Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 91: I Don’t Like Women, Right?

I sink deeper into the tub, the hot water wrapping around my body like a tight embrace. Steam curls up around , but it does nothing to cool the fire raging inside.

Slick pours from my pussy, thick and hot, blending with the bathwater and leaving my thighs even wetter. I can’t hold it back—this side of mine is in full control, craving satisfaction. Why am I even feeling this? For the first ti, I have doubts. Hellen was my best friend, and now... I know her ulterior motives. I don’t like won... but then why am I sitting here? In this state? Do I really like won now?

My fingers slip between my legs, spreading my swollen folds apart. I moan deeply, the echo bouncing off the tiles, as I slide two fingers into my soaking cunt.

"Ahhh... they are sensitive..."

They glide in without resistance, drenched in my own juices, and I start pumping them slow, savouring how my inner walls grip them tight as if devouring them.

"Fuck," I gasp, my back arching against the tub’s rim. The tension coils quick, my clit pulsing as I rub it hard with my thumb.

I don’t know how I feel about Hellen’s kiss. Also, why was Hellen saying that I was covered in an alpha’s sll? Lily was an oga. The things that I had given her would have also helped with her future husbands.

"Ahh, I-I hate... her."

I am an... oga... no maybe, eunuch, I don’t know—every throb in my core is confusing . My body gives away with surges of pure want, my nipples stiffening into hard points above the water, aching for a twist.

I picture an alpha stumbling in, catching my scent from afar, her cock swelling at the view of fingering my desperate, spread pussy.

Wait?

Her?

I drive my fingers in harder, quicker, hunting that peak, water splashing with every thrust. I cum hard—letting it shatter through .

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I’m so confused about my own biology now, I thought, instincts warring with the eunuch idea as Ivory’s party swirled around —glittering chandeliers casting diamonds on silk gowns, laughter and clinking glasses filling the opulent hall.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Emily?" Ivory asked, her chocolate skin glowing under the lights, curvaceous fra sharp in a tailored black suit—pants hugging powerful thighs, blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease chili-scented cleavage.

"Yes, I am," I replied, forcing a smile, my blue silky gown whispering against my plush curves—sapphire fabric draping elegant over my breasts, cinched at my tiny waist before flaring soft over rounded hips and thickened thighs. My raven hair was swept into a sleek chignon, exposing my nape; diamond necklace and earrings sparkled cool against flushed skin, full lips glossy under the glow.

"You have a lot of fans here—snapping photos from afar." Ivory grinned, her alpha aura warm-spicy.

"Yeah, I never knew you were calling to a celebrity party," I laughed light, though my mind spun—Hellen’s confession, Lily’s humiliation, my body’s betrayal.

"I solved a high-profile case—corporate espionage ring. Earned this invite." She adjusted her cufflinks, suit jacket straining over broad shoulders.

"Oh, good for you."

"You’re worried about sothing?" Ivory probed, brown eyes narrowing perceptive as she sipped her drink.

"No, I’m not. Just thinking... stuff." I averted my gaze, diamonds catching light like tears.

"Fine, let grab a glass of wine for you, okay? Loosen up." She winked, striding away through the crowd, heels confident.

Suddenly, Alexei erged from the throng—tall and sharp-suited, his stepbrother sneer twisting handso features, hair slicked, eyes cold with disdain. He beelined for , planting firm in front. "Emily."

"Alexei, I don’t want to talk to you," I snapped, chignon bobbing as I straightened, blue gown shimring defiant.

"You should co back ho. Helly Paws is just a one-ti hit—flash in the pan. Father and Mother are getting angrier with your impulsive behaviour."

I glared daggers, erald eyes flashing. "Do you think I care? Besides, you’re just jealous of ."

"Jealous of you?" He scoffed, lip curling.

"Yes—tell my cheap parents I’m not coming ho. They never liked anyway," I hissed low, voice venom despite the quiver.

"You’ll be sorry about that." He spun on his heel, vanishing into the crowd, leaving seething—wine forgotten, biology’s chaos swirling louder amid the party’s facade.

Ivory strode back through the glittering crowd, two crystal flutes of ruby wine glinting in her manicured grip, her tailored black suit cutting razor-sharp lines against the party’s sea of silk gowns and tuxedos. Chili-spiced pheromones blood reassuring around her like a warm embrace as she handed one, eyes twinkling. "Here—liquid courage. You need it, don’t you?"

I took it gratefully, full lips parting for a deep sip—the rich rlot gliding velvet-smooth over my tongue, tart berries and oak warming my chest instantly as my sapphire gown caught the chandelier’s prismatic glow. "Thanks, Ivory. Perfect timing."

"Who was he?" She nodded toward Alexei’s vanishing silhouette, her voice low amid the murmur, eyes sharpening.

"My stepbrother," I muttered, taking another fortifying sip that steadied my glare, diamonds at my throat flashing cool fire.

"I’ve seen him around—tech circles, schmoozing investors." Ivory sipped her own flute, suit jacket straining slightly over broad, muscled shoulders.

"Yeah, he’s a tech CEO, running my father’s other company. Total jerk—always has been." I drained half the glass in one go, the buzz loosening my jaw, necklace diamonds dancing light across my olive cleavage.

"Oh." She leaned in casual, pheromones spicy-cozy. "How’s your work going, then? Helly Paws still booming?"

"Good—ads are everywhere now, billboards lighting up the city." I swirled the wine’s ruby depths, my sleek chignon exposing the nape’s smooth curve, raven strands gleaming glossy.

"What about mine? Solved that case yet?" I teased light, erald eyes flickering playful despite the undercurrent.

She chuckled deep and throaty, a rumble from her chest. "Good progress—another high-roller scandal brewing, embezzlent with a side of blackmail. Thrilling stuff."

We traded easy questions after that—casual back-and-forth on police cases, pet fashion trends, city gossip about starlets and scandals—as I polished off the glass, warmth spreading golden through my veins, loosening my tense shoulders, full lips now stained a faint, seductive crimson.

Ivory took the empty flute from my fingers smoothly, passing it to a gliding waiter with effortless grace, her cufflinks catching light. "You want another? Keep the night rolling?"

"No, please—I’m good." I waved it off with a soft laugh, though the pleasant buzz humd in my ears.

"You look tense still, like sothing’s gnawing at you."

"No, I’m fine. Thank you for bringing here—it’s... a good distraction." My erald eyes flicked grateful up at her, chignon bobbing slight as I tucked a loose raven tendril behind my diamond earring.

"If you want to thank properly, let’s dance." She extended a manicured hand, palm upturned inviting, suit pants whispering silkily as she shifted weight.

"But I..." I hesitated.

"Just dance, okay? Forget gender—it’s music, nothing more." Her grin pulled in warm, alpha aura cozy-spicy like cinnamon embers.

Gentle strings swelled from the quartet in the corner—slow waltz lody weaving languid through the laughter and clinking glasses, violins sighing romantic under crystal chandeliers.

Ivory led to the polished marble dance floor, her firm hand settling at my tiny waist, fingers splaying warm through the gown’s thin silk to guide my steps with effortless authority.

I rested my manicured hand on her broad shoulder, feeling the suit’s wool taut over flexed muscle, my other clasping hers—diamonds sparkling in sync with the rhythm as sapphire skirts swirled elegant against her black pants.

We swayed close, her lead strong and sure—chest brushing my curves on each turn, her chili warmth seeping through fabrics, chasing my inner chaos like a balm.

My chignon held firm as we spun slow, olive skin flushing faint under the lights, full lips parting in a soft exhale when she dipped slight—neck arching graceful, necklace cascading like stars.

Ivory’s eyes locked on mine, playful yet intense, her free hand sliding a fraction lower on my hip to steady a twirl, the world blurring to just strings, silk, and her steadying presence—a stolen mont of grace amid my unravelling world.