[BL] Transmigrated as the Villain CEO's Mermaid Secretary Chapter 216: “Don’t Try to Lie To Me Again.”

Grayson’s eyes were fixed on him with an unsettling gaze when Neville glanced back. The playful haze of rut was still there, but there was sothing sharper beneath it now.

"Your scent changed," Grayson said, leaning as he sniffed directly from his secondary gland, making him shudder in contact. "Sothing must be bothering you a lot."

Neville stiffened and opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it again.

"It’s nothing," he weakly muttered in denial.

Grayson didn’t respond imdiately. He straightened just enough to look Neville in the eye, studying him in silence.

"Neville."

It was the first ti Grayson had called him by na since his rut began.

But Neville wasn’t budging. He clenched his jaw and said, "I said it’s nothing."

This ti, Grayson only responded with a slow, dark smile that didn’t allow anyone to challenge his patience.

"Liar," he whispered.

Before Neville could react, Grayson moved faster. He used his free hand to slide sensually from the fabric of Neville’s shirt to his own waist. The soft clink of the buckle being undone seed unnaturally loud in the quiet penthouse.

Neville’s brain, which was in shambles, finally caught up with what was happening.

"Wait—" He twisted in Grayson’s hold, eyes widening as the belt slid free. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you,"

"Showing what?!"

But Grayson just closed the distance, closing Neville’s mouth with his.

The kiss felt different this ti. It wasn’t rushed, but it was deep and unyielding in a way that made resistance feel pointless. His lips captured Neville’s complete attention, cutting off further unnecessary thoughts.

Neville’s hands ca up instinctively. He wasn’t sure whether he was trying to push Grayson away or pull him closer. He only knew that his fingers fisted in the front of Grayson’s shirt.

The fabric slid between his fingers. He gripped hard as Grayson’s tongue swept past his lips, claiming, tasting, and possessing, completely overwhelming him.

And then Grayson’s hand crawled down until it reached in between his legs. He could feel Grayson chuckling against Neville’s lips in satisfaction as he touched him through his pants. He could feel his legs getting all wobbly at his touch.

"Ah—!"

Neville gasped into the kiss, body jerking as those big, long fingers worked their way on his mber that was increasingly getting more sensitive in ti.

"This isn’t—" He could hear his shaky breath when Grayson briefly pulled back.

"Isn’t what?" Grayson asked mildly, silver eyes intent. "What you want?"

Neville didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

He could see Grayson’s smirk forming as he leaned in for another kiss.

Pleased and incredibly delighted.

Like a cat that had finally caught its prey.

Neville wanted to protest, but his mouth was occupied.

Suddenly, he felt sothing brush against his thigh.

It was cool, scaly, and definitely not a hand.

Neville’s eyes were wide open just in ti to see the tip of Grayson’s tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

"That’s—!" he managed to say before the tail hooked into the fabric and tugged. "—don’t!"

His pants slid down his hips in one smooth motion. It pooled around his ankles as cool air hit heated skin. Grayson’s tail looped around Neville’s waist, lifted him slightly, and those damnable hands pulled his pants clean off his legs.

Any pretenses he had reserved were gone with it.

Because Neville was wet.

Not just wet, but dripping and soaking wet.

The slick that ogas produced in response to compatible partners or when in heat had flooded out from his behind without warning. It didn’t just dampen his pants and dripped on his legs. It also dampened Grayson’s expensive pants, dripped onto the couch, and pooled on the floor beneath his legs.

Oh no. This—

Neville followed his gaze downward, and he wanted to die.

"Beautiful," Grayson breathed and said under Neville’s mortified reaction.

"Don’t say it." Neville’s face burned.

"Why?" Grayson asked. "It’s the truth."

Neville buried his face against Grayson’s shoulder, mortified. His bare thighs could now clearly feel Grayson’s hardness from his behind. He even started imagining how big it must be in the back of his mind.

"Look at ," Grayson said in a quieter voice.

Neville hesitated but opened them and looked at Grayson’s doting eyes. But those sa eyes stared back at him, demanding obedience.

"Don’t try lie to again."

"Then, stop looking so pleased with yourself." Neville retorted, finding strength in his words.

"I can’t help it," Grayson said, kicking Neville’s pants away.

"Give those back!" he frantically said.

"No."

"You’re getting it dirty!"

"I’ll buy you new ones," Grayson said with a kind smile.

Kind my ass!

"That’s not the point!"

But Grayson wasn’t willing to listen anymore.

"Mm—!" His cries were muffled by those conquering lips, letting Grayson’s hand roam around his body freely.

The sensation was overwhelming, to say the least. Every ti he tried to pull back, to catch his breath, Grayson followed.

With his mber out in the open, Grayson naturally found its way there one way or another.

"—Ah—!" Neville’s mind short-circuited at the direct contact.

Grayson wrapped his hand around it firmly, gripping and stroking enough to get the reactions he wanted to see. Each movent sent a tingling sensation to Neville’s spine; his hips jerked involuntarily along the rhythm.

He could see Grayson smirking as he hazed through the pleasure.

This bastard was enjoying this way too much.

Neville felt wronged but had no mind left to think that he was wronged. He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound breaking into a soft, breathy noise he couldn’t stop.

"—hng—!" he cried, whimpering as he ca.

Grayson drowned his voice greedily, silver eyes watching every micro-expression that crossed Neville’s face.

For a long mont, he could only slump against Grayson’s chest, boneless and breathing hard. Through the post-orgasmic haze, he looked down at Grayson’s hand still wrapped around his limp mber. The white substance glistened as it dripped and covered the huge hand with its liquid.

It was clear evidence of how far he had fallen apart.

Sha began to creep in, hot and uncomfortable.

Neville opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. He could only see Grayson’s silver eyes darkening at the sight of it with hunger, desire, and satisfaction.

"Good job," Grayson whispered against his ear.