Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 60. He Is A Dom

Shea turned to Allen with a mischievous glint in her eye, her lips curved into a playful smile. "You remember my first request, right?" she asked, her fingers trailing lightly over his arm.

Allen's heart rate quickened as he remembered all too well what she was referring to. She had asked him to be her virtual sugar baby, and it triggered his discomfort. That was why he didn't say yes to her request when they were still in the Cyber building. But she didn't seem to notice.

"I remember," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"So?" Shea let go of his hand and went in front of him, her figure illuminated by the glow of the virtual sun outside. "You should act like one then," she said, her tone teasing. The long sofa was behind them.

An announcement materialized in front of him, inviting him to perform a lewd act and he accepted the offer.

But as he looked back at Shea, he knew that he couldn't go through with her original request. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "I never said yes to that request, so I'll do a little improvisation."

Without hesitation, he approached Shea, his movements graceful and fluid, like a panther stalking its prey. He closed the distance between them, his body almost brushing against hers, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him.

Shea's breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat of his body against hers. She gazed up at him, her eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, she forgot everything else.

Then, she felt his hand on her chin, tilting her head up even further. She gasped at the suddenness of it, but she didn't pull away.

"We will do it in my way," Allen repeated, his voice low and seductive.

Shea could feel the power in his words, the promise of something thrilling and dangerous. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into Allen's sharp, intimidating gaze. His eyes were like two blazing orbs of molten ruby, and they seemed to bore into her very soul.

She knew what he wanted â€" he wanted to take control, to dominate her in a way that she had never experienced before. And despite her initial reluctance, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

But Shea was no pushover. She was used to being in control, used to calling the shots. And she wasn't about to let this younger man take over her life.

"I decline," she said firmly, her voice laced with steel. "I don't like being in someone's control."

Despite her words, however, she couldn't resist the pull of Allen's hand on her chin. With a sly smile, she took his hand and moved it to touch her cheek, reveling in the feel of his warm skin against hers.

Then, with a sudden burst of daring, she moved his index finger in front of her lips. Without blinking or taking her eyes off of him, Shea opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking his fingertips in a slow, sensual gesture.

It shocked him indeed, but he kept his composure. Shea gave off a different vibe from the other girls so he could understand why. Moreover, it was obvious from their virtual meeting in the throne room.

It was clear to him that Shea was not like the other girls he had met before. She exuded a sense of power and confidence that was both intoxicating and intimidating. And he could sense that she was not the type to easily submit to anyone, let alone a younger man like him.

"Is it because of your pride?" he asked, his voice low and probing. He leaned in closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't you want to play along?"

Shea felt a shiver run down her spine as she heard his words. They were daring and suggestive, filled with the promise of something thrilling and taboo. And even though she knew that she should resist him, something inside of her yearned to play along.

It was an interesting offer since she had never been like that before, not in the game, not in the real world, not in bed. Due to his weak condition, her late husband was a sub so usually she was the one who took control in the bed.

"I---" Before she could answer, Shea was caught off guard by Allen's sudden action, his thumb tracing a path down the back of her ear to her neck, his fingers slipping beneath the strap of her dress. The sensation of his touch sent a tingling shiver down her spine, making her gasp softly.

Before she could even process what was happening, Allen's lips were on the side of her neck, kissing her skin with a hunger that sent waves of pleasure through her body. She felt her knees go weak as he trailed kisses down her shoulder, his hands roaming over her curves and making her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.

It was like a spell had been cast over her, making her forget all her reservations and doubts. All she could focus on was the heat of his body against hers, the taste of his lips on her skin, and the way he made her feel desired and wanted.

For a moment, Shea allowed herself to indulge in the pleasure of his touch, forgetting everything else around her. But then a nagging thought crept into her mind, reminding her of who she was and what she stood for.

'What am I doing?' she asked herself, feeling a sudden sense of guilt and shame. She had always prided herself on being in control, on never letting anyone else dictate her actions. But here she was, succumbing to a touch of a younger man, one who she barely knew and who was beneath her in status.

But it didn't end there, his seduction continued.