NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Beast Is Summoned!

The cork shot out with a satisfying pop, the bottle hissing like it was ready to party. The air immediately filled with a rich, fruity aroma so intoxicating it could’ve made a nun reconsider her vows.

“Mmm… that smell is divine.”

Juliana murmured, leaning in slightly to catch more of the alluring scent.

“It’s definitely expensive. Did the young master gift you this?”

Her words were laced with curiosity, but her thoughts were already wandering into less-than-innocent territory. The alcohol’s aroma was leagues above whatever budget swill Lui usually bathed in—if he even bathed at all.

“You could say that…”

Artis replied, his voice smooth and teasing. He held the bottle up to his nose and took a deep inhale, his eyes briefly closing in exaggerated bliss.

“Damn, that’s some premium stuff.”

Then, as if the moment wasn’t already loaded with tension, Artis tilted the bottle toward his lips and… started licking it.

First, his tongue ran slowly around the rim, tracing it like it was some forbidden delicacy.

Then, he leaned in further, sliding his tongue inside the opening, swirling it sensually like he was savoring the nectar of the gods.

Juliana’s breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed hotter than a furnace, and her gaze dropped to the floor.

That familiar tingling sensation was back—the one that always ignited whenever she was near him. She crossed her legs subtly, but it did nothing to quell the storm brewing inside her.

Artis, of course, noticed. Pulling the bottle away with a smirk, he casually licked his lips, his eyes locking onto hers with a wicked gleam

“Here, take a taste.”

He held the bottle to her lips with a devilish smirk, and Juliana leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around the tip of the bottle.

Slowly, she began to suck, letting the rich, potent liquid flow onto her tongue. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her mouth, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

The flavor was unlike anything she’d ever tasted—smooth, decadent, and just strong enough to send a tingle down her spine.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she continued to savor it, her lips never leaving the bottle’s rim.

“Mm… it’s amazing.”

She murmured, finally pulling back. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from more than just the booze.

“But seriously, Art… what are you planning? You’re making me anxious.”

“Anxious?”

Artis chuckled, leaning in just enough for her to feel the heat of his breath.

“Or maybe… excited?”

His words sent a jolt through her, and she bit her lip to stifle the reaction. Artis didn’t wait for a reply. He tilted the bottle with precision, pouring just a splash of the golden liquid into the glasses—each serving barely enough to coat the bottom.

Juliana, unable to meet his gaze, looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously. She felt like a book he’d already read cover to cover, every page laid bare for him to interpret at his leisure.

He chuckled again, his deep, confident laugh making her squirm.

“What’s the matter, Jul? You’re acting like you’ve got something to hide. But we both know… there’s nothing left to hide, is there?”

Her face burned, her mind racing with thoughts she dared not voice. And yet, she couldn’t deny the anticipation pooling in her chest—or lower.

“It’s strange… I feel calm and peaceful now. After so many decades, it feels like… I’m okay. If you can call it that.”

Juliana said, her voice soft but carrying an edge of vulnerability. She smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her dress.

Artis paused mid-pour, arching a brow as he set the bottle down.

The look on his face was one of a man who was not used to being the focus of heartfelt confessions—especially not during what he’d planned as a booze-fueled seduction session.

“Are you confessing to me, Mommy? Should I get down on one knee?”

He teased, flashing a wolfish grin.

Juliana let out a light laugh, her cheeks flushing.

“Ha! Not like that, you cheeky bastard. It’s just… I feel like when you’re around, nothing bad can happen to me. Like… when you’re here, under the same roof, I can finally breathe. Nobody can hurt me.”

Her gaze softened, locking onto his, and suddenly the playful banter took a turn.

“I feel so safe with you. So loved. Like… I’m not just some woman washing dishes or… or waiting for scraps of affection.”

Artis blinked, caught completely off-guard. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but she pressed on, her eyes shining with a mix of love and determination.

“I just want to say…”

She trailed off, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

Artis braced himself, expecting something sugary and sentimental. Maybe even a tear.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “Thank you… from the bottom of my heart.”

For a moment, he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

“Juliana… I—”

He then started, but words failed him. A rare occurrence for a man who could usually talk his way into—or out of—anything.

Before he could embarrass himself further, Juliana placed a finger on his lips. Her touch was soft but commanding, and it shut him up faster than any slap ever could.

“Shhh… I don’t need a reply, baby…”

She whispered, her voice low and sultry, her head tilted just enough to make her look both innocent and dangerously mischievous.

“I just want you to know.”

Artis blinked, trying to keep his cool, but damn, this woman knew how to stir something primal in him.

“This woman…”

He trailed off, smiling and shaking his head like a man caught in a losing game. He glanced up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly because no way in hell was he going to let her see his eyes glisten.

“What? What about this old woman?”

Juliana shot back, leaning forward on the table with a sly grin, her cleavage making a strategic appearance like they had their own agenda.

“Your mouth, woman,” Artis said, finally snapping back to reality. “That needs to be shut down.”

He pinched her cheeks playfully, tugging them like she was a mischievous kid caught stealing cookies—except this kid had an unfair advantage in the form of irresistible plump lips.

“And how exactly are you planning on doing that, dear Art?”

The way she said his name—breathy and teasing, her plump lips quivering like they were daring him to act—made his cock twitch under the silk of his robe.

“Like this…”

Artis murmured, leaning forward to claim her lips with the finesse of a man who had very specific practice.

The kiss started slow—soft and tender—but quickly turned hotter than a furnace on overdrive.

One hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other tangled in her wavy hair, which smelled suspiciously like she’d bathed in an entire rose garden. Juliana melted into his hold, her lips yielding to his like butter on a sizzling pan.

His tongue slipped in, firm and teasing, exploring her mouth like it was charting new territory. It was sweet, it was filthy, and goddammit, it was perfect.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, hearts hammering like they’d just sprinted through a battlefield.

“Mommy…”

Artis rasped, his voice dripping with want and just enough cocky edge to remind her who was in charge—well, mostly.

“Shhhh…”

Juliana cut him off, her lips crashing back into his, her hands roaming his chest like she was trying to memorize every inch of it. And oh boy, there was a lot to memorize.

Her fingers skimmed over his abs, tracing each ripple like an archaeologist studying ancient carvings.

“So, the big, bad teasing master does have a wavering heart, huh?”

She whispered against his lips, her voice playful but her touch anything but.

Artis smirked, catching her wandering hand mid-trace.

“Wavering? Sweetheart, my heart isn’t wavering. It’s rock solid—just like the rest of me.”

Her eyes darted downward, catching the not-so-subtle outline beneath his robe. She raised a brow, biting back a grin.

“Oh, I noticed, Mr. Rock Solid. But maybe I should double-check, you know, for science.”

“Science, huh?” Artis chuckled, pulling her flush against him. “Careful, Jul. You play with fire, and you’re gonna get burned.”

“Burn me then.”

Artis leaned forward, capturing her lips like a man on a mission, his hands gliding over her body like he was carving a masterpiece.

She was everything he’d ever fantasized about—soft, luscious, and practically begging for it.

Their tongues tangled in a battle of dominance, their bodies pressed so close you couldn’t slip a piece of paper between them.

Hands roamed wildly, robes parted just enough to let their skin brush, and every touch sent sparks flying.

Artis slid his hands down her back, feeling every delicious curve, while Juliana threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer like she was anchoring herself to reality.

Their lips moved together, hot and fervent, as if the universe itself had paused just to witness their sinful symphony.

But then—RRRRRHHH!

A low, guttural growl sliced through the passion like a knife through butter. They froze mid-kiss, their eyes darting toward the source.

“Is that…?”

Juliana gasped, clutching her chest like her heart had just tried to escape.

Artis sighed, leaning back with a smirk that screamed I knew this was coming.

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, running a hand through his thoroughly disheveled hair. “That’s the beast I summoned with this bottle.”