[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke
Chapter 326: Just Tying Hands, Right? What Could Go Wrong?

Chapter 326: Just Tying Hands, Right? What Could Go Wrong?

"I want to tie you," Darius murmured against Xion’s lips, already reaching for the red ribbon he’d kept by his side.

"Ah? Again?" Xion assumed one time was enough. "Why do you like to tie people?" he muttered.

"Not people," Darius corrected. "I only want to tie you, my little lord."

As for others, the tying would be the final noose for their neck.

The silly kitten remembered his system’s warning and immediately felt the flush creep up his neck.

[People like His Grace don’t trust easily. They need control over everything—and that includes the people they desire. Binding kinks are practically their instinct. Why not try this silk ribbon?]

Xion’s long lashes fluttered. Just tying hands, right? What could go wrong?

As it turned out—everything.

Later, whenever Xion remembered this moment, he had the intense urge to time travel and slap himself.

It was precisely this moment that made Darius even more shameless. Ah, not just shameless, the Archduke shed his gentlemanly robe and turned into a completely perverted madman!

But that was a problem for future Xion.

Present Xion was already feeling warm all over as he thought about the previous two times they had sex.

He desired Darius, that much he couldn’t deny.

So, when Darius gently instructed, "Hold your hands together," Xion obeyed without hesitation.

The red silk slipped around his wrists, gliding smoothly at first, then tightening, circle by circle, until it bit into his skin.

The contrast of the red and white was so erotic, that it made the green of his eyes duller, without any hint of warm light in them. He still focused on the knot like he was sealing an ancient oath.

Xion couldn’t help but chuckle. "I thought you didn’t want me anymore," he teased, brushing a kiss against Darius’ lowered forehead.

The ribbon cinched tighter against his skin. A hiss escaped his lips.

That will leave a mark, the kitten thought to himself partially amused by how tense Darius looked.

"You were too weak," Darius replied as he slowly raised his head. "I didn’t want to... hurt you."

"And now?" Xion playfully raised an eyebrow. With a pretty bow on his wrists, he was helpless, but he still jabbed Darius lightly in the chest. "Not afraid of hurting anymore?"

Darius didn’t answer at first. His gaze devoured the lovely features of his sweet baby, memorizing every soft line, every nervous flick of dark lashes.

Finally, he murmured, "You want me to fuck you."

It was such a bold statement that it left Xion speechless.

"So let me ask you something, darling," Darius said. His hands clenched and unclenched, trying his best not to reach out for Xion.

Slowly, the familiar rhythm of dangerous calm returned to him like his senses at the beginning of the war.

Darius was filled with exhilaration. A thrill of filthy ecstasy wrapped around his senses pulling him deeper into the darkness that he had always avoided when he was with Xion.

"Are you really not tired? Because if you allow me now, I won’t stop later — not even if you beg."

A warning cloaked as a question. Because now, Darius didn’t even want to fight his urges.

Unaware of the danger, Xion hesitated only a breath before leaning in.

Gathering what little courage he had, the timid kitten licked the corner of Darius’ lips before softly kissing him.

"I wanted to give you the perfect wedding night," he mumbled shyly, "but I-I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do..."

He expected a kiss in return. Something passionate, and hot that always made his breathing stutter.

Unexpectedly, Darius stepped back.

Amidst the disappointment and confusion swirling in those heavenly blue eyes, Darius patted the thin back. "Stand up."

"Huh?" Xion tilted his head. The red forehead bead swung with the motion, catching the candlelight, and Darius’ attention.

"You prepared all this for me, sweetheart," the Archduke said slowly. "I have the right to admire it. Don’t I?"

"Oh..." Xion mumbled, stepping off the bed with a blushing face.

Tiny bells tied at his ankles rang softly with every move. The veil draped from his hips swayed, and the thin fabric barely concealed the delicate flesh underneath from the eyes of a ravenous beast.

Xion stood there, like a student waiting to be graded.

There was a hint of expectation in his heart. He wanted Darius to like it, or at least not find this erotic lingerie unpleasant.

Unlike before Xion couldn’t properly see his lovers’ expressions. So, he wasn’t able to notice how the calm pools of dull green eyes rippled as they slid over him inch by inch.

Whoever had designed this dress understood seduction too well.

The intense gaze lingered on the belly hidden behind the purple veil. His narrowed eyes halted at the little glint nestled on that cute little navel.

Golden chains looped over the pale curve of his waist looking both delicate and obscene. They seemed to be inviting him to grab them and pull Xion into his arms with no escape.

It was so easy for him to see all of Xion. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the faint outlines of nipples beneath sheer violet silk, the way every movement made his skin glow like moonlight...

It was maddeningly sexy.

While Darius drank in every inch of his kitten’s exposed skin, his equally hungry cock twitched—straining against his trousers like a beast eager to get a better look at the delicious prey.

Xion was fidgeting. His toes curled up, as he rubbed them over the other.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Did I go overboard?

Bitting his lower lips in frustration, he thought of a few more ways to beat his system up.

Just as he was growing uneasy, a low, hoarse voice sounded.

"Turn around," Darius commanded.

It wasn’t the usual gentle way, but the kind Xion had seen him using on the subordinates where no disobedience was allowed.

The bells jingled again, echoing loudly in the silence. The room’s temperature seemed to drop, and a chill crawled up his spine.

Suddenly he regretted dressing like this. The poor baby didn’t know that Darius was going to give him a few more reasons to regret his impulsiveness.

The Archduke’s breath halted in his throat. His eyes had darkened into molten jade, ready to burn the tight leash he had kept on his sanity.