Chapter 106 Triple Shooting {5}
The way she said it, so easy and so free. His prick throbbed, and he pushed himself quickly out from the back - hitting his head as he did so.
Silence reigned when he got to the driver seat. "Miss Seraphina," he called out after he was calm.
She didn't reply to the call of her name, he steered his eyes at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
"Let's get this straight, Miss Seraphina. My name is Lucas Yeti. Whatever you're thinking will never happen. Please, respect my boundaries as I will yours." Lucas told her.
"Well, you don't want me now. Let's not be too forward to conclude that either." Her words danced in his head.
He started the car, and it roared to life. He would prove her wrong, he told himself.
He won't touch her, no matter what she do to him.
She didn't say anything to him even as the car arrived at her father's house. She stalked out of the car, entered the house without saying a greeting even to the maid who had been cleaning.
Lucas stood outside her room knocking to have her collect her luggage from him.
"Did you do anything that pissed her off?"
Lucas turned to the older woman who had asked the question. "No," he shook his head in negation. He couldn't tell the older woman how Saraphina wanted him and he wouldn't let that happen.
"Leave it out here, she will be fine. Once she is, she will take it in herself," the woman told him.
He thanked her and walked himself to the parlour.
Time creeped slowly and he didn't know when night overshadowed the bright sky, and a hand was crawling on his groin.
Momentarily, he'd thought it had only been a dream where he was being touched but.....
"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed, grabbing her hand.
She wore a scarlet night wear, her nipples hardened against the silk material. And her cascaded red hair transformed her appearance to that of a stunny nymph.
She wouldn't give this up? He watched the lights in her eyes.
Was she that horny to have him at all cost? Hell, doesn't she have a boyfriend?
He wrench his head behind him, hoping he would notice the figure of the old maid.
"She doesn't live here with us. She just cooks and cleans then return to her house." Saraphina put in.
"How do you know my eyes was seeking her?" Lucas questioned.
She shrugged, flipping her full hair aside. "I just know. Dad tells me what goes on in the house."
Lucas sat upright, picked up his phone that laid by his side. Boss had sent in a message twenty minutes ago that he was returning home and Lucas was free to go.
That was it for the day?
Atleast he would escape from the clutches of Saraphina's desires.
"What's that?" Saraphina asked, pushing her body close to Lucas.
Her soft and full breasts pressed against Lucas' chest, as she craned her neck to look at the screen of his phone. Her hand waded and rested just directly on his groin, and the touch squished his dick to a startling throb.
"What the heck, Saraphina. Keep your hands to yourself and.....,"
Her swift lips interrupted him in a pressing kiss, while one of her arms clung around his neck, and his phone landed right back on the couch.
Lucas shrank out of her touch, pushing her forcefully to the couch. Her breasts bounced and her eyes widened.
"You know, I could sue you for rape," he warned her.
"But you can't do that? Your body says one thing to what your word says," her breath dragged.
It was obvious she knew what she was getting at. Who would believe that Saraphina was trying to make him make love to her against his will?
She was a woman and her words could be used against him?
He better tread carefully.
"I'm leaving," he said, grabbing his phone.
"You can't always run Lucas, you would be surprised what you're missing!" She yelled after him holding her bouncing breasts to emphasize that even as he walked out leaving her all to herself.
Lucas didn't go home, he arrived at the pub three streets away from Walmart. He needed to hit and release all that spent up fluid in his system, how hard could that be?
He didn't want to go back to the club where he'd met Boss. He fucking didn't care what Boss was doing, who Boss was fucking and why he was a fucking babysitter to a randy 24 years old girl who was the daughter to the man he was fucking?
He took a sip from his whiskey, and dipped his hand into his breast pocket.
What laid in his hand was a crumpled, piece of paper. He opened the crisp paper, that certainly wasn't his handwriting.
And then it hit him right there and he grinned to himself as he reached for his handphone.
"Never give up, there are other ways," he hummed to himself, "other ways for a sweet release."