Free Web NovelChapter 171: Chapter 171: Use Your Mouth
Chapter 171: Use Your Mouth
Before Yvonne could react, Elias kissed her ear.
The touch was gentle. Reverent, even. His lips brushed the shell of her ear as if he were offering worship instead of provocation, but the heat of his breath slipped in after every kiss, soft and deliberate. It poured into the most sensitive place with every exhale, as if he meant to melt her thoughts from the inside.
Yvonne did not move.
She sat still beneath him, her body as composed as a statue in a chapel. If anyone looked only at her face, they might think her soul had left and only the shell remained.
But Elias felt something move around his waist.
He lowered his eyes.
Then he laughed softly.
Yvonne’s hands had found his waist without either of them naming it. Her arms rested there as if by accident, but her fingers had already curved against him.
The statue had been tempted.
Elias was not satisfied with that.
He wanted more than the smallest crack in her mask. He wanted to tear away Yvonne Quinn’s cold, desireless disguise piece by piece and see what was alive underneath.
One of his hands slid toward her chest, aiming for her heartbeat.
No one could fully fake that. The heart sat too close to truth. Thoughts could lie. Faces could lie. Voices could lie. But the heart betrayed what the mind tried to bury.
At last, Yvonne reacted.
Her hand came up and caught his wrist with steady precision, stopping him before his palm could reach her. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Dr. Quinn," Elias said, looking down at her with a brilliant smile, "what are you doing? Do you not want me to touch you because I’m offending you, or do you not dare let me touch you because you’re afraid I’ll find out that I’ve moved you?"
Yvonne’s thin lips parted.
Behind the gold rims of her glasses, her eyes lifted. Her voice remained cool. "How did your father punish you?"
"I forgot."
Elias answered too smoothly.
Too quickly.
There was no hesitation in it, no search for memory, no sign that the question had caught him off guard. It was an answer prepared long ago and kept ready for the exact moment Yvonne stepped into the trap.
Yvonne’s expression did not change.
A little deception like that could not humiliate her.
And deception was not Elias’s real purpose anyway.
He tilted his head and said slowly, "I forgot how my father punished me. But I remember how my ex-girlfriend punished me."
As he spoke, his lips pushed into a pout. His face filled with grievance.
His collar was already open, and his throat was fully exposed, but he still tugged the fabric aside again, making sure Yvonne had no excuse not to look. He pointed to the red marks on his neck.
"Look. She bit these."
Then he kept going, as if filing a formal complaint.
"And it wasn’t only that. She insulted me. She used her words to humiliate me over and over."
"And she would pick up a pillow and press it over my face so I couldn’t breathe. Like she wanted me to suffocate."
"And then..."
He went on and on, listing Serena’s crimes one after another. He sounded like a plaintiff in court, standing before a judge and pouring out every grievance the defendant had committed. The list seemed endless.
Yvonne listened in silence.
She really did look like the judge then, seated high above the room, taking in every word before delivering a fair and absolute sentence.
As Elias spoke, anger crept into his voice. His pretty face flushed with it. "That’s how she treated me. She really, really didn’t see me as a person. I honestly..."
"Loved it so much."
At the end, his attitude turned completely.
The outrage vanished. His expression shifted into something bright and shamelessly alluring. His teeth pressed lightly into his lower lip, and the look in his eyes carried a heat that made the earlier accusation sound like foreplay.
Under any ordinary circumstances, such a reversal would have been too abrupt, almost ridiculous.
On Elias, it made perfect sense.
It could even be predicted.
"That’s why she was my girlfriend." He lifted one hand to his lips and bit the tip of his finger, his expression strained between restraint and enjoyment. "She made me feel so good. Really."
Then he looked down at Yvonne through his lashes.
"But Dr. Quinn, do you know how she became my ex-girlfriend?"
His smile deepened.
"Because I’m a bad boy."
His voice softened, but the arrogance in it sharpened. "And when a bad boy throws away a toy, does he really need a reason?"
The logic was cruel, but it fit.
To a child, a toy was just something to use until the interest ran out. It did not matter how much the child had loved it yesterday. Once he no longer wanted it, it became junk.
Only with Elias, the toys were women.
"Bad?" Yvonne said.
Her tone barely rose or fell. "I don’t see it."
Elias paused.
Then his eyes narrowed. "Try me and find out."
The words had barely left his mouth when Yvonne’s hand moved.
Fast. Accurate. Practiced.
Her fingers closed around his throat with the efficiency of someone who had imagined the movement more times than she would ever admit. She found the slender line of his neck in one clean grip.
Elias did not panic.
He lowered his eyes to look at her hand, then lifted both of his and rested them lightly around her wrist.
"Yvonne," he said, intimate again, coaxing again, "take the gloves off, okay? I don’t like them."
The address had shifted from Dr. Quinn to Yvonne as if the distance between them had never existed.
Yvonne faintly caught the pattern in how he changed what he called her. She did not dwell on it.
Her voice stayed cold enough that, with eyes closed, a person might imagine themselves lying under surgical lights. No warmth. No feeling. Only polished steel and controlled breath.
"Why?"
Elias thought, Because I told you to. Why are there so many questions?
On the surface, he lowered his lashes and became obedient again, the well-behaved boy Yvonne had first seen at Longhaven. "Because doctors and nurses wear gloves like that in hospitals. It makes me think of bad memories from when I was sick."
He lowered his voice further, as if sharing some private and embarrassing secret.
"When they gave me shots, they wore gloves like that. I don’t like it."
Yvonne acted as if she had not heard him.
She seemed completely uninterested in obeying his request.
The look in Elias’s eyes chilled.
"Take them off," he said, displeased now. "Don’t drag it out."
In the blink of an eye, another mask had appeared.
No one could know how many faces were hidden beneath the one Elias was wearing.
Only then did Yvonne release his throat.
Elias immediately turned good again, as if the order had never happened. He reached for her hand like a docile little husband preparing to peel off the glove himself.
Yvonne moved out of reach.
Her lips opened and closed.
"Use your mouth."
Elias froze for a beat.
Then his smile widened, brighter than before.
As expected of a pervert. She really did know how to play.
If he had not known Yvonne’s character file, he might have believed she had already gone through countless men. The command was too natural, too clean, too skilled.
Elias slowly lowered his head.
He opened his mouth and caught the glove at her finger with his teeth.
He did not pull it off right away.
Instead, he lifted his eyes and looked at Yvonne from beneath his lashes. Their gazes locked.
Yvonne could see the hurt in his eyes. The grievance. The faint, pitiful sadness, as if she were the one forcing him into this.
He was born knowing what expression would wake a woman’s desire.
Only then did Elias bite down and tug.
The glove slid free between his teeth, peeling away to reveal Yvonne’s bare hand beneath.
A flawless hand.
Clean, fine-boned, and steady.
Elias stared at it, eyes brightening.
If she ever used that hand on him, it would probably feel incredible.
