Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 781: A Binding Submission



The golden rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of Lady Sofía's lavish chamber, casting a soft glow across the room.

The aftermath of the night's passion left the air thick with the scent of sweat and lingering desire.

Wang Jian lay in the grand bed, his muscular frame stretched out with ease, a look of quiet satisfaction on his face.

Beside him, Lady Sofía lay tangled in the satin sheets, her breathing slow and steady, though her mind was anything but peaceful.

Her hair, once carefully styled, was now disheveled, cascading in dark waves across her flushed skin. The mask she had worn to the masquerade was long forgotten, revealing the full beauty of her face-features that were now softened by the intimacy they had shared.

Her body ached deliciously from the night's exertions, every inch of her reminded of the man who had so effortlessly claimed her.

As she stirred beside him, Wang Jian turned his head to watch her, his sharp eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and something more possessive. He allowed the silence to stretch for a moment, enjoying the sight of her vulnerability, before breaking it with a low, commanding voice.

"Lady Sofía," he murmured, his hand gliding over the smooth curve of her waist, fingers tracing the outline of her hips. "Are you awake?"

Her eyelids fluttered, and she shifted slightly, her body instinctively pressing closer to his. She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a mixture of confusion and reluctant satisfaction swirling in her gaze. "Yes... I'm awake," she whispered, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Wang Jian's hand didn't stop moving, his touch firm but tantalizing as it slid down her thigh, making her body quiver in response. "Good," he said, his tone laced with dark intent. "Because we're not done yet."

Sofía's eyes widened slightly, but there was no real surprise in them. She had felt the way Wang Jian possessed her last night-ruthless, unrelenting, as though he had all the time in the world to make her submit. She knew now that the man beside her wasn't one to stop until he had taken everything he wanted.

Before she could respond, Wang Jian shifted, pulling her effortlessly onto her back as he loomed over her. His body hovered just above hers, his hands resting on either side of her head, trapping her beneath him. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice a mere breath as she gazed up at him, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Wang Jian's lips curled into a predatory smile. "What I want," he said, his voice deepening, "is for you to understand your place. Last night was just the beginning, Sofía. You belong to me now."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she swallowed hard, her brows furrowing. "Belong to you? I'm the wife of the King of Spain," she reminded him, her voice shaky but defiant.

Wang Jian's expression remained calm, though his eyes glinted with amusement. "Your title means nothing when you're in my bed," he said, leaning down so that his breath brushed against her ear. "You felt it last night. The way your body responded to me, the way you couldn't resist. You've already given yourself to me."

Sofía's breath caught in her throat as his words hit her. She wanted to deny it, to push back against the truth he was speaking, but the memory of how she had melted under his touch was fresh in her mind. The way she had surrendered to him, the way her body had betrayed her over and over again-it was undeniable.

Wang Jian's hand moved lower, sliding between her thighs, and Sofía gasped as pleasure rippled through her. He was already teasing her, his fingers skillfully finding the spots that made her hips involuntarily buck against him. Her resistance faltered once more, her body betraying her as the sensations took over.

"Admit it," Wang Jian murmured against her neck, his voice a silken command. "You're mine now, Sofía. You'll do whatever I tell you to. Won't you?"

Sofía bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her mind was at war with her body, but it was a battle she was quickly losing. Every touch from Wang Jian was like fire on her skin, burning away her defenses until there was nothing left but raw desire.

"I... I can't..." she whispered, though even she didn't believe her own words anymore.

Wang Jian chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her jawline as he increased the intensity of his movements. "You can," he said, his voice dripping with certainty. "And you will."

With a deft movement, he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her body into the bed as he took her once more. Sofía let out a sharp gasp as he entered her, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Every nerve in her body was on fire as he began to move, his rhythm slow but deliberate, driving her wild with need.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Tell me, Sofía. Who do you belong to?"

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her mind spinning as pleasure consumed her. She wanted to resist, but the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins left her powerless. "I... I belong to you," she finally gasped, the admission falling from her lips before she could stop

it.

Wang Jian's smile widened, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued his steady pace. "Good girl," he praised, his voice a low growl. "Say it again."

"I belong to you..." Sofía moaned, her voice trembling with submission. "I'm yours, Wang Jian."

The sound of his name on her lips made something primal flare inside him, and he quickened his pace, his body moving with more intensity now. The bed creaked beneath them as the pleasure built between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Sofía's cries grew louder, her body shaking as she reached the peak of pleasure once more.

As she shattered beneath him, Wang Jian leaned down, his lips brushing against the back of her neck. "You'll do whatever I command from now on, won't you?" he whispered, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

"Yes..." Sofía whimpered, her mind hazy with the aftermath of her release. "I'll do anything... anything you want."

Wang Jian's eyes gleamed with triumph as he slowed his movements, savoring every moment of her surrender. He had broken her completely, just as he had planned. "You'll obey me without question," he said, his voice low and commanding. "No matter what I ask of you."

"I will," Sofía whispered, her body limp beneath him. "I'll obey you, Wang Jian. I'm yours."

Wang Jian smiled, his heart racing with satisfaction as he finally stopped moving, his body still pressed against hers. He knew that Sofía had fully submitted to him now. There would be no more resistance, no more defiance. She was his-body, mind, and soul.

He pulled back slightly, allowing her to catch her breath as he leaned against the pillows. Sofía remained where she was, her body trembling from the intensity of their coupling, her mind spinning from the realization of what she had just agreed to.

Wang Jian watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, satisfied with how easily she had crumbled under his control. "From now on, you're not just the king's wife," he said, his voice soft but filled with authority. "You're my slave. You'll serve me in every way I desire."

Sofía swallowed hard, her body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure. "Yes... I'll serve you," she whispered, her voice filled with submission. She couldn't believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but she knew there was no turning back now. She was his, completely

and utterly.

Wang Jian reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from her face as he gazed down at her. "Good," he murmured, his tone dark and possessive. "Because I have many plans for you,

Lady Sofía."

Sofía's eyes fluttered closed, her body still humming with the sensations he had awakened in her. She knew that she had crossed a line from which there was no return. Wang Jian had claimed her in ways no one else ever had, and now she was bound to him for the rest of her

life.

As she lay there, exhausted and overwhelmed, Wang Jian's voice echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the man who had taken control of her life.

"You're mine, Sofía," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear once more. "And youNôv(el)B\\jnn

always will be."