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Chapter 57
As the evening wore on, my stomach churner with disgust thai lelt especially for myself. I could not shake the memory of nwy punishment, the humiliation still burning in my chest. Tow the hell did I let it happen? Not once but twice! How could he event do that to me? What kind of a monster s***ks a lady till her a*** catches fire?
I knew he was not the typical kind of man but I was starting to question if I was the typical kind of woman now I slipped my hands between iny thighs mod marvelled at how slick it was just jot with sweat. It was something much more thicker. something that was completely natural in the right simations but was insane when I was being punished,
I had to be some sort of malfunction from my body. I was so sue of it but how would I explain me wanting it a second time and intentionally angering him
The thought of faring Aston after what went down between us fed me with anxiety, but I knew I had no choice, it felt just like it did after we had sex and he chased me out of his room. Maybe even worse, because this felt so much more weird.
When the time came to serve dinner, I entered the dining room with my gaze trained on the floor, unable to meet Aston’s eves. The silence between us was deafening the tension hanging heavy in the air. I could feel his gaze on me as I moved around the room, my hands trembling as I placed the dishes on the table. What the hell did I get myself into?
“Kira” Aston said, his voice firm yet gentle. “You will join me for dinner again tonight.”
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to flee, to escape his presence and the traumatizing memories that lingered between us. But I knew better than to go against him, so I
Took my seat, my appetite non-existent.
Throughout the meal, 1 struggled to maintain composure, my mind a f****ng web of emotion. I could still feel the ghost sting of Aston’s hand on my butt cheeks, the memory of my arousal and humiliation intertwined in a confusing knot, I kept my gaze fixed on my plate, not willing to risk a glance in his direction.
As soon as the meal was over, I made to excuse myself, desperate to retreat to the safety of my room. But Aston’s voice stopped me in my tracks and it felt like I would explode in shame.
“Kira, come to my room tonight,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument
I swallowed hard, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I knew what awaited me in his room, and the thought both thrilled and terrified me.
Later that evening, I found myself standing before Aston’s door, my heart pounding in my chest. I raised my hand to knock but before I could, the door swung open, revealing Aston’s intimidating figure. He grabbed me by the hand, pulling me into the room with unnecessary urgency and pressing his lips to mine in a hot demanding kiss.
I remembered his words from before, his insistence that he didn’t want me as a mate, and I tried to pull away. To retain the little shame that I had left, to hang on to the little pride that I had left but my body betrayed me, my lips responding to his with a passion that belied my confusion. I was addicted to his touch, to the undeniable chemistry that existed between us, and I couldn’t control myself around him. I hated to admit it but that was exactly what it was! An addiction!
Aston broke the kiss, his gaze burning into mine as he spun me around and bent me over his bed. I felt his hands on my hips, sliding my dress up and over my head, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, a feeling that I was starting to get used to.
His fingers traced the curve of my backside, still reddened from the s**g, and I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Your a*is still red,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “A reminder of what happens when you disobey me. He added chuckling darkly.
I closed my eyes, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to process the emotions coursing through me. Aston’s touch was both punishing and intoxicating, leaving me aching for more despite the humiliation of my position. It was like I was under some sort of curse.
He tipped me over like was nothing pit scrambled eggs simming on a pan and he grabbed something from his drawer.
The land me down on the bed and positioned himself between my legs.
While deep within a kiss, he pressed himself into me. The lubrication on the condom made his entry easy. I gasped as he pulled his warmth oves meThis is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Aston began slowly grinding himself into me. I wrapped my arm and legs around his body shamelessly. Our kisses only booke to gasp list air and irleast soft moans
I was lost in the heat of things. One minute, I was struggling to break out of a kiss with him and now I was beneath him, grinding my hips to the rhythm of his thu
Aston was far better at sex than any of the previous men Til beet with. I felt myself washing away in a sea of pleasure. I was doing more harm to myself than good but how could I stop when had felt so f**g good!! The feel of his f**g penis threatened to drive me madi
The room was dark with hardly any light or noise from outside, indicating it was late into the night and I should be in my room, not f***g some one else’s chosen mate.
My mind raced. Aston thrust into ne firmly, holding himself deep inside of me. It felt hot and slick and his s***d d***k hit all right spots. He withdrew himself fully and gave another thrust into me letting out a loud guttural grunt that for some s***ly odd reason turned me on even more.
1 felt small underneath Aston but my body rocked vigorously in response to his thrusts. I rubbed my hands acrost his body. His muscles were tense and hard. He felt impossibly strong. Aston maintained a firm tempo, driving his full length into me,
In the darkness I could not see his face. I only felt and heard his presence everywhere around me, well mostly inside of me.
I was trapped underneath him while he took me as he wanted. It turned me on so much that despite his strength over my small body, that I was providing him such pleasure. I any not be able to see his face but I could tell from he sound of his moans.
He was taking me. I was having him. Both shamelessly. I didn’t want it to end when I was tense and began to throb in o***m. We lay together damp with sweat in the darkness but still as homy ever.
-Wanna go again?” he asked and I was glad that the room was dark so he would not be able to see the e
excitement on my face.
I whimpered in response, unable to form words as he began to pleasure me with his tongue. I felt myself losing control, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Just as I reached the brink of climax, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and needy.
“Such a f***g tease!” I murmured and hoped that he didn’t hear because I knew that I was going to regret every word that came out of my mouth as soon as I was done. As a matter of fact, I already regretted it but that didn’t mean that I wanted to stop. Not one bit.
Aston flipped me over as easily once again, and then he was behind me once more, his erection pressing against my entrance. He thrust into me in one swift motion, filling me completely and drawing a cry of pleasure from my lips.
He began to move, his hips slamming into mine with a punishing rhythm that left me breathless and disoriented. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as he took me with a force that both thrilled and terrified me.
“You’re mine, Kira,” he growled, his voice ragged with desire. “Never forget that.” He said and I knew that it was just the desire talking. He would be kicking me out as soon as he was done with me again but I refused to let that bother me.
I drowned myself in the feel of his c**k rather, his deep thrusts felt so good that my eyes were rolled to the back of my head. His balls slapped against the entrance of mu p***y, of course I was mad with desire.