Chapter 52 Mischief
\[Lilia\]
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!
My entire body freezes in such an awkward position while Kael remains impaled inside me when the curtain swooshed open and Shai the flight attendant walks in without any preamble, catching us rutting like some stray horny dogs. She immediately covered her wide eyes and twirled around.
“Oh my gosh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to...” she trailed off, seemingly the words came from her mouth suddenly becoming insufficient on how she would express herself.
While I, on the other hand, want to die in shame.
I wasn't the type of person that curses a lot but, fuck it! If this plane crashes any fucking moment now, I wouldn’t complain, in fact, I would be glad by it, welcoming death with open arms.
Oh, dear heavens, save me from this mess.
“Damn it!” Kael cursed as he removed his thing. The soreness I felt down there was nothing compared to the pain of humiliation I was feeling right now. My face burned to the highest degree to the point that I could visualize the fumes coming right out of my ears.
I heard Kael clear his throat and my attention went to his hazy reflection on the glass table seeing that he was tugging his pants up and zipping them close then he stood up.
“Miss Shai, tell my man, Val to deliver some new set of clothes here for me,” he clearly instructed, his voice calm and unbothered as though we haven’t been caught.
Wait a minute, what did he say? ‘Bring me?’ My brows immediately dipped hearing his order, but my attention was immediately cut off when the flight attendant replied.
“Y—yes, sir, immediately,” Miss Shai stammered, leaving us instantly with her heels pounding obnoxiously as she disappears from our line of sight, and the moment that she was gone, I forced my body to move, struggling as I spring to my feet and twisted my wrist to shrug the belt off before I turn to face the monster that ravished me just a while ago.
“What about me?” I exclaimed quizzically, my hands flew on my waist, throwing him a hard stare, heedless that I am stark naked and my flower is still burning from the stretch of his size. “You ruined my dress and my err—panty!” I added, choking with my words as irritation grips me more than caring about my nakedness.
Kael just gave me a lecherous look from head to toe, his gaze lingered on my breasts and to my pubic area with a half-smirk plastered on his lips. Though I couldn’t help myself and brush down my eyes towards the hard planes of his upper body, seeing how firm and toned his muscles were, and the fact that my hands have explored them recently. My mouth immediately swallowed the lump in my throat and ignore the fuzzy tingles whirling inside my belly.
I brought my stare to his face and his mossy eyes meet mine.
“Just wear this,” he bent down and pick up the shirt he discarded earlier and handed it to me. One of my brows immediately went up in question and my face contorted into disbelief.
“What the hell?” I gaped at him. “Kael, are you kidding?”
I was fuming with exasperation, but this bastard in front of me just widens his grin and took another step forward, bringing up his hand, caressing the outline of my shoulders with the ghostly touch of his knuckles, eliciting the fine hair on my body to stand up and a shudder on my spine. “I love it when you call my name.”
I fought it, I refused to back down to the familiar sensation he was causing havoc with my consciousness and hardened my stare on him.
“This is unbelievable. Do you think it’s funny?” I bleated, my mouth gaping at his impossibility. Kael must have sensed my annoyed expression as the amusement on his face faded, turning into a serious manner, inhaling sharply.
“No,” he muttered blankly.
The way he changes his mood so fast starts to scare me. Though I brush those feeling aside and held my chin up, squaring my gaze to him though he’s way taller than me, enunciating what I want, “I need some real clothes.”
However, my insistence seemed to have irate him, and it looks like things are now turning around, unfortunately against my favor.
“Does it look imaginary to you?” He sternly stated, moving another inch closer that my neck began to strain from looking at him. I tried to open my mouth and rebut, but no words came out, and then he precedes me. “Would I need to remind you who’s in command between the two of us? We made a deal, remember? Where in fact I shouldn’t be doing it in the first place. Whether you'll wear this, kukla or the deal is off. For Aya, right?”
I was stoned to my feet, unable to move as a cold rush of dread dumped right above my head down to my whole body. I wanted to explode with anger right now. Yes, I know we made a deal, and I know where I stand and my place in this situation. I am his fucking kukla, the boon to his pleasure, and nothing more. I was doing this shit for the only friend I have.
However, was it really that hard for him to show even a snippet of compassion? I am a human too, and I feel things. Right now, he’s humiliating me again, and if all the humiliation I got wasn’t enough already, he seriously has some problems. How can he be so cruel? I was merely asking for clothes to cover my body…the body he lavished a while ago. I have nothing to wear. He had destroyed my dress along with my underwear, yet now he wanted me to wear his shirt instead of giving me some decent ones.
The corner of my eyes moistened, but I immediately blinked them away, contending with my sharp glares. “You’re such a beast,” I hissed out in resentment.
Kael, changes his mood again, ignoring my dagger stares as he moves his arm, encircling it around my waist, and pulled me closer. My breasts pressed on his lower chest as he bent down his face level to mine. Mischief flashed on his mossy gaze.
“A beast that you liked to ride.”