Chapter 88 Sex with a Third Person Present

Chapter 88 Sex with a Third Person Present
Hodgson's POV
I was discussing the final details of a partnership with Derek when Eric called.
"Hodgson, someone climbed in through Nicole's window. It's the same man from the hospital last time."
I couldn't suppress the surge of killing intent that flooded my chest.
That damned bastard had come for her again.
I'd been waiting all this time, just to see how far this guy would dare to go.
I hung up, stood, and prepared to leave.
Barry blocked my way. "Hodgson, we haven't finished talking about the deal!"
"We'll do it another day."
Ignoring their stunned expressions, I grabbed my coat and strode out.
On the drive home, all kinds of thoughts kept flashing through my mind.
Had Nicole done anything with him in the room? Had she been secretly involved with him all along?
That damn cheap slut actually dared to sneak onto my territory and touch the woman belongs to me!
The more I thought about it, the heavier the malice in my heart gre
Jealousy and rage nearly tore me apart.
I knew I shouldn't be like this. I should trust her. But paranoia and possessiveness coiled around my reason like a venomous snake.
She is mine! Only mine!
Anyone who tries to touch her... I'll make sure he dies!
Twenty minutes later, I arrived home.
I lightened my footsteps and silently approached Nicole's bedroom door.
Voices drifted out from inside.
I overheard that man actually planning to take Nicole away, back to Gardella?!
In that instant, my desire to kill grew even stronger.
I deliberately stepped heavily on the carpet, making a muffled thud.
The voices inside stopped abruptly.
I straightened my slightly disheveled collar, loosened my tie, and made myself look lazily exhausted as if I'd had a few drinks.
Then I pushed open the ajar door.
Only Nicole stood in the room.
She wore a silky nightgown and stared at me nervously.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with panic she hadn't managed to hide in time.
The man in the room had vanished.
I glanced toward the bathroom.
Swallowing a cold sneer, I pretended to be tipsy and walked toward Nicole.
"Why so nervous? Did you do something guilty?"
I stepped close, raised my hand to caress her cold cheek, feeling the faint tremor beneath her skin.
She visibly shrank back, her voice dry as she explained.
"Didn't you say you'd be back very late tonight? I... I thought some other man had broken in."
"Some other man?"
My fingers slowly trailed down her jawline.
I lightly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her fully into my embrace.
Lowering my head, I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered.
"Are you sure you weren't cheating behind my back with another man and afraid I'd catch you?"
She froze instantly.
"I didn't..."
Before she could finish explaining, I silenced the rest with a fierce kiss.
I bit her lip, my tongue roughly forcing open her teeth, plundering every inch of her mouth.
She started resisting, hands pushing hard against my chest.
To me in that moment, her struggle was the clearest proof of guilt and betrayal.
Rage completely devoured my reason.
Why hide?
Was it because that man was still in the bathroom?
I scooped her up by the waist, took two strides to the bed, and pinned her down hard.
The silky nightgown rode up easily. Her pale legs thrashed in front of me, damnably tempting.
I ripped off her panties, forced her thighs apart, and thrust my fingers straight into her vagina without hesitation.
She was soaking wet inside.
"No... Hodgson, I don't want to tonight..."
Nicole grabbed my wrist, her voice pleading.
"No way."
I smirked coldly, using my other hand to pin her struggling body.
"We haven't done it in a long time, haven't we? I'm afraid if you go too long without satisfaction, you'll get lonely and find any random man to fill you up."
She bit her lip hard and said nothing.
That only drove me crazier.
I pulled my fingers out, unzipped my pants, and freed my painfully hard cock.
No foreplay. I drove straight into her vagina.
"Ah..." She cried out, her walls clenching tight.
I could feel the resistance inside her, but it only excited me more.
The bed creaked under the strain, mingling with her suppressed gasps.
Yet she kept her teeth clenched, refusing to make a sound, just turning her head away.
My cock slid in and out of her pussy.
The warm, wet sensation nearly made me lose my mind.
"Moan for me!"
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me.
Between her gasps, I slammed in even harder.
"Ngh!"
Her eyes flew wide open, but she still desperately held back, refusing to cry out.
That pissed me off even more.
I leaned down, bit her earlobe, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other kneading her breast.
"I'm really curious, baby."
"Why won't you moan? Afraid someone else will hear? Is there a third person in this room?"
Her pupils contracted sharply.
I pressed down on her and kept venting my fury.
"Look at yourself. Getting fucked like this, yet still pretending to be so prim."
"Nicole, you're just a little slut who gets more honest than ever under my cock."
"Look at this dripping little cunt, gripping my dick so tight. Nicole, no matter how hard you try to hide something, your body can't lie."
"You bastard!" She finally broke, sobbing and shouting.
I sped up, my cock thrusting wildly in her tight vagina, making obscene wet sounds.
"Ah! Hodgson, faster..."
I could feel her pussy clamping down harder.
I ground repeatedly against her most sensitive spot, yet deliberately kept her from climaxing.
"Say it. Will you ever leave me?"
"Ah... I won't leave you..."
"Say you're mine!"
"I'm yours, I... ah..."
Her eyes glazed over.
In the overwhelming pleasure, she was forced to give the answer I wanted.
I felt her walls start to flutter.
She was close to climax.
I suddenly stopped moving.
"Beg me, baby. If you don't, I'll stop right now."
"Please, Hodgson, fuck me!"
Nicole screamed, completely losing control.
I smiled in satisfaction and resumed thrusting.
A few strokes later, she screamed as she came, her body convulsing violently.
I released inside her.
The world went quiet, leaving only our heavy breathing.
I pulled out and looked at her disheveled state.
The restlessness and killing intent in my heart were replaced by satisfied possessiveness.
I reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with my thumb.
"I'll carry you to the shower."
"No!"
She suddenly grabbed my arm, panic in her voice.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
She just stared at the closed bathroom door, shaking her head frantically.