Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Undesirable

Chapter 60: Undesirable

The ride to the hotel had been smooth. Although their moment back at the bar was filled with subtle tension and playful glances exchanged between sips of expensive liquot, Bianca knew exactly where it was heading, and she had no complaints. There was something about Valerian that intrigued her not just his presence, not just his confidence, but the way he seemed so utterly in control without even trying

When they arrived, the private elevator took them straight to the penthouse suite. The moment the doors slid open, Bianca stepped inside first, taking in the sheer luxury of the space. The room was massive with floor–to–ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. A fireplace crackled low in the cornet, that gave a warm glow against the dark marble walls. The bed was large, impossibly inviting, and it stood at the center, draped in crisp black sheets.

“Not bad,” Bianca murmured, slipping off her coat and draping it over the velvet chaise lounge. “I was expecting something impressive, but this…” She turned to look at Valerian with amusement flickering in her gaze. “This is next level.”

Valerian smirked, casually shrugging off his coat and draping it over a chair. “I have… standards,” he said smoothly.

Bianca chuckled, pouring herself a drink from his own bar. “I can see that.” She took a slow sip, eyeing him over the rim of her glass. “So tell me, Val… do you always take women to fancy hotels, or am I just special?”

Valerian leaned against the bar, watching her. “Would you rather be just another woman?”

She raised a brow, smirking. “That depends. Do you want just another woman?”

He tilted his head slightly, taking a step closer. “No.”

Her smirk widened. “Good answer.”

She placed her glass down and turned to fully face him. There was something about him, and she could tell he wasn’t the type who just picks out random people to sleep with.

Which was fine. Neither was she.

“So,” Bianca hummed, running a hand through her hair. “You don’t strike me as a vanilla type of guy.”

Valerian chuckled. “You’d be right about that.” He watched her for a moment, as if deciding how much to reveal. Then, with that same easy confidence, he finally spoke.

“I’m into rough play.”

Bianca’s lips parted slightly–not in shock, but in pleasant surprise

Of course he was.

She let the words settle between them, tilting her head slightly before responding. “Is that so?”

Valerian’s smirk deepened. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she took another step closer, closing the space between them. “Not even a little.

She let her fingers trail lazily along the rim of her glass. “In fact… that’s exactly what I like.”

Valerian raised a brow, intrigued.

Bianca exhaled, her gaze flickering with something almost wicked, “You see, I like to be blindfolded. I like to be tied down.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dipping lower.

“But don’t leave marks. I’m an actress and a model, after all. I’d like to keep my skin clear for the paparazzi,” Bianca giggled, her voice dripping with playful arrogance as she began peeling away the layers of her clothing.

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Valerian’s breath hitched–but not out of desire.

As more of her flawless, polished skin was revealed, he remained sterly unmoved. He watched her, but his mind was elsewhere His thoughts drilling to Noelle, his beautiful Noelle who has suffered because of this woman.

Even fully clothed, Noelle was clearly mote captivating than Blanca could ever be.

The way Bianca undressed was meant to be an invitation and an attempt to seduce him. But Valerian felt nothing. Not even a flicker of interest. He found himself wondering how a woman so painfully average beneath the glamour had risen to stardom.

Noelle didn’t need layers of makeup or the perfect lighting to be beautiful. She just was.

The realization almost made him laugh.

Because even here, in a private suite with another woman practically offering herself to him, the only person in his head was her.

“Turn-around and hands on your back,” he commanded softly in a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.

Bianca instantly obeyed, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. The anticipation made her skin tingled with excitement. As she turned, she could hear the rustle of fabric behind her. She knew he was taking off his belt and a shiver danced down her spine.

“Trust me,” Valerian murmured as his breath brushed against her ear. “I promise to take care of you.” With her hands clasped behind her back, she felt a rush of exhilaration. There was something intoxicating about surrendering control, about letting someone else dictate the pace of their pleasure. Bianca could hardly contain her excitement as she felt the cool leather of the belt wrap around her wrists, securing them together but not too tightly–just enough to keep her firmly in place.

“Are you ready?” Valerian asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, her body humming with desire.

“I’m ready.” He guided her to the plush couch in the corner of the bar, the dim lighting casting seductive shadows across her body. He gently pushed her down, making sure she was ‘comfortable‘ while her heart raced with every movement.

“Good girl,” he praised, and the words sent a jolt of excitement straight to her core. Valerian took a moment to ‘not‘ admire her, his gaze roaming over her body, drinking in the sight of her ‘vulnerability.‘

“Now,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, “let’s see just how much you can handle.”

With that, he reached for the blindfold. It was a soft piece of fabric that was supposed to shroud her vision and heighten her other senses. As he slipped it over her eyes, the world around her dimmed, and her heart raced in anticipation. The darkness was intoxicating, heightening every sensation, every whisper of air against her skin.

“Can you feel me?” Valerian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice trembling with excitement. “I can feel you.”

He moved closer, his presence enveloping her as he traced a feather–light touch along her arms, sending shivers coursing through her. Bianca’s breath hitched as she surrendered to the moment, feeling the tension in her muscles melt away under his careful ministrations.

“Good. Just relax and let go.” he instructed before he stood up straight and stared down at her.