Chapter 193 - Boa Constrictor (2/2)

It throwed her off balance that sometimes she couldn't distinguish a dream from reality because of them constantly moving between different houses.

Her hand swept under the duvet, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

”Oh, my gosh! There's a snake!” she screamed, punching the tenting figure on the bed. She dashed towards the door where a stationed guard would be at her disposal to kill the serpent for her.

When she came back inside with two armed men with their guns locked and loaded, ready to fire, all they saw was Maxen writhing in pain on the bed.

”There. Is. No. Snake,” Maxen forced the words out of his mouth, his ears turned red at the pain of receiving Olivia's adrenaline shot on the most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot of his body.

”Maxen,” Olivia gasped and her hands flew to her mouth when it finally dawned on her about what had happened. She quickly dismissed the two guards who left the bedroom whilst scratching their heads.

Rushing to the bed, she pulled her hair by the scalp and crawled to where Maxen was squinting. She filled the empty glass on her bedside table with water and delivered him her peace offering. ”I didn't know. I woke up disoriented, and I felt this cold and hard thing in my hand and snakes, snakes are cold to touch.”

Maxen sighed. He reached out and cupped Olivia's cheeks, rubbing the pad of his thumb on it. She closed her eyes at his touch. He was the one who got hurt, but she was the one who got comforted.

”Drink this first,” she urged him.

Maxen peeled himself off the bed and leaned his back on the headrest and accepted the glass of water from his wife, angling up the glass that was pressed on his mouth to drink all the water up to quench the dryness in his throat.

His eyes darted to Olivia who was googly eyed as she watched his Adam's apple bob as he drank. ”At least it wasn't a snake,” he joked to lighten the mood.

”It is a snake. It's a boa constrictor.” Olivia bit her bottom lip and slithered a hand on his leg. Her eyes flitted for a brief second on Maxen and she scoffed upon seeing the smug look on his face. She loved this arrogant side of him. It was a far cry from the manufactured prince that he would pull off during his public engagements.

She knew she had to bring him to his release—with her hands, her mouth or both, but Olivia felt like playing a little more since her blood was still roaring in her veins from the shock she received a minute ago.

So she pulled the duvet down to check his manhood for damages. Her eyes were laser-focused, ignoring the glint of amus.e.m.e.nt in Maxen's eyes as he propped the back of his head with his folded arms.

”It's still standing tall and proud, which is good. And no scratches too,” she listed down her assessment but stopped and gulped when it twitched under her scrutinizing gaze.

She wrapped her hand on the velvety rod that was hard as steel but was hot to the touch. Olivia swore she felt the burn between her legs.

Olivia heard the buzzing in her ears as her anticipation grew at Maxen's impending release. She wanted to lick and taste the bead of liquid on top of his manhood's head but staved off her hunger.

Her goal was to see him crumble under her palms, his punishment for waking her up in the middle of the night, and that's exactly what needed to happen.