[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Accidently Seducing The Deranged Archduke

Xion stepped out of the bathroom. Steam trailed after him like a magical mist revealing the precious treasure.

The ribbon around the waist was also tied like a bow on a gift.

Indeed, when Darius stared up from his chair, he thought exactly that. My precious little treasure.

The crimson robe his baby wore swayed with each hesitant step. The fabric slipped off one delicate shoulder, teasing him with pale skin, before Xion hurriedly pulled it back up.

The silver-haired man watched with barely restrained desire. The muscles in his jaw tightened at that lovely pink dusting those pinchable cheeks.

The urge to pull that cloth entirely off was overwhelming Darius’ already fragile sense of restraint. Only a tug and the satin would slide off that lithe frame, pooling at Xion’s feet.

Earlier, when Darius had helped him in the bath, his mind had been focused on healing those delicate feet. He was too worried about the wounds and fatigue, but now... now there were no distractions.

It was just Xion. Barely dressed and practically glowing from the steam like a freshly baked delicacy for him to dine on.

Each little step he took sent the robe fluttering around his thighs, exposing flashes of pale, unmarked skin.

Darius stared.

It wasn’t a simple glance or a passing gaze. His emerald eyes drank in every detail with the intensity of a predator locking onto its prey.

The sight of Xion in his robe—his robe—had him rooted to the spot. His fingers flexed laboriously against the wooden arms of his chair.

He watched as droplets of water clung to Xion’s collarbone before sliding down, vanishing beneath the deep collar of red satin.

Satin barely clung to his slim shoulders and kissed the tops of his knees.

His eyes drifted lower, down those slender legs, and then to the cute pink toes peeking out from beneath the fabric. They curled over each other nervously, almost as if embarrassed by his open gawking.

Too alluring.

"Darius?" Xion voiced hesitatingly. Those green eyes looked so concentrated that he felt his spine tingle.

"Come here," a familiar order in a familiar deep baritone and a foolish voice addict now stood closer to the ruler of the North.

The way Xion simply obeyed, pleased Darius. At least it made the Archduke happy enough to rein his dark thoughts a bit.

Then, the little kitten was instantly covered with a blanket, revealing only his damp black hair and pair of watery eyes, innocently blinking at Darius.

"Sit."

Only one word, that was all Darius could say as he gave Xion a bowl of warm soup.

His baby simply smiled before tasting the food he had cooked.

"It’s tasty."

The red of the tomato soup tainted the corner of Xion’s lips. Though it was instantly licked away, Darius had to cross his legs.

Did he want to degrade the innocent little kitten?

The answer came with visceral clarity: Yes.

Not just a simple yes. Oh, no. Not at all.

He, Darius Rael Darkhlem, wanted to ruin him. To unravel Xion piece by delicate piece, to discover just how much that fragile body could take before it broke.

He wanted to hear Xion gasp his name in that soft, breathless way. Wanted to mark that pale skin with bruises and bites, to leave evidence of his claim, his ownership.

And that sweet ass, his thoughts darkened further, gaze flicking to where the blanket covered just enough to leave his imagination tortured.

He wanted to have Xion splayed out and shaking, legs spread, and eyes dazed with pleasure, whispering his name. Only his name.

Darius was very much not ashamed to admit that he wanted to defile Xion in every way imaginable.

Does he know? Darius wondered wildly, his heart thundering. Does he know what he’s doing to me? But one look at Xion’s clueless face told him the answer.

No. He’s completely oblivious.

Wait a bit, he muttered to himself. Just until we get married. After that Xion would have nowhere to run away to.