Chapter 46 : Rosella...

“Ouch! That hurts.” I jerk my hand, but his fingers tighten around my forearm and keep it in place.

“There's no way to avoid it. Just bear with me a little, hmm?” He continues to rub the ointment into my scraped skin. The strong smell of medication tickles my senses, making me scrunch up my nose.

“Can we please do this after I wake up?” I complain for the fourth time within ten minutes.

“No, you have a plane to catch in the evening. I'll be done soon, then you can get some rest.” He stays firm and proceeds as if I never said anything.

*I am so spent… I can't take it anymore.* I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. A damned monster kept me up all night just to play with my body and mind. And he's still not letting me sleep.

*So annoying! Why is he making such a big deal out of this by playing doctor now? Isn't he the one who gave me all these marks and bruises!?*

The mere reminder of last night's events sends chills down my spine. I straighten my back, clenching my jaw as I continue to glare at his head full of dark black hair dripping wet from a late morning shower.

I hold in my breath on reflex when he bends over my arm to do his best and cover up all the innate talent he showed on my body with cream.

*Ugh! I shouldn't have agreed to shower with him!*

After he brought me up to my room, he took me straight for a shower and fucked me there as well. Fucked me so deep and hard against the cool glass wall. And just when I thought I couldn't cum anymore, I surprised myself and clenched hard around his thick, throbbing cock pounding into me like a machine made for that sole purpose.

I couldn't stand it anymore after that. As soon as I came around his dick still drilling me into the wall, I passed out.

When my overloaded mind restarted and I opened my eyes, I was on the bed, dried and tucked under soft blankets. Soft murmurs floated around me. I glanced to the side and he was right there beside me, talking to someone on his phone.

He noticed I was awake right away and kissed my forehead, then ended the call and brought over the first aid kit to tend to the pain he inflicted on my body.

And here we are now.

My eyes keep twitching for some reason as I watch him patch me up so diligently. *Not even a speck of guilt on that chiselled face of his, huh.* Is that why I'm so irked? I want to scratch and roughen him up as well, give him a taste of his own medicine.

But most importantly… Where the hell does he get that drive and stamina from!?

I'm so exhausted, I can't even get mad at him properly. Being irritated over his calm façade is pricey enough. And to top off the strange night I had, I have a plane to catch this evening as well. *Ugh! Why does he have to send me away so quickly!?*

“Let's not do that all night long ever again, okay?” I mutter heavily, flinching as he tightens the bandage around my wrist.

He responds to my declaration with a deep chuckle. “Look who's talking. I realised it was your first time and I was going to end it within two hours even if it didn't satisfy me. But you gave me no chance to stop. You kept crying, moaning and begging me to be more rough. Remember?”

Finding it hard to blame him for my tethered body, I duck my head as scenes from last night flood my consciousness. My body responds like a trained animal despite the brutal exhaustion. *Oh heavens, what have I gotten myself into!?*

“You could have made me stop.” I mumble abashedly. “I told you I didn't know my limits when you finally asked me to pick the safe word. I also harboured a lot of guilt because of what I put you through. You didn't seem to mind taking advantage of that!”

He stops midway in his tending and looks up at me. His big, warm hands slide away from my arms and come to rest around my waist, pulling me into the cradle of his lap. He lets out another deep laugh as I bury my face in his soft robe and refuse to meet his eyes.

“Now, why would I ever want to stop you, hmm? I'm not stupid enough to believe that I'd get another chance like that. Hell, I'm still nervous if you're gonna come back to me once everything settles down or not. Who knows when you might have a change of heart.”

He states those facts so lightly, sounding like he's not worried at all. But my heart grows heavier as I feel his arms tremble around me, squishing me tightly against his hard wall of a chest. *He still doesn't trust me.*

Suddenly recalling the things he told me about his past, I whip my head back and glare at him. I can't let him withdraw from me now. *I finally feel so close to him…*

“Why wouldn't I come… back…!”

My mouth automatically shuts close when I meet his gaze, swimming with tears. His chin quivers ever so lightly as he bites his lower lip harder, shocking me by drawing blood.

“Hey! Stop it.” Alarmed to see the blood dripping from his cracked lip, I touch his lips with my fingers and force him to release it. “Stop! You're bleeding. Please, please…”

At a loss on how to comfort him, I just turn in his lap and shove his head between my breasts, hoping for him to calm down as I stroke his hair and back tenderly. Whispering with my lips pressed into his head, “Shhh, it's okay. You can cry if you want, you don't have to hold back, Adrian. I'm right here. I'm never gonna leave your side. I swear it!”

He begins to struggle in my embrace. *Did I do something wrong? Am I suffocating him?* I let him pull away, but hug him tighter with my thighs on either side of his hips so he can't get away. “What's wrong?”

“You called me Rain all night long, even until just a moment ago. Why did you call me Adrian just now?” He chokes on his words, his bright handsome face now shrouded with incomprehensible pain and desperation. He stares at me with such earnest eyes, my heart threatens to burst out of my chest and hop on his palm, just to reassure him that I'm not going anywhere.

*He's the one who's sending me away! He has no right to throw a tantrum now and make me feel all guilty for making him cry like this!*

“It's your name, remember? It just slipped. But if you want me to call you Rain, just say it. You don't have to cry over it like a baby. Sheesh!” I stroke his cold cheeks with my trembling hands and wipe a single tear drop that managed to escape. The bleeding from his lips seem to have stopped for now too.

My heart quivers in my chest with exhilaration, as I imagine he's crying over the fact that I might never come back to him again. *Why is this possibility so exciting? Have I come to enjoy his distress, like he enjoys my pain?* The wetness between my legs comes as an uncomfortable answer.

His crying face is turning me on. I keep getting turned on from every touch, shamelessly growing wetter as I listen to him breath deeply to get his emotions under control.

“I can't do this, Pearl. I just can't.” The certainty with which he says that seems to arouse me even more. I don't know how I haven't started moaning and begging yet. “I can't send you away knowing that you might never return to me. What should I do? Please assure me you'd come back. I need to make sure you can't get away from me.”

Suppressing the shudders his possessive eyes send up my spine, I arch into him and exhale in his ear. “If that's the case, then you do whatever you have to make sure I come back to you. But if you're willing to trust me, then tell me what would make you rest assured? I'll do it in a heartbeat.”

He stares long and hard at my face, as if he can see how sincere I am in my expression. Our breath mingles every time we exhale and inhale.

Until now, I have been holding myself up on my knees. I like the view of his face tilted back to stare up at me, warmed with tears shed for me. But as the itch inside of me grows intense, I lower myself to his lap and almost jump back up when I almost slide onto his erection, standing up as if waiting to be jammed inside me again.

My eyes snap down to gawk at angry veins coiled around his hardness standing out in relief. *He's turned on already!?* Not that I'm one to judge, seeing as I've grown so wet without being touched even after a whole night of nothing but pain and sex. *Does that mean I'm a masochist? Do I qualify as one now?* But earlier... Rain seemed to think otherwise...

“If you can't think of anything, may I ask you something?” I feel proud of myself when my voice doesn't waver with the sexual tension filling me up from inside out.

He nods a moment later, seemingly suspicious of what I might have to say. This man… he's a champion when it comes to trampling all over my pride. *Geez!*

“What's the secret behind your sex drive? Please don't say exercise or I'll call you sex freak for the rest of our lives.” I warn him playfully, while I do my best to hold myself up and stop my mind from thinking how wonderful it'd feel to have him back inside me.

*What the hell have I become in a single night!? What is the matter with me? Why am I so eager to jump his bones already!?*

Rain dampens my libido a little by finding my question amusing, yet again.

Irritated beyond tolerance, I snap, “You find me funny? Do you think I was joking? Just tell me if you don't want to tell me. Why make fun of me all the time?”

“You're getting the wrong idea.” He shakes off his smile and nuzzles into my neck.

Feeling bold for some reason, I grab his hair and jerk his head back, just like he did when he took me from behind on the table in the basement… A jolt of pleasure spikes up my arousal and I grow weak in my knees.

But stubbornness doesn't let it show on my face, and I plow forward with my demand. “Then give it to me straight. What's so funny about what I asked?”

“Not funny. Just strange… how you think of yourself as a secret.” He smirks, distracting me from both my arousal and irritation as I fixate over his lips, dying to taste him like I've never tasted him before.

Now, what can I possibly say to that!? I am the reason why he's so horny all the damned time? Is that even possible!?

Before I can digest that bit of information, he clasps my waist and flips me on my back. I yelp in surprise as I bounce on the bed once, watching him slip out of his robe and fall over me, gloriously naked.

“I don't know what you can do to assure me but I do know how you can start.” He mutters in my ears, touching his forehead to mine then glancing down to watch his knees part my legs.

Wedging his thigh against the most intimate part of my body, he slowly begins to rub against the bundle of swollen nerves, making my toes curl. My mind goes blank instantly.

“As I thought, you're soaking wet here. I thought it was my residual cum dripping on my cock earlier when you were hovering over it. But then I recalled I washed you clean in the shower… so it was yours all along. How lewd.”

Leaning into my chest, his tongue flicks my nipples and I arch into his teasing, wanting to be sucked so badly even though he has covered my breasts with so many bite marks. It hurst, but I still want more.

“You didn't even realise you were dripping all over me, were you?” His words should fill me with shame, like they did before. But I've become so used to what comes after his dirty talk, I can't even be embarrassed anymore. I just want to be filled up to the brim.

“You said — hmm!” I swallow another moan when he grinds against my clit. I barely manage to get the words out. “You said you know where I can start. Tell me, please. I'll do anything for you!”

“So eager to please me, already?” He clicks his tongue and I bite my lip. But he doesn't give me enough time to draw back and be embarrassed. Replacing his knee with his long and thick fingers, he thrusts deep inside me, curling the tips to jam against that sensitive spot that awakens my entire being, sending me to a new high of ecstasy.

My back arches off the bed as a fresh surge of pain crashes into me, side by side with pleasure, when I flex my sore muscles. Tears spring to my eyes as he thrusts a few more times, until I'm torn between wanting the pain to stop but clenching around his finger because it feels just as good.

“Remember what happened in the shower, Pearl? Before you passed out on me?” How can I possibly forget that!? It was beyond humiliating.

As I said before, we fucked in the shower, but that's not all. We were there to wash up first, and he did it for me. Despite my protests, I couldn't win. I remember holding onto the towel rod with the last bit of my strength as he pumped out all the cum from my pussy. But he didn't stop there and put his cock back inside me so deep without warning.

“Well, I never got to finish. I didn't even jerk off when I took a shower after tucking you in bed.”

I don't know why he's bringing it up. Does he want to finish inside me now? My pussy clenched at the idea, but I'm quickly reminded how I can't go with it. I'm really swollen, it might tear if he puts his cock inside me. His fingers were already painful enough to endure. *Oh god, I'm scared…*

“Do you… do you want to put it in right now?” I tremble as I ask him, supporting myself up on my elbows to look at him properly.

To my relief, he shakes head and frowns as if I suggested something nasty. “How could you even say that? I can feel with my fingers how swollen you are. I'm shocked you haven't kicked me yet for shoving my fingers in like that.”

“It wasn't that bad…” I mumble shyly, biting my lip as his finger continues to stretch my walls gently, sending tingles of pain and pleasure throughout my body.

Rain lets out a heavy sigh and removes his fingers. Putting them in his mouth instead and licking and sucking my juices off his fingers. And while he does that, he looks like a sad puppy. I even imagine downward flopped ears as he stares at my opening longingly, wagging his tail earnestly.

Oh heavens, I'm going to die if things keep going at this pace. First his crying face, now this lost puppy one. *Just how much do I not know about him? More strangely, how could a person who enjoys inflicting pain so much can possess such sensitive and adorable sides!?*

“You never fail to remind me, sheesh.” He glances up at me with dark, passionate eyes, still licking his fingers. “You're really too good for me. I don't deserve you at all. But I'm selfish enough to not let you go. You can do better than me if I let you go back to your normal life. I'm sure after hearing about my fucked up past, you must be desperate to get away.

“Well, if I were a better man, I could take care of Balthazar quietly. You'd be free of all the restraints I put on. I'm sure Carson would fulfill your wish if you asked for him to let you live on your own again. You could find someone who's nice and takes care of you. Who doesn't get off on hurting you. Doesn't feel so pleased with himself because he's the reason why you're so sore and swollen in all the right places.”

“Rain…” I snap my thighs together as I grow wetter with each word that falls from his mouth. I'm upset he's thinking in context of me living a life that didn't involve him, but I have a feeling whatever he's going to say next, I'm going to be even more turned on because of that.

“But too bad, Pearl. You'd never get to experience that while I'm still alive. So let's not waste time wondering about all that nonsense. There's no question you belong to me. Even if you run away, I'll find you and chain you to my side with real restraints if I ever happen to run out of excuses.”

As I said.

Swallowing hard, I huff out a chuckle and sit up. Putting my arms on his shoulder, I mutter in amusement. “You're the one wasting time on that. How about you tell me how I can start reassuring you, hmm? Because I'm starting to have second thoughts. Your crying face is too cute. I might pull some fucked up tricks in the future to see you all wrecked like that again. Not that good of a person, am I now?”

“Heh, what's that? I don't really care about good or bad, though,” Scooting closer, he breathes into my ear, “ if my tears have the power to bring you back to me, I'll shed them every single day.”

“You're crazy.” I laugh wholeheartedly, feeling so giddy inside.

“Only for you.” He grins back.

“God, stop it! How can you say that and not cringe! It's one of the reasons why I ran away from you all those times. You're so unrealistic with every threat or flirt you throw at me.”

“Are you sure? Even after all we did last night? You think I'm not crazy for you?”

I blush so furiously, I feel like I'm getting a heatstroke. “Ugh! Enough with the double meaning. Just tell me already!”

“Let me cum on your face. I promise I won't put it in your mouth. You suck at blowjobs away.”

“Shut up! Don't remind me!” I shove his shoulder playfully.

“Would you let me or not?” He smirks back.

I smile at him, feeling so full and content, I can't help hugging him. “Okay. I'm good with whatever you want to do first. I don't care. I just want to stay with you.”

“There's my good girl. But first let me finish patching you up.”

“Alright.” He kisses my forehead and gets to work right away.