Chapter 243 I Can Be Selfish
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I am in my bed, lost in all the past incidents that happened in San Diego. I never could have the idea that the reason why Andrew kept asking me to leave was because of this contract they had made with my father when suddenly, I hear a loud thumping at my door interrupting my thoughts.
Coming out of my daze, I get up to check on my door and suddenly it opens wide showing Andrew's dark face, he looks a bit haggard, and before I am able to open my mouth he pounces on me making me stagger back and we fall together.
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"Ahh…" I let out a cry when suddenly his face goes into the crook of my neck and he starts to bite my skin. His hands restlessly start to go under my clothes and I flinch from his rough touch.
"S..t..o..p" I struggle but he ignores my protest and soon his mouth starts to get lower on my shoulder and then at my chest, he gropes my br**sts over the clothes and looks down at me with dark eyes.
Anger surges into my body mixing with pain and humiliation as I lift my hand and then slap him across the face.
PAA
His eyes flicker and he looks at me in shock as though he has awoken from a dream, "I… I…" He stutters, his voice heavier than usual.
But, without giving him any chance to explain, I push him away from me and then stand up, wrap my arms protectively around my body, "Enough, now… I and Cyrus are leaving at this very moment."
I stomp my feet and turn to exit the room when I hear him whining in pain behind me, I turn subconsciously and find him curling onto the ground, shaking tremendously from the cold.
Seeing his situation, my anger immediately subsided and my senses starts to work. I take cautious steps toward him and crouch down to look at him, he has placed his face between his knees, and his teeth chattering continuously.
His condition doesn't look normal to me, stretching my hand. I touch his shoulder and he moves away as though he is scared of me, "Don't… Don't come near me…"
He says with a trembling voice.
"What happened to you…" I question trying to touch his face to check if he is having a fever but he staggers away from me and hits his body at the wall quite terribly.
BAM
"Ahh… Please… Go… I don't… want … to hurt you…" He stutters, his eyes red, so as his face and his veins popping at his forehead. He is confusing me, I don't understand what's happening to him.
I was supposed to call someone to help when a familiar scent hits my nose and I stop, that's the same scent, Andrew had when he raped me that night, he told me he wasn't in his senses that night and got drunk.
But this isn't alcohol.
I remembered the day I was drugged and the more I inhale that scent, the more the picture starts to get clear in my mind.
Alas, his sister, Anna, didn't even spare him.
Taking a sigh, I stand up and close the door, locking it carefully.
"Come, I'll help you, Andrew." I touch his shoulder and he gets startled by my touch.
"Don't touch me…" He growls, looking at me angrily.
"There is no way, Andrew. Come, let me help…" I try to pull him up from his place but he is heavy. With difficulty, he finally stands, staggering. I pull him to the bed and slowly start to take off his clothes.
I gulp nervously looking at his flesh, his stare deep at me, every time my skin gets in touch with his he trembles and his body seems to be on fire.
I don't understand how he is restraining himself from not pouncing on me. He must be using all his willpower to stay in his place.
He is done being naked, and then I start to take off my clothes when suddenly he holds my hand and says hoarsely, "No… You're… going to… hate me after this…"
For a moment, my heart simply melts from his words but I try to keep my emotions in balance as I open my mouth to clarify, "When I was drugged, you didn't take advantage of me and even saved me from getting raped. So, I am just paying back like this."
I pause, scanning his face that keeps frowning in pain, "I have no feelings for you." I tell him with a serious face and my subconsciousness laughs at my face.
"Such A Liar."
But, this lie could free me from his love-cage.
Pushing his hand away, I take off my clothes as hurriedly as I could, nervous from his stare at me and especially when he looks damn good and I look so ugly. I used to be confident in my body but after the birth of Cyrus, many things have changed.
Quickly, I get on top of him. Taking his shirt, I cover his eyes instantly, they feel like burning holes in me. I feel embarrassed yet aroused by seeing him helpless under me like this.
He as usual starts to protest when I lower my mouth and kiss his neck, he moans, Woah, that sound from his mouth brings multiple memories back, I close my eyes feeling his warmth on my lips, and start pressing more kisses from his neck to his shoulders and then his chest.
He is hot, muscular, firm, and strong, I don't think any woman in this world could resist him. His hands suddenly grab my hips trying to push me down on him, he is getting desperate.
Killing his misery, I slowly ease myself inside him and we both moan together.
F**k…
It feels forever since I had moaned and enjoyed myself.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to restrain my emotions, don't, don't get fooled by his charms, don't.
I keep saying the same mantra but I know myself, this isn't going to work at all as I have already lost my battle in front of him.
His hands on my waist start to urge me to move and I start moving slowly, although, I shouldn't be considering his feelings but I am.
I want him to enjoy this, I want him to know what he has missed in all these years.
His hands restlessly wander around my body and I bite my lips so I couldn't make any voice, he mustn't know that he still has his effect on me, his hands assault my br**sts and just now I realized how good they felt on me.
I try to muffle my moan while pushing away his hands, but he is reluctant to leave me, suddenly his hands go to my neck, holding me firmly, and then he pulls me towards himself with an intention to devour me.
As soon as his warm lips touch my skin, I moan loudly, that's it, there is no way I could control that sensation, he knows how much he has power over me, his skills are way better than mine.
I push his head away groaning in frustration, but he smirks, see, I knew that Bastard knows everything.
I start moving fast, it's better to finish it before I will lose my mind and surrender to him completely, his hands grip my waist trying to keep me firm, "Tessy…"
He groans and this time, I smirk.
I feel my muscles clenching, my stomach twisting in a delicious knot, F**k, I am close if he won't do anything to interrupt and soon I feel my release, breathing heavily as I fall on him, boneless, my head resting on his shoulders, panting, and shaken.
I have waited for years for this release, a little smile hangs on my lips, and soon I am embraced by Andrew's hand reminding me that he is still undone, I intend to sit up when suddenly he turns me in a swift motion and I am laying under him.
"F**k, No…"
A surprised cry escapes from my mouth when I realize that he has gotten the upper hand, he holds my hands with his hand, and with another, he removes the shirt, his face looking better and his eyes fill with pure desire watching me intently.
He lowers his head and I turn my face away, "Don't kiss me…" I said out loud.
His lips on my mouth are a dangerous combination, the last time he kissed me I had reciprocated instead of pushing him away.
His warm lips land at the nerve of my neck, kissing it slowly and teasing me with his tongue, I bite my lips and close my eyes to not get drifted in this passion.
No, he isn't good, this isn't good.
And when I think that I am strong enough to not react, his mouth starts doing wonders on me. At one point a moan escapes my lips making me flush from embarrassment, he devours me the whole night and I am unable to resist him.
The thing that started as a Help turns out to be the most yearning lust of mine. I know whatever I start will end in this way but I have no regret, thinking for myself for once isn't bad, and being selfish for myself isn't bad.
He has used my body multiple times in that baseless marriage. Why can't I use him once before finishing it off?
Why can't I have the pleasure?
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"Hmm..." I am exhausted and covered in warmth when I blink my eyes trying to get up, feels like last night had gotten too wild for me, I turn just to see the monster in my bed. What the hell?
Why he hasn't left yet?
Last night, he was so compelling, I couldn't stop him, he gave me multiple releases not that I count them but my cheeks heat up in embarrassment after remembering last night. It was all his doing, if he hadn't seduced me all the time I wouldn't come so weak with my desires and lust for him.
But, what's done is done. Let's not dwell on it, but I don't want to encounter him when he will wake up in my room. Quickly I get off the bed and frown deeply, Oh no, I am sore.
Cursing Andrew, I walk towards the washroom on my tiptoes, after taking a quick shower I wear clothes that would cover me fully, giving him a last glance I finally leave my room.
I hope, when he wakes up he would remember nothing.
Nothing...
