"I know you did it for me. Come on, just admit it. Don't act shy with me."
Ivy cackled, raising her hands to his face and holding his chin. Lucien tried to break free, but her delicate fingers held his chin firm, her eyes locking with his as a cunning glint shone in them.
"Who is shy with you? Don't use such disgusting words on me," he muttered with a furrowed brow, gripping her wrist and removing it from his chin. Before she could react, he swapped places with her, pinning her in the carriage.
She was being too touchy. Couldn't she restrict her hands from touching him? Lucien thought, his eyes glaring at her coldly, but as he glared, she gave him a wider smile, making small noises, and his heart roared with tiny annoyance.
Ivy wrapped her hands around Lucien's neck, catching him off guard. "And if I wish to use such words on you, what are you going to do?" She chuckled, bringing her face closer to him.
Just a slight kiss... she could kiss his handsome face. Look at his lips. They were a more cheery tone than hers.
Ivy followed her instincts, cupping Lucien's face and bringing her lips closer to his, not giving him a moment to react. Lucien was like a statue while she did all the work.
She parted his lips, inserting her tongue inside, entangling them in a fierce dance.
Lucien's eyes widened, and he tried to struggle, but Ivy's hands on his neck were so firm, he couldn't break free.
With the last slight force, he separated their lips.
"What is this? What have you done ... Ivy?" He glared at her, gasping for breath.
In his mind, he wondered: Where did she learn this from? Why could she kiss so well?
"Huh, don't you like it? How my lips taste~" Ivy smiled, licking her lips slightly, raising a brow at him as a question.
Lucien's eyes turned dark from where Ivy could not see.
"You are asking for this," he stated, then cupping Ivy's head, clashing his lips with hers. He bit her lip, making her gasp a little, which did seem like a moan.
Ivy clung to his shoulders, allowing him to devour her lips. His tongue played with hers, sending an electrifying sensation. She couldn't help but let out small moans.
Lucien let her go, staring at her with cold eyes when he felt that she was breathless.
The expression on his face was as if he hadn't kissed her at all!
"So, do you like me then after this kiss?" Ivy folded her arms, looking at him with a bit of a teasing smile.
He had reciprocated her kiss.
He appeared to like kissing her, and if he felt so, it meant he liked her. Ivy squealed in her mind.
"Woman, I still don't like you. Even if you kiss me a thousand times," Lucien snorted, cleaning his lips with the back of his hand as if Ivy's kiss was disgusting.
"On?" Ivy raised a brow, looking at his action. She thought of something for a few seconds, then she said,
"Okay then."
Lucien furrowed his brow, wondering what she had meant by her last words, then he saw her bouncing back on him, her lips clashing with his.
He refused to open his lips to invite her inside, so Ivy took a bite, forcing him to part his mouth with slight pain.
She did not waste time, taking her tongue in.
She enjoyed kissing the villain. It was a great, wonderful feeling.
"Ha... honey, that is your reward for killing for me." Ivy pecked him on the cheek for the last time, expressing it in a sultry tone before getting off him, sitting elegantly on the seat next to him like she hadn't molested him moments ago.
"You who thought you this!" Lucien gnashed his teeth, pointing at her. His cheeks were a little shade of pink. Ivy smiled at this, seeing his appearance.
"My wildest fantasies about you did this to me. It made me a professional kisser, like the times I imagined pinning you to the wall, kissing the arrogance out of your handsome face." Ivy cleared her throat, explaining, with indifference, without a care in the world, that he would take her as a pervert.
Ivy stared at the villain, stealing glances at him.
Hmm, had she overdone it? She wondered.
Is the villain taking her as a pervert instead of falling in love with her courageous actions?
She screamed in her heart with all her courage, grumbling. She stared at Lucien, forcing herself to keep her expression calm.
"You... have you done this with someone else? You are so good at it," Lucien was blunt, pointing at her.
Anything that his body liked, he did not reject it. Because she was a good kisser, he would let her kiss him.
But had she kissed anyone else other than him?
He hated sharing his things.
His eyes darkened with the thought that she might have kissed someone else, and he felt disgusted.
Ivy gave him a confused look. "Of course not, I have not kissed another," she said, thinking in her memory, wondering if the original Ivy had kissed someone else.
Nope, she hadn't, Ivy nodded to herself. Even if the original Ivy had kissed someone else, she wouldn't dare say it to the villain!
"Are you sure with what you say?"
Lucien raised his brow, looking at her as he did not trust her words.
Look at her silly expression. It was hard for him to tell if she was lying or telling the truth.
He liked keeping himself clean; he did not want to share a kiss with someone that had been kissed by others.
"Of course, darling, I'm really sure."
Ivy chuckled and said, leaning to him with a smile. She saw Lucien giving her the expression that he did not believe her.
Lucien used his hand, stopping her from sticking to him.
"How am I to trust that you have not kissed another?" he said, his tone cold and serious, his hands ready to...
"Honey, the fact that I'm still a virgin proves that I have not kissed another," Ivy yelled, bringing his hand to touch her lips.
Lucien wanted to retrieve his hand, but she held him in a way that he couldn't break free, so he gave up.
"You are really shameless, huh? You can't help yourself from talking dirty," he could only sneer, staring at the lips that he had just kissed.
She was really shameless! He muttered in his heart.
"Oh honey, I learned that from you because you are pretty good at talking dirty," Ivy giggled, looking at him like she was telling the truth.
"Dirty? In what way?" Lucien said, looking at her.
Dirty in what way? He was much more elegant than her, and he wasn't shameless like her!
Ivy folded her arms, tapping her chin, thinking for a moment.
"Saying that you would kill somebody is dirty in its own way. The last time you threatened you would f**** me, that's dirty in its own way," she mentioned, counting with her hands.
If he had forgotten, let her remind him.
"So, Mr. Innocent, do you mind telling me now from where I learned about talking dirty?" She looked at him, asking as she was done putting down her list.
"Shut up, enough, or you will regret this," Lucien growled, finding no other way to rebuke her.
"Yes, sir," Ivy nodded, turning aside to the carriage, not looking at him anymore.
"Oh, the carriage has arrived!"
The coachman announced, as the floating carriage finally arrived at the Fire Castle.