Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 566: Aren’t You Supposed To Be A Playboy?!

But just as Carmela finally let herself sink into that warmth, just as her muscles loosened and her breathing evened out—she felt his hands change.

They didn’t stop.

They traveled.

Slowly, Cassius’s palms slid lower along the curve of her back, fingers drifting down her spine, thumbs tracing the slope of her sides.

At first she didn’t react, too wrapped up in the comfort of it, the way his touch grounded her, until suddenly she realized where those hands were heading.

Too low.

Far too low.

His fingers brushed the top of her hips.

Then dipped.

His fingertips brushed the waistband of her skirt, slipped beneath it, and went just inside her underwear, sinking into the soft, firm flesh of her ass.

Carmela jolted like she’d been shocked.

"Stop—stop, stop, stop!" She gasped, pulling away sharply, eyes wide with alarm. "What are you doing?! Why are you going down there?!"

Cassius blinked at her, genuinely confused.

"What do you mean why? Of course I was going to move to other places." His brow furrowed slightly. "Did you seriously think I was just going to keep rubbing your back forever? Come on."

"I mean, sure, if I only wanted to relax you, maybe. But if I’m supposed to actually help you get through this? There’s no way that’s enough."

She flushed and glared at him in disbelief.

"A-Aren’t you supposed to be some incredible playboy or whatever?"

She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest even as her body continued to tremble faintly.

"Someone who’s had a ridiculous amount of experience with women? Can’t you just...excite someone on by rubbing their back?"

"Shouldn’t you be able to do something like that without groping my rear?!"

Cassius looked at her for a beat.

Then he sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

"I wish, Carmela. Truly, I do. If that worked, I’d be a goddamn miracle worker." He said dryly. "But unfortunately for you, no matter how good my massage skills are—and let me remind you, they’re pretty damn good—it’s never going to be enough to completely push a girl over the edge."

"I mean, come on. You think a little spinal rub is going to give you some mind-blowing release?"

"That’s not how bodies work."

She hesitated.

Hard.

Her lips parted as if to argue, but no words came out.

Because deep down, beneath the sharp retorts and defensive pride—she knew he was right.

This was uncharted territory for her. Wildly embarrassing. And she hated feeling so lost, so reactive. So...out of control.

Cassius watched her wrestle with herself, his hands waiting patiently at his sides, not pushing—just present. And finally, after several agonizing seconds, Carmela let out a long, reluctant sigh and whispered:

"...Fine."

He blinked.

"But don’t go below my waist." She added quickly, cheeks burning. "That area is off-limits. Completely prohibited. Whatever you’re doing—keep it above the belt."

Cassius groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

"Such a shame." He lamented with a low chuckle. "You know, I’ve been noticing for a while now—but you’ve got one hell of an ass, Carmela. Seriously. Firm, round, bouncy...I mean, I can feel it every time you shift in my lap."

She turned even more warmer and glared daggers at him. But the flustered look on her face utterly killed the intimidation factor.

He then ignored her and let his gaze drift upward, lingering on the generous swell of her chest pressing against her white blouse.

"Well...if we’re not going down, the only other option is up." His voice turned low, velvet-rough. "And for that, I’m going to need to get rid of this annoying piece of cloth hiding the view."

Hearing this, Carmela panicked once again, hands flying to grab his wrists.

"Is there really a need to take off my clothes?!" She squeaked, voice rising. "Can’t you just...touch them over the blouse? Like before?"

Cassius rolled his eyes, though his smile was fond.

"Sure, I could." He said. "But it won’t have the same effect. It’ll take forever. We’ll be here all night, and you’ll still be burning up with my hands all over your body."

He leaned closer, voice dropping.

"If you want this over quick, if you want real relief, you need skin on skin. My hands on your bare breasts."

"So, it’s your choice, Carmela. Long and teasing...or fast and done."

Carmela froze, trembling in his lap, eyes wide and conflicted.

She was mortified.

This proud, ancient vampire, reduced to a shy, stammering girl negotiating how her breasts would be touched.

Minutes seemed to pass even though it was only seconds.

Finally, she released his wrists, looking away in defeat.

"Do...Do what you have to." She whispered, voice tiny.

Cassius’s smile turned tender—no longer teasing, just warm.

He then reached up slowly, giving her every chance to stop him, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

One button.

Two.

Three.

The fabric parted gradually, revealing inch after inch of flawless dark skin.

First the upper edge of her cleavage came into view.

A deep chocolate valley between two heavy, perfectly shaped breasts, skin soft and smooth, glowing with heat.

Then came more—hot and flushed, the shape of her curves impossible to ignore.

Finally, the blouse parted enough to reveal the pristine white bra beneath, lacy and delicate, straining to contain the weight of those generous, firm globes.

And then—her bare abdomen.

Sleek.

Toned.

A narrow waist that hinted at hours of combat training, faint traces of muscle ridges beneath porcelain skin.

Her navel also peeked out, and beneath that, her sculpted core—the clear evidence of a warrior’s body, power and beauty combined in the most unfairly tantalizing way.

And having such a glorious sight in front of him, he simply...stared.

Openly. Unashamedly.

Her full, plump breasts rose and fell with every quickened breath, the white lace bra barely containing them, nipples already visible as hard peaks pressing against the fabric.

Carmela too felt the heat of his stare like a physical touch and her hands flew up instinctively, slapping over his eyes.

"D-Don’t stare at me like that!" She snapped, voice high and flustered. "This is just to help with my condition! Not for you to gawk at my body like some starving animal! And don’t even try to deny it!"

"I can feel you lusting after me—it’s obvious!"

Cassius gently pulled her hands away, grinning without a trace of guilt.

"Sorry, sorry." He said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all.

His eyes then dipped again to her heaving breasts, watching them jiggle slightly with her agitated breathing.

"It’s just...I finally realized why your name is Carmela. It makes perfect sense now."

Carmela narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "What are you talking about?"

He smiled, thumbs brushing lightly over the lace of her bra, making her shiver.

"Look at you." He murmured, voice low and admiring. "Your skin, soft, warm, this beautiful golden-brown all over...like caramel. Smooth, sweet, impossible to resist."

"Carmela. It fits you perfectly. Someone knew what they were doing when they named you."

Carmela’s mouth opened, closed, opened again.

"You—!" She hissed, fangs peeking in frustration. "I-I swear I’ll slash your throat if you keep on making comments like that!"

Cassius just laughed, utterly unfazed.

"Sure, sure—go ahead." He teased, eyes dancing. "Slash away. Won’t stop me from saying what’s true...or from doing what we both know you need."

That only made her more frustrated, but she knew annoyingly that she didn’t have the strength to push him away now.

Not when her body still felt unsteady, oversensitive, reacting to every small thing.

Cassius’s hands moved again—this time to her abdomen.

His palms settled gently against her belly, fingers splaying over the soft, warm skin.

"Look at this." He murmured, voice full of wonder as he pressed lightly, then deeper. "So soft and squishy on the surface...perfect to grab, to hold while I’m behind you."

He squeezed gently, making the flesh yield under his fingers.

"But press a little harder...and feel that? Hard muscle underneath. This is the belly of a warrior. Strong, trained, but still so feminine. The perfect blend—soft fat over steel."

He rubbed gentle, thumbs tracing the faint lines of her abs.

"I could bury my face right here." He whispered, leaning closer. "Rub against this perfect stomach for hours."

Before she could protest, his fingers found her navel.

He spread the small indentation with two fingertips, then slipped one inside, twisting gently.

"Ah—!" Carmela jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her.

Cassius grinned with a lustful gaze.

"Such a sexy little navel." He purred, circling the sensitive spot. "Deep enough to hold a shot of fine liquor. I could just pour a glass right here..." He pressed deeper, making her hips buck involuntarily. "...and drink it straight from your body."

"Even better, on a hot day when you’re sweating from training or whatever, all that salty nectar pooling right here..."

He twisted his finger again.

"It’s be heavenly. I’d lick it clean."

Carmela bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hands gripping his shoulders for support, legs trembling.

She wanted to scold him—wanted to threaten him again—but the words wouldn’t come.

His touch was too good, too precise, easing the burning vitality while stoking a different kind of fire.

Cassius finally moved his hands higher, cupping her lace-covered breasts fully, lifting and jiggling them gently.

"And these." He groaned, watching them bounce in his palms. "I thought they’d be firm all the way through, rock hard like the rest of you."

"But no...they’re soft. Magnificent. Like two perfect chocolate pies hanging off your chest, just begging to be bitten into."

He leaned forward, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the swell of one breast, then the other.

"No—! Ahh—!"Carmela finally let out a shaky moan, unable to hold it back any longer.

Her body arched toward him, nipples straining against the lace, wetness beginning to pool between her thighs.

The fire inside her was no longer painful—it was needy. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

And Cassius knew it.

He smiled against her skin, voice a low, satisfied rumble.

"That’s it, Carmela...let me take care of you. Slowly. Properly."

His hands kept moving—gentle, worshipful, but with clear intent.

And the proud vampire was melting, one careful touch at a time.