Chapter 277 Baby, You Are Very Sexy

Chapter 277 Baby, You Are Very Sexy

Christopher should've seen Cecilia's counterattack coming, but he didn't expect her to strike so fast and fierce. With Henry out of the picture, his grip on Skyview City was slipping. 

Worse yet, it wouldn't be long before folks in the organization started jumping ship.

"Get the car ready," he said, his voice cold as ice. "We're heading to the port."

His right-hand man hesitated. "But the cops are everywhere—"

"I said, get the car ready." Christopher's voice was soft but had a dangerous edge to it. The guy shut up real quick and hurried off.

As soon as Christopher stepped out of the warehouse, blinding searchlights hit him.

"Freeze! Police!"

A swarm of SWAT officers surrounded the place, red laser dots dancing on Christopher's chest. He slowly raised his hands, a strange smile creeping under his mask.

"What a shame," he said, squinting slightly, his tone tinged with regret. "The game's not over yet."

Evening, Clearwater Island.

The sunset painted the sea gold as Aria stood barefoot on the beach, the salty breeze playing with her long hair. She stared at the distant waves, her eyes a bit unfocused.

Soft footsteps approached from behind.

"Hey, Ms. Jenkins, what are you doing here all by yourself?" Samantha asked, coming up beside her with two cans of chilled cocktails.

Aria snapped out of her daze, took a can, and paused slightly as her fingers brushed against Samantha's hand.

"It's over. Cecilia nailed it." She popped the tab, foam spilling over her fingers. "Christopher's been caught, and Henry's done for too."

Samantha pursed her lips, the scars on her face having faded, giving her a unique charm. "Ms. Jenkins, what about Ollie? Are we just gonna let it slide?"

At the mention of Ollie, Aria's eyes dimmed. She took a swig of her drink, the cold liquid sliding down her throat, unable to shake the heaviness in her chest.

"Yeah, instead of dragging it out, I'd rather see this sea with Coralie in it." Aria showed a rare moment of vulnerability. "Life in prison, never seeing the light of day, isn't that punishment enough?"

Samantha said nothing, just wrapped her arms around Aria gently.

Aria tilted her head slightly, looking at Samantha's hair, and let out a soft laugh.

"Samantha," she said, returning the embrace, her fingers playing with a strand of Samantha's hair. "Most importantly, I want to spend my time with you."

Hearing this, Samantha's ears turned red, and she murmured, "Ms. Jenkins."

Aria chuckled softly, planting a gentle kiss on her hair.

The sunset's glow stretched their shadows long, eventually merging them into one, indistinguishable from each other.

Night, Skyview City.

Cecilia stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her apartment, the night outlining her figure, making her appear both tall and soft.

Suddenly, a warm arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a broad embrace.

Alaric rested his chin on top of her head, his voice husky. "What’s on your mind, babe?"

Cecilia didn't answer right away, simply leaning into his embrace a little more.

After a moment, she spoke softly, "Alaric, you know, in my past life, I never dared to dream of having such a wonderful life."

"It all feels like a beautiful dream, sometimes too good to be true."

Alaric paused for a moment, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, "What do you think is real?"

His hand moved slowly along her waistline, the touch both soothing and teasing. "Our body heat, our breathing, our voices, our feelings—aren't those real?"

Cecilia swallowed, letting out a low laugh as she turned to face him.

Mimicking his actions, she slipped her fingers under his shirt, her palm gliding over his firm abs. She looked up at him, her eyes bright.

"Your body is so warm."

Alaric looked down at her, his gaze darkening.

Suddenly, Cecilia stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips. 

Alaric's breath hitched, ready to respond, but Cecilia pulled back slightly, her arms still around him, her eyes tracing his features before settling back on his lips.

"Your breathing is quick," she said softly, her tone teasing.

Alaric chuckled, a beastly desire simmering in his eyes.

Cecilia slowly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, pressing herself against him, her warm breath on his chest.

"Alaric," she whispered, her voice husky, as his hand pressed her closer.

Her silk nightgown slid up her thighs, and Alaric's hand firmly held her leg. 

In the next moment, he lifted her, and she wrapped herself around him, their lips and tongues entwined.

"Your voice is enticing," Alaric murmured in her ear, his throat burning as he finished her sentence.

Cecilia's eyes were red, her hair disheveled, almost pinned against the window, her hands gripping his shoulders, breathing heavily.

The curtains were open, the city's neon lights shining like eyes, watching her from below.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, but she didn't retreat. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moving her hips slightly.

Alaric squinted at her, his eyes dark. Suddenly, he smirked dangerously, his fingers slipping under her dress, deftly removing her underwear, teasing her gently.

Cecilia shivered, her legs instinctively clamping together, her grip on his shoulders loosening as she slid down slightly. She gasped, feeling something hot pressing against her.

Before she could react, Alaric's movements quickened, his skilled fingers working her expertly. Cecilia arched her back, soft moans escaping her lips.

Alaric's heart raced, unable to hold back any longer. He guided her hand to touch him through his clothes. Cecilia quickly understood, nervously undoing his belt. 

As soon as her hand brushed against him, Alaric pressed her deeper, her back meeting the cool glass, making her shiver.

Before she could process it, Alaric thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.

Cecilia's back arched, her fingers curling on his shoulders, her body filled inch by inch.

It was a feeling of being completely filled, slow and inevitable.

Alaric buried his face in her neck, holding her tightly, his movements deep and deliberate, as if marking her deepest core.

The glass trembled slightly, reflecting Cecilia's arched back and their entwined arms. 

Her dress was half-off, her forehead damp, her cheeks flushed with a sensual glow, her breath a mix of shame and excitement, her legs trembling with each of Alaric's thrusts.

Alaric panted, his muscles defined, biting her shoulder, his voice low and close to her ear. "Cecilia, your feelings are real too."