Chapter 21: The Heavenly Dessert ( Mild R18)

"What is she doing?" Captain Hamed was asked by his subordinates.

Captain Hamed smacked their heads in reply.

The men held their heads confused and reluctantly returned to their positions, planning to wait for Miss Cromwell outside.

Another minute passed, no one came out, but a lady from the dining room stopped in front of them with suspicion.

Her bright eyes clearly hinted they were a bunch of rouges cooking up some perverted schemes in their heads.

Therefore, Captain Hamed dragged the two out and picked another spot.

The lady shrugged her shoulders and turned the knob of the door clockwise but failed to open it, which means it was locked from the inside.

"Miss, can you open the door?" The lady knocked.

Arianne heard the pounding noise. She turned around, grabbed her purse and walked barefooted towards the source. Her body slightly shook along with her steps. Her teeth chattered, trying hard to suppress the groans.

[Your temperature is constantly rising. You need to cool it down.]

She opened the door and walked pass the stunned lady.

In that short span, the lady had seen her eyes, it were carmine, an overtone, almost dripping with blood.

She only saw one pair of eyes in her entire life. That was the present head of the Cromwell Clan. Even in the entire country, only one clan, possessed the particular trait, but after a long time, the genes of the descendants didn't awaken the trait anymore and only the ebony hair was passed down.

Though by miracle, the current head of the Cromwell actually acquired both of them, which made his status rise, and he took over the management smoothly without the elders' objection.

The lady forgot her purpose and kept her sight on the girl with long raven hair.

Arianne used the walls as leverage to walk.

Captain Hamed saw the silver hem of a dress. He thought it was the lady of the Cromwell, but when he took a second look, the lady had a black hair flowing down her waist. Her head was lowered. Captain Hamed couldn't see her expression clearly. She took hurried staggering steps as if a drunk person.

Captain Hamed stepped aside, paving a way for her.

When the girl passed by him, the scent of pumpkin spice breezed under his nose.

Captain Hamed was shaken and covered his nose.

Carlisle also caught sight of the silver silhouette passing by Captain Hamed.

He lifted his steps towards it until he saw the pitch-black threads-like hair bouncing along her movements. He stopped and returned to his seat, completely disinterested.

Arianne unknowingly escaped their surveillance and left the restaurant.

On the way to the reception area, she pinched her arm until it was bruised, but her lips until it was wounded, she did everything to prevent herself from fainting.

"President Suit… Overnight." She slammed the card on the desk.

"Room 3009 is available." The female employee quickly punched in the commands on the keyboard and didn't dally. Half of the customer's face was eclipsed with darkness, but she could perceive two reds, piercing lights hammering over her form. She quickly handed over the key to the female customer.

Arianne accepted it and walked unsteadily to the elevator and pressed the '30' button.

Arianne was like a boiled shrimp currently, there was an abnormal flush on the surface of her skin and she was exhaling out clouds of piping hot air. She fanned herself, thinking her actions would cool down the temperature somehow. But the job that even the air conditioners could not properly accomplish rendered her attempt useless.

Ting-

The elevator arrived on the 30th floor, she slipped on the ground but still crawled out.

The hall entered her eyes, her vision was speckled with black spots. She remembered what the female employee said, it was '3009'.

She slowly rose and tottered, with signs of collapsing. Furthermore, she passed every room while lifting her head to confirm the number engraved on the bronze plaque.

After passing by the seventh room, Arianne dropped and clutched her throat, filled with unbearable thirst. It was like a huge firestorm wrecking havoc inside her prairie of consciousness.

Her hand searched for the key, but under her blind fishing, the key slipped to the ground, Arianne could no longer to look for it, her focus on the handle of the door and twisted it with force.

[It's the wrong room! Host….]

"Shut up!"

Thud-

Her short outburst of energy broke down the security lock, and to her relief, the door opened.

[There's a person inside! Go out, host…]

How can a person on the brink of losing sanity still have the spare time to listen to some warnings? Arianne was hovering over the gate of the Underworld, and the sound of the running water was music to her ears. She followed the soothing symphony.

The water mist veiled the shadow of the masculine figure inside.

Arianne clutched the handle, under her inhumane strength, the process was smooth. She stepped inside the bathroom.

Her bare feet glistened under a puddle of water. Under the shower head, the water travelled to her pitch-black hair, to her face, bare shoulders, arms, and the crevice on her chest. A groan escaped her lips as the cool temperature catalyzed a tiny trickle of relief over the scorching prairie.

But she soon discovered that it didn't treat the root of the problem and even amplified the pain, she was like a boat rowing between sweltering hot and arctic cold water, unable to settle on any sides.

"Scram!" The man turned around, covering his vital parts with the white towel, and bellowed at her. The veins on his neck protruded, repressing the unknown emotions kindling and obscuring his lucidity. He found himself becoming arouse from the sight. The man who said to be unaffected even a woman stripped herself naked was actually influenced by a short glimpse? Where is the self-restraint he had trained over the years?

[Host…] The system found something was invading its program. It could only send one last word before shutting down.

Arianne turned her attention to the source of the cold order. She raised her head, two spherical red orbs scintillate releasing formless energy bolted towards the man and plunged towards the dark incorporeal miasma surrounding him.

The cloud of black mass enveloping the man's form responded with the tiny crystal in her brain, and a small part was slowly disappearing.

The redolent scent of the familiar vanilla flooded the shower room.

Arianne had long-lost her cognizance. She moved towards the man exuding the attractive dark energy, as if he was the last straw, her antidote.

(Author's note: The R18 scene proceeds from here. You have been warned.)

She hadn't even taken a single step when a hand grabbed a hold of her nape and pulled her into a kiss.

A pair of cold lips started to savor, lick, nip the pair of velvety soft lips. The man carefully tasted and evaluated it like a strict critic. He was picky and never settled for anything unpalatable to his taste buds. His palette had been honed by his sweet tooth, and only the crème of the crop can pass his judgement.

… But, why is this pair of lips, succulent and saccharine, tasted so heavenly and ambrosial? He found himself unavailable to extricate.

His arms pressed the delectable delicacy to the wall, not letting it escape, and his tongue dove into the crevasse, ready for in-depth examination.

Her back slammed into the cold tiles. The man was over a head taller than her, he had to lean down to her height to deepen the plunder of her sweet mouth. He was like a traveler disembarking on a new territory, the organ in his mouth explored every nook and cranny of her orifice, not missing a single centimeter.

The decadent, sweet vanilla scented he always likes drilled in his nostrils, driving him crazy. His movements became more vigorous.

Arianne stifled a groan, which soon drowned amidst the fervent invasion of the man. She didn't resist him, letting the traveler have his fill of her parched land. His overwhelming presence left a trail of sweet, decadent water drizzling over her needs. His exploitation brought her relief.

A muffled groan once more escaped her throat, and the traveler became even more passionate. He exerted more force in his palm and drew the woman closer, and took massive whiffs of the addicting aroma. His tongue caught the soft, slippery loach and challenged it to a feverish dance. Flavorful, honeyed, he never thought it could be this delicious. He was drowned in overwhelming ecstasy, spreading towards his spine, numbing his tailbone.

A raspy groan filled with extreme satisfaction came out from the man. He parted reluctantly, gasping from lack of oxygen.

Eyelashes drenched in water fluttered, eyes hazy from lust gazed down at the one who gave him excitement. His hand turned off the shower, finding it annoying.

Long ebony hair soaked and framing the feminine figure entered his sight. Her shoulders trembled. His finger went under the woman's chin and raised it.

A pair of red rubies sodden with desire met his hungry pair.

The man was startled, for this color always brought him fear and insecurity…

But why, apart from surprise, there wasn't any sort of aversion but rather that gaze invokes the intense crave to take possession of her.

The man darkly laughed and, without hesitation, started another round of conquest.

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"Kevin, don't forget to tell the kitchen to serve the guest in room 3007 his requested dessert." The man took his coat from the attendant and reminded him of the important thing.

"What kind of person can make Mister to personally visit this part of the hotel." The man was curious. It was the first time the owner of the Astor Hotel said such words.

"You know him. From the Carter's, the current head of the giant oil industry, Dante Carter."