Devilish secretary-Chapter 335 Well trained girlfriend

Lilith’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her lashes brushing against her cheeks as a warm, tingling sensation crawled down her neck.

Her breath hitched.

She tilted her head slightly—and there he was.

Darkness sat beside her, one hand propped on the edge of the bed, the other trailing his finger lazily along the side of her neck, as if memorizing her skin. His expression was unreadable, eyes cast down, focused on that gentle, lingering touch. He hadn’t even glanced at her, yet she knew he was fully aware she had woken up.

His presence felt heavy, quiet, intense.

She didn’t speak right away.

Her skin prickled where his finger moved, slow and deliberate, sending warmth spreading down her spine.

"...You’re not Gray," she said softly, voice still laced with sleep.

His lips twitched faintly but still, he didn’t look at her.

"No," he murmured. "You called for me in your sleep."

Lilith blinked, stunned for a second. Had she?

Darkness finally lifted his eyes.

That piercing, dark gaze met hers.

"I heard you’re dating all of us today?" Darkness said, his voice low and teasing, a wicked smirk curling on his lips as his gaze locked onto hers. He leaned a little closer, the bedsheet shifting slightly with his weight. "So I came here to see what you planned for me..."

Lilith sat up slowly, her hair messy from sleep, her dress slightly slipping off her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes at him, half amused, half exasperated.

He reached out and tucked the dress strap gently back in place, his fingers brushing against her skin with deliberate slowness. "I hope," he whispered near her ear, his breath hot, "you’ve planned something I like, sweetheart..."

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the slight curl of her lips.

"Oh?" she said, tilting her head, "And what do you like, exactly?"

Darkness leaned in, so close that their noses almost touched, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"You."

His lips brushed her cheek, barely there.

Lilith pushed his face away with her palm, firm yet calm, her fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. Darkness didn’t resist...he let her do it, still wearing that devilish smirk, his black eyes glittering like sin under candlelight. freewebnσvel.cøm

That’s exactly why people say...it’s all about aura, Lilith thought.

She stood up from the bed slowly, adjusting her dress with elegance, her bare feet softly touching the warm wooden floor. She didn’t even look back, knowing very well that his eyes were following her every move.

Darkness leaned back on his hands, gaze locked on her figure like a predator watching something that already belonged to him.

"Oh sweetheart," he murmured under his breath.

Lilith had neatly folded the clothes and placed them on the cupboard. As she turned and handed them to him, Darkness took them with a lazy grin and leaned a little closer, just enough to give her a bold wink before strolling off to change. His presence always felt too much and never enough at the same time.

Lilith shook her head and walked over to the window, her hands gently brushing the curtain aside. The sky was turning dusky, soft hues of orange and blue melting into each other, casting long shadows on snowy ground..

When the door behind her opened, she turned.

There he was.

Darkness stepped into the room wearing the outfit she had chosen–a black winter coat with silver detailing, zipped halfway to reveal a deep grey turtleneck underneath. Black gloves gripped in one hand, and his slim-fit pants matched perfectly with his combat-style boots. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his presence screamed danger in the most beautiful way. A man who didn’t follow rules, only wrote his own.

His eyes landed on her, and a smirk curled his lips.

"Well," he said, voice like velvet laced with heat, "didn’t expect you to pick clothes that match my soul."

Lilith arched a brow, smiling faintly. "Don’t flatter yourself. I just dressed you like the villain you are."

Darkness walked closer, slow and deliberate. "And what if I said I only want to be the villain in your story, sweetheart?"

She turned back to the window with a quiet chuckle, hiding the flutter in her chest.

***

After checking out from the resort, Lilith walked to the car, the cold air brushing past her cheeks as she stepped ahead of Darkness. With practiced ease, she opened the passenger side door for him, not saying a word.

Darkness raised a brow, clearly amused, and slid inside the car with a deep smirk on his lips. "Such a well-trained girlfriend," he teased, stretching his legs out as he made himself comfortable. "Opening doors now?"

Lilith rolled her eyes and shut the door with a little more force than necessary. "Such a spoiled devil," she muttered as she walked around and slipped into the driver’s seat.

The engine started with a low hum. She glanced sideways at him—he was still smirking, one hand resting lazily on the armrest, his gaze half on her, half out the window like he already knew she was up to something.

"I’m not telling you where we’re going," she said flatly, eyes on the road.

"I wasn’t asking," he said, chuckling. "But you know I’ll find out anyway."

Lilith’s lips curled slightly, eyes narrowing at the road ahead. "Maybe. But by the time you do, it’ll be too late to escape."

Darkness looked at her, amused. "So I’m being kidnapped?"

"Obviously," she replied, keeping her expression cool. "Any last words?"

Darkness leaned back with a satisfied sigh, eyes glinting with excitement. "Just drive, kidnapper. I’m yours for the night."

And with that, the car sped down the road, heading toward whatever surprise Lilith had planned next.

The sky had begun to darken, bleeding into shades of navy and charcoal. Snow flurries swirled lightly as the car sped through the winding mountain road. Lilith’s hands were steady on the steering wheel, her lips pressed into a thin line. The air inside the car was quiet..too quiet. Darkness lounged in the passenger seat, arms crossed, one leg resting casually over the other.

"Seriously where are we going sweetheart?" he asked causally, getting bored.