you and I take this to another level."

He arched a brow, a bit surprised at this sudden remark. "Do you want us to date officially?"

"Haha... no. But I was thinking it would be nice if we do," she answered truthfully. "I wonder if you and I... are capable of love. Would our relationship progress like how lovers do? What do you think, Mister Devilsin?"

"How many times do I need to tell you to call me Max? Like how you scream my name every time I'm inside you?"

Cosette chuckled. "The only fun I get whenever you're not inside me is frustrating you."

The man, Maxen, looked at her with a somber look in his eyes. One of the many things, why he couldn't stop this relationship with her, was that... she was different. She just knew how to make him crave for more, and give him simple challenges such as how they would address each other.

"So?" she raised a brow, grinning mischievously at him. "What do you think if you aren't a criminal while I am... a little bit humane? What do you think about how this relationship plays out?"

"Boring." Cosette broke out in laughter at his blunt reply. "We would be just like those boring couples who grow weak in the name of the fucking thing they call love."

Maxen smirked as she laughed, smirking.

"Come here, my boring love. Let's try to be boring for an hour." He crawled to her, pushing her shoulder mildly, which immediately caused her to lie flat on the bed. His lips stretched from ear to ear as he hovered over her beautiful face.

"You always have the silliest thoughts, Miss Blac," came out a rasped voice, feeling his throat dry up as soon as he planted his palm on her hip. "You always make me wonder what sort of thought would cross that brain of yours."

"I need to leave a deep impression. I don't want to become just one of those playthings you fuck and forget the next day." She winked, crawling her arms over his shoulder.

"You definitely succeeded in that." He smacked his lips, lowering his face to claim her lips. After nibbling her lips, he moved on to trace her sharp jaw with kisses down to the side of her neck.

"I have a meeting in two hours," she whispered with a deep exhale, feeling his hand caress her breast as his lips move down to them.

"Cancel it."

"I can't..." Cosette exhaled deeply when he stopped kissing her chest to look at her face. "We already did it all night, and I barely slept. Do you wish for me to fail?"

"Honestly?" he smirked evilly. "Yes. In that case, you'll beg me to fund you. That would be a sight to behold."

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "I hate you."

"I didn't say there's something to like about me." He shrugged indifferently. "So, your meeting is in two hours?"

"Yes."

"Then we have two hours of fucking." His lips stretched from ear to ear until his eyes were squinting.

"Ugh..." Cosette groaned, but she didn't show any sign that she didn't want to. Maxen had been a great company, and he was her sweet escape.

"Come on," he whispered in her ears, and before she could understand what he meant, Cosette let out a shriek as he carried her out of the bed. Her eyes shook, clutching his toned shoulder while he stood bare.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, slapping his shoulder. "Put me down!"

"You said you have two hours before your meeting and it always takes you around that time to prepare." He fluttered his eyes almost innocently. "I'm taking you to shower, or do you... want to enter your office reeking of my semen? I don't mind sending you while you reek of me."

"Oh..." Her brows rose as her frown was instantly replaced with a cunning smile. "I smell jealousy from you, Mister Devilsin."

"I get a bit territorial on the things I claim."

"I'm not your property."

His smirk grew wicked. "I never said you had a say in it."

Cosette rolled her eyes while he carried her to the bathroom, where they shared a round of passion under the shower. Once they both satisfied each other's needs, they dipped in the warm tub to soothe the tension in their muscles. Maxen was leaning against the curve of the tub, keeping her in between his legs while she leaned her back against him.

"You usually cancel things when you're with me, saying you and your company are more important than the other party." He broke the silence between them, caressing her body under the water. He traced her shoulder with the apex of his nose, eyes closed, pulling her body closer as if to signal her to stay.

"Is this meeting more important than you?"

"Mhm... not really." She crooned, holding his hand that was wrapped around her waist underneath the water. "But I'm meeting with the Quinns."

Maxen stopped and arched a brow, looking at her side profile. "Asher Quinn?"

"Mhm."

"I heard a lot about him." He rocked his head, causing her brows to raise. Cosette carefully unhooked his arms around her to face him.

"You heard a lot about him?" she repeated. There was no surprise if this man, Maxen, knew influential people with his background. However, she picked up the sudden interest in his tone, which sounded trouble.

"Oh? What is this?" he cocked his head to the side, studying the intrigued in her eyes. "Don't tell me... you like this man?"

"And if I do? Jealous?"

"My male ego is fragile, Cosette. So, yes, a little."

Cosette bit her lower lip before she chuckled. "I don't like him in that way." She raised her hand from under the water and massaged his shoulders.

"Asher Quinn is an intelligent man. Not only he is handsome, but he also had many achievements growing up. The Quinn Holdings had progressed significantly with him holding the helm. Even back in the Academy, his name had always been compared to mine, and it was the greatest insult. I hold grudges." She smiled. "He is mine, Maxen Devilsin. Don't touch him."

His eyelids drooped while studying the smirk on her face. "You know me more than anyone, Cosette Blac." He tucked a portion of her hair behind her ear tenderly.

"And that same goes for me. I know you from inside and out." He lowered his head and smirked evilly, holding her gaze with a look in his eyes that could send a chill down her spine. "Don't let me come after him… you know what I am capable of."