I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 224: Side - : Lara the player part 6

Lara’s instincts kicked in the moment Serisa’s breath ghosted across her cheek.

"Whoa—" she twisted sideways, narrowly avoiding the kiss by a hair’s breadth, planting one hand between them like a shield.

"Okay, okay, we are definitely not in a ’stab me and call me Captain’ dynamic anymore."

Serisa blinked, eyes glassy, lips parted, clearly still in the thick of whatever magical haze was messing with her.

But she didn’t back off. Oh no. She stepped forward again, and Lara practically climbed the bedpost like a cornered cat.

"Back. Back I say," Lara whispered, grabbing a pillow and jamming it between them. "This is not how seduction works! You’re supposed to flirt first, mock my posture, pretend you’re not interested—build-up, Princess!"

Serisa blinked again. Then, with unnerving precision, she grabbed the pillow and flung it across the room.

"I was going to burn that anyway," she said hoarsely.

"Okay, now I’m scared and flattered," Lara muttered.

The princess reached again. Lara ducked under her arm and rolled across the bed like an acrobat, landing with a heavy thump on the opposite side, hair a mess and shirt halfway untucked.

"I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS," Lara yelled, pointing dramatically. "I didn’t do it. I didn’t cast anything. I don’t even know how to brew tea properly, let alone sex smoke!"

Serisa stalked toward her, hips swaying in a way that definitely shouldn’t be legal for someone still glaring like she was about to wage a holy war.

Lara backed up until her knees hit the chaise lounge. "I should’ve stayed with the rebels. At least they just tried to kill me, not devour me."

"You’re talking too much," Serisa murmured, now within reach again.

"You’re not talking enough!"

Lara reached for a nearby crystal ornament maybe she could reflect the moonlight into her eyes or blind her for a second.

She had no idea what she was doing anymore. This wasn’t a battle, this wasn’t flirting this was like wrestling a fever dream.

"Listen, listen," Lara said, hands up. "You are very pretty, and this is the stuff of many of my morally questionable dreams, but consent is still a thing and you’re high as a celestial kite—"

Serisa lunged again.

Lara backflopped over the chaise lounge, scrambled to her feet, and kept talking like her life depended on it.

"Okay, I lied about the dreams, but still! You don’t want your first kiss with me to be like this! Don’t you want something romantic? Maybe under moonlight? Or near-death combat? A dramatic post-battle confession?"

"I don’t want to talk," Serisa said through clenched teeth.

"You never want to talk, you want to stab me or straddle me, and I can’t tell which anymore and I’M HAVING AN IDENTITY CRISIS!"

She darted behind a wardrobe.

Serisa followed like a predator locked on prey, hair now slightly undone and glowing in the candlelight.

Her breathing had turned shallow. The glow from the golden tattoos up her arms pulsed like a heartbeat.

Lara poked her head out. "Okay, this is not funny anymore."

"It was never funny."

"To you! To me it’s terrifying and arousing and I don’t know which part is worse!"

She ducked a grab for her collar, twisted, and ended up pressed against the wall.

Again.

Serisa loomed close, hands on either side of Lara’s head. "Why are you fighting this?"

"Because I like my partners conscious of their choices, and not driven by sexy mind smoke!" Lara snapped.

Serisa’s eyes narrowed. "You keep calling it that."

"What else am I supposed to call it? A romantic haze of fate? Please."

"I think," Serisa said slowly, leaning closer again, "you talk too much."

"I think you’re—"

A golden shimmer sparked in the air. Lara noticed it too late.

Suddenly, warm, magical energy wound around her wrists like snakes—shimmering gold chains appearing out of nowhere, binding her hands in front of her. Her mouth dropped open.

"Hey! What the hell?! You bound me?!"

Serisa smiled.

Not sweetly.

Like a cat cornering a particularly loud bird.

"I warned you."

Lara opened her mouth again to protest, but Serisa leaned forward and whispered with maddening calm—

"Shhh. Stop talking."

And started to touch her.

It was barely anything just a hand skimming along Lara’s jaw.

Lara’s breath hitched.

Another touch, a little lighter this time.

Along her neck.

Another.

Along her collarbone.

She felt a little helpless now. Bound, unable to pull back. Unable to do anything but watch and shiver and hope that Serisa didn’t notice her shaking.

"Let me go," Lara whispered. "This isn’t right, let me go."

Serisa ignored her. She leaned in, lips parting, and touched Lara’s throat with her tongue.

Just a lick. Just a little one.

Lara shuddered and gasped out loud.

Serisa looked up, eyes wide, and for a second she looked almost—embarrassed? But then the moment passed and she just looked... hungry.

She did it again, this time lingering. Letting the touch drag across Lara’s skin.

Lara couldn’t help herself—she let out another noise, helpless and involuntary, and Serisa looked up and smiled against her skin.

"See?" she whispered. "This isn’t so bad, is it?"

And then she moved her head lower, to where the curve of Lara’s neck met her shoulder, and she bit down.

Not hard enough to break the skin. Just hard enough for Lara to feel it—hard enough to leave a mark that would last for hours. freewёbnoνel.com

Lara had never felt anything like this before.

The heat. The sharpness of the teeth. The warm tongue soothing it over. She shuddered, helpless, and felt heat pool between her legs, her body responding even as she struggled.

"This is... this is unfair," Lara whispered.

Serisa pulled back enough to meet her eyes, still so close their noses almost touched.

"Life is unfair, Captain," she murmured. "I could die tomorrow. We all could. So tell me—" her hand slid up, cupped the back of Lara’s head, "why shouldn’t I take what I want?"

"I—" Lara couldn’t even speak. She felt hot all over.

Her breath came fast and shallow.

She felt trapped and overwhelmed and terrified, and all she could think about was how much she wanted this, how much she wanted to let Serisa just take and take and take—

But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t.

"You... you know why," she whispered. "Please. Let me go."