Free Web NovelChapter 97: Governor Milf
Vanya was apparently a governor who dealt with commanders, which gave Kane a chance to invade her home.
Walking through the noble quarter with Vanya felt natural.
Kane played the part of the diligent Border Lord perfectly, citing a sudden need to discuss local security protocols with her directly.
No one questioned a warlord taking a personal interest in securing a prominent family’s estate.
Stepping through the grand doors of her residence, sounds of polite, boring society drifted from the main dining hall.
Her husband, a minor governor who preferred wine to swords, was busy entertaining local merchants.
From the opposite side of the estate, faint giggles echoed from the manicured garden where little Elara played with the maids.
’This is a risky game,’ Kane smiled to himself, catching the nervous flutter of Vanya’s eyelashes.
’The husband is fifty feet away, and she still invited me inside.’
"Right this way, Lord Kane," Vanya whispered, her voice carrying a slight tremor.
Leading him quickly down a quiet, carpeted hallway, she opened the door to her private drawing room and slipped inside.
As they closed the door behind them, the click of the brass latch sounded extremely loud in the sudden quiet.
Kane leaned casually against a bookshelf, crossing his arms.
He didn’t rush.
Rushing ruined the anticipation, and the anticipation radiating from the gorgeous mother was intoxicating.
"You have a very lovely home, Vanya," Kane offered, letting his eyes wander slowly over her plush curves, ignoring the expensive furniture.
Fidgeting with the silk fabric of her azure gown, she refused to meet his direct gaze.
"My husband takes great pride in his estate. He likes everything to look perfect for his guests."
"I think he cares more about his guests than what is happening right under his own roof," Kane observed smoothly.
Her head snapped up, brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill.
"Lord Kane, please."
"Kane," he corrected, taking a slow, measured step toward her.
"And a woman like you shouldn’t have to hide how beautiful she is. Your husband is a fool for leaving a prize as you neglected."
A delicate flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a pretty shade of crimson.
She took a tiny half-step backward, her back pressing gently against the edge of a mahogany writing desk.
"You shouldn’t say such things..." Vanya protested weakly, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper.
"I’m a married woman."
"Yet here you are," Kane grinned, closing the remaining distance until he stood just inches away from her.
"Alone with me, heart racing. Tell me honestly, Vanya, when was the last time he made you feel like a woman instead of just a wife?"
She opened her mouth to argue, but the words died in her throat.
The stark truth of his question hit her, dismantling her polite aristocratic defenses.
Her chest heaved, drawing his attention to the swell of her breasts spilling over the tight bodice.
’She’s hot,’ Kane realized, feeling a surge of dominant heat.
’A beautiful, vibrant woman tucked away like a porcelain vase.’
Reaching out, Kane let his hand settle warmly on the curve of her lower back.
She gasped softly at the contact, her eyes darting nervously toward the closed door.
"My husband... his guests are just down the hall," she stammered, though she made zero effort to push his hand away.
"If a servant walks in—"
"Then they will see the Border Lord discussing security with the lady of the house," Kane murmured, bringing his free hand up to brush a stray lock of rich brown hair behind her ear.
His thumb traced the sensitive skin just below her jawline.
The slight friction sent a visible shiver down her spine. Her pulse hammered frantically against his fingertips, betraying how much she enjoyed the danger.
"Does the risk frighten you?" Kane asked, leaning in until his lips hovered right beside her ear.
"Or does it just make this far more exciting?"
Vanya squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a soft, shuddering sigh as his thumb continued its slow, deliberate stroke across her neck.
[Charisma Check: Overwhelming Success]
[Target Status: Highly Aroused / Conflicted]
"I’m a governor," she tried one last time, clinging desperately to her crumbling sense of duty.
"An unsatisfied wife," Kane countered, sliding his hand from her lower back to grip her waist firmly.
"Look at me."
Slowly, her eyelashes fluttered open.
"Tell me to leave," Kane challenged softly, his gaze locked onto her parted lips.
"Look me in the eye, tell me you want me to walk out that door, and I will go. I will never bother you again."
Silence stretched between them, ripe with unresolved tension.
From down the hall, a muffled burst of laughter erupted from the dining room.
Vanya flinched slightly, but her hands instinctively came up to rest flat against Kane’s chest, her fingers curling into his shirt to keep him exactly where he was.
’She can’t do it,’ Kane smirked internally, tasting his victory.
"I... I can’t," Vanya admitted, a tear of frustration and relief escaping the corner of her eye.
"Say it," Kane demanded, pressing his body flush against hers, pinning her securely against the desk.
"Tell me what you want."
"You."
Kane didn’t give her another second to think.
Capturing her lips, he kissed her with an uncompromising passion.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or polite; it was a fierce claiming that demanded her surrender.
Vanya whimpered softly into his mouth, her initial stiffness melting into immediate, frantic participation.
Her hands slid up his chest, tangling desperately into his red hair.
She kissed him back with the starved intensity of a woman who hadn’t been touched properly in years. freeweɓnøvel.com
Opening her mouth for him, she welcomed the dominant sweep of his tongue, tasting of wine and nervous energy.
Sliding his hand down to cup her plush thigh, Kane pulled her flush against his growing arousal, letting her feel exactly what she had started.
Tearing her lips away for a desperate gasp of air, Vanya buried her flushed face into the crook of his neck.
Her fingernails dug sharply into his shoulders, anchoring herself against the dizzying rush of adrenaline.
"We shouldn’t..." she whispered against his skin, her entire body trembling in his tight embrace. "This is wrong."
"Then don’t stop," Kane grinned, kissing her even harder.
