Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 01

Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 01

My boyfriend’s “pick-me” best friend snipped the strings of my bikini, her grin dripping with triumph:

“It’s just a game. You aren’t mad, are you, Vivienne?”

Asher pulled her closer, his voice laced with casual indifference:

“Mad? Her? All I have to do is snap my fingers and she’ll come crawling back.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. Ever since my Succubus Core awakened, I had been in a constant state of… unbearable discomfort.

Amidst the bursts of laughter, I hunched over to shield my chest, when a stream of Barrage subtitle Feed suddenly flashed before my eyes:

[Is this going to be another one of those cliché dog-blood plots? The female lead gets mentally and physically abused by the scumbag and his mistress, leaves only after she’s covered in scars, and then the scumbag magically repents for a “pursue-the-wife-at-the-crematorium” ending?]

[Seriously, when will these hack authors stop writing this trauma-porn? I want my money back!]

[Exactly! Is the female lead blind? Why won’t she just look at the Saint sitting right next to her? Do you think he carries those prayer beads just for show? It’s because he’s a high-functioning addict trying to suppress his urges! He’s got a basement full of hidden ‘toys,’ and he’s as cold as he is crazy. This is what we VIP members actually pay to see!]

I froze for a second, then silently shifted until I was right next to the most aloof, abstinent man in the room: Silas Vane.

Sensing his overwhelming vital energy, my face flushed. I bit my lip and whispered in a tiny, trembling voice:

“Hi. Can I kiss you?”

。。。

The entire room fell into a stunned silence.

“Vivienne, what the hell are you playing at? Get over here, now!”

Asher’s face twisted as he barked at me in a frantic rage.

He then forced a smile toward Silas Vane:

“She’s just trying to spite me. Don’t mind her, Mr. Vane.”

Silas wasn’t wearing swimwear. His white shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, looking crisp and impeccable.

Obsidian prayer beads hung from his wrist, and a faint scent of myrrh and cedar swirled around him.

He was someone they normally couldn’t even talk to, let alone afford to offend.

He lifted his gaze slightly, giving me a look that was as sharp as it was fleeting.

His eyes were like polished glass—clear, shallow, and piercing.

My heart thudded against my ribs.

Those Barrage subtitle Feed comments couldn’t be lying to me, could they?

This was a matter of survival.

Not long ago, my Succubus Core had awakened.

I had heard that the first heat cycle for a Succubus was particularly agonizing.

I had to find prey to satisfy the craving.

As the cycle drew near, my self-control was slipping.

The dark tide surging within me made me feel constantly flushed, restless, and miserable…

I had only followed Asher here because I intended to use him to get through the cycle.

He was handsome enough and tall; I figured his size wouldn’t be a total disappointment in bed.

But before I could even test the goods, Skylar had already intercepted him.

During the round of Truth or Dare just now.

Skylar had sat on Asher’s lap, feeding him blackberries mouth-to-mouth.

They had kissed until their spit trailed between them, a display so intimate it made people hoot.

Amidst the cheers, Skylar had wrapped her arms around Asher’s neck, winking at me with smug satisfaction:

“Ash was just helping me out. We’ve been ‘bros’ for so long, we’re used to playing like this. You don’t mind, right?”

I bit my lip, my eyelashes trembling.

I put on a performance of a fragile, broken woman who was still deeply and silently in love.

This was one of the many tricks we Succubi used to lure prey.

The most elite hunters always appeared in the form of the hunted.

Once a Succubus awakened, they unconsciously began to emit a seductive allure.

My pitiful act immediately drew the heated gazes of every man around us.

Skylar gritted her teeth in hatred. Using the game as an excuse, she snipped the strings of my bikini again.

The pure white suit was adorned with pink bows, making me look incredibly youthful.

It accentuated my curves in a way that was both innocent and provocative.

As the bikini slipped, a large expanse of pale, supple skin was exposed.

My chest was on the verge of spilling out, completely unshielded.

I let out a sharp cry, clutching the thin fabric over my breasts as tears welled in my eyes.

I looked like a vulnerable, helpless rabbit, which only served to make the predatory gazes around me grow more intense.

In the next round of the game, I “unexpectedly” lost.

The Dare: [French kiss a member of the opposite sex for ten minutes].

Amidst a chorus of leering laughter, Asher kept one arm around Skylar and hooked a finger toward me with practiced impatience:

“I guess I have no choice to you. Come here, Vivienne.”

The crowd joined in the jeering:

“Ash really knows how to train his women. Such a beautiful girlfriend, and so obedient, too.”

“He’s got a girl in each arm—living the poly dream, honestly.”

I felt a surge of pure disgust.

His mouth had just been all over Skylar, and now he wanted me to kiss him?

Nobody wants to settle for someone else’s scraps.

Just as I was hesitating, I saw the Barrage subtitle Feed.

Without a second thought, I sat down right next to the legendary cold Saint, Silas Vane.

He felt cool to the touch, yet he radiated a overwhelming virility that smelled heavenly…

I swallowed hard, feeling as though my entire body had been set on fire.

I was so thirsty, so hot…

I didn’t want a single bite of Asher’s scraps anymore.

The man beside me was dressed in a shirt and trousers, his skin completely covered.

He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, yet he carried himself with the rigid discipline of a monk.

It made me want to… tear open his white shirt, bite into his elegant neck, pin down his vein-streaked hands, and shatter every ounce of his lofty, dignified composure! To drag him down from his high, pure altar and savor every bit of him…

The thought was exhilarating!

My eyes lit up.

To get a taste of this top-tier delicacy, I pulled out every trick in the book.

I tightened my arms around my chest, pushing my curves together to make them even more prominent.

I let my softness brush against his arm as if by accident, then shyly pulled away.

I looked up at him from the perfect angle, blinking my wet, doe-like eyes.

Blushing, I whispered in a tiny, trembling voice:

“Hi. Can I kiss you?”

He looked down at me with indifference, remaining silent.

I wasn’t ready to give up; I wanted to try one more time.

Asher rushed over and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away from Silas.

“Sorry, Mr. Vane. She’s being immature. I hope she didn’t ruin your mood.”

I cursed him under my breath for ruining my mood.

I let out a fake cry of terror.

As I yanked my hand away, I used the momentum to slap him hard across the face.

Taking the opportunity, I threw myself into Silas’s arms.

In the chaos, the thin fabric of my bikini fluttered to the floor.

My softness pressed firmly against Silas’s chest.

As I pinned him down onto the sofa, I even managed to sneak in a feel.

He was so firm, so well-built…

Silas’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he let out a muffled, strained groan.

The sound made my knees go weak, and I slumped completely against him, my hunger only intensifying.

I was so starving, and he was so… tempting.