Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 708: Messing With Bella In Public



His hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before slipping under her shirt to caress her bare skin. Bella gasped into the kiss, her breath quickening as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Wang Jian..." she whispered his name like a prayer, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he pushed her back onto the couch. The feeling of his weight pressing down on her, his warmth enveloping her, made her feel safe, protected, and completely desired.

Wang Jian's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made Bella's head spin. "I want to make you feel good, Bella," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire. "Let me show you how much I want you."

She nodded eagerly, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered herself completely to his touch. Wang Jian wasted no time, his hands deftly unbuttoning her shirt, exposing the smooth, pale skin beneath. His lips followed the path his fingers had created, kissing his way down to the valley between her breasts.

Bella's breath hitched as his hands slid behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. The garment fell away, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. Wang Jian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples.

A soft moan escaped Bella's lips as he leaned down, his mouth closing over one of her nipples, sucking gently. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched into his touch.

"Wang Jian... please..." she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. She needed more, needed to feel him, all of him.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Patience, Bella. I'm going to take my time with you."

But even as he spoke, his own restraint was thinning. The feel of her beneath him, the way her body responded to his every touch, was driving him wild with desire. He needed to be inside her, to claim her fully.

With a growl of hunger, Wang Jian pulled back just long enough to rid himself of his shirt, then returned to her, his hands moving to unfasten her pants. Bella lifted her hips, helping him slide them off along with her panties, leaving her completely bare before him.

For a moment, Wang Jian simply looked at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, her eyes heavy with lust, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She was perfect, and she was his.

"Bella," he whispered her name like a promise as he lowered himself onto her again, his hand sliding between her legs to feel the wetness there. She was more than ready for him, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Wang Jian... please, I need you," she begged again, her voice trembling with need.

He couldn't deny her any longer. With one smooth motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, then slowly pushed inside her. Bella gasped, her body tensing at the sensation of him filling her completely. It was a perfect fit, the feeling of him stretching her, claiming her, driving her wild with pleasure.

Wang Jian groaned as he buried himself inside her, the heat of her tightness nearly undoing him. But he held back, wanting to make this last, wanting to hear her moan his name over and over again.

He began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive Bella closer to the edge. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she moved with him, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Wang Jian... oh god, yes... don't stop..." Bella moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

"I won't," he promised, his voice rough with desire. "I'll make you mine, Bella. All night, you're mine."

And he did. They spent the entire night entwined in each other, exploring every inch of their bodies, their passion only growing stronger with each passing hour. Bella had never felt anything like it, had never experienced such intense pleasure. Wang Jian seemed to know exactly what she needed, how to touch her, how to make her cry out in ecstasy.

Their intimate moments were filled with whispered confessions, soft moans, and the sound of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Every time Bella thought she couldn't possibly take any more, Wang Jian would find a new way to drive her wild, leaving her trembling and begging for more.

As the night wore on, their pace became slower, more languid, as if they were savoring the last moments of their passion. Finally, as dawn began to break, they lay together, completely spent, their bodies entwined as they drifted off to sleep.

Bella's head rested on Wang Jian's chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt safe, content, completely at peace. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Wang Jian, his hand gently stroking her hair, smiled to himself as he felt her relax against him. He had done it. He had seduced her, completely and utterly, and now she was his.

And as Bella drifted off to sleep, Wang Jian knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together. He would continue to mold her, to shape her into the perfect companion, the perfect lover, someone who would never leave his side.

Because now, Bella was his, and there was no turning back.

In the days and weeks that followed, Bella became even more devoted to Wang Jian. She sought him out constantly, eager to spend every free moment with him. Whether they were at the college or outside of it, she always found an excuse to be near him, her attachment growing stronger with each passing day. Wang Jian, in turn, grew bolder with his actions, knowing that Bella would never resist him now.

The once-strong, independent woman had been reduced to someone who couldn't live without him. Wang Jian had completely and utterly seduced her, and now she was his to command, his to control. And as he looked into her adoring eyes, he knew that he had achieved exactly what he had set out to do.

Wang Jian reclined on the large, luxurious bed of Bella's apartment, a sly grin curling on hisn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

lips as he scrolled through his phone, reading through Bella's leave request. The words on the screen, "sick and unable to come to college," made him chuckle under his breath. "Sick, huh?" he muttered, casting a glance toward Bella, who was just stepping out of the shower, her damp hair cascading down her shoulders, wearing nothing but a towel that clung precariously to her voluptuous curves.

Bella noticed him staring and blushed deeply, clutching the towel tighter against her body. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice timid but playful.

"Just admiring the view," Wang Jian responded with a wink. He set his phone down and

patted the bed beside him. "Come here."

Bella hesitated for a moment, her shyness still getting the better of her even after the passionate night they'd shared. But the pull of Wang Jian's smoldering gaze was irresistible, and slowly, she crossed the room to join him on the bed.

As she sat down, Wang Jian reached for her, gently pulling her into his arms. His hands caressed her back, slowly sliding down to the curve of her hips. Bella bit her lip, feeling the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of the towel.

"You know," he whispered into her ear, "we now have a few days of freedom left. We can do whatever we want." His lips grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Bella's breath hitched, and she squirmed slightly in his grasp. "W-Wang Jian," she stammered, "we... we can't just stay in bed all day."

"Why not?" Wang Jian teased, his voice low and seductive. "We've got all the time in the world. No classes, no responsibilities... just you and me."

Bella's breath caught in her throat as Wang Jian's hand found its way to the curve of her hip,

his fingers sliding along the edge of her panties. She bit her lip, torn between her shyness and the undeniable desire that pulsed through her body.

"W-Wang Jian..." she protested weakly, though there was no real conviction in her voice. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but the thought of indulging so freely still embarrassed her.

Wang Jian grinned, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You don't have to be shy, Bella. No one's here but us. And trust me... you're too irresistible for me to keep my hands off."

His words sent a shiver down Bella's spine, and she felt her resolve weakening. She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze made her heart flutter, and before she knew it, she was nodding, giving in to the fire that burned between them.