Chapter 101 Chapter 101 Natasha Got There
Micah’s POV.
The good thing about being that home boyfriend was always that you could do anything and everything you want in as much as that very girlfriend of yours was not home.
While Rebecca headed out of the house, little courtesy demanded that I follow her to the entrance door, watched her slide into the limo, and I waved at her.
The instant I saw that the limo drove through the gate out, I immediately smirked.
Evelyn was a perfect figure that couldn’t leave my head since yesterday. In the same manner, Mirabel was also another figure that joined Evelyn in my head.
Two sure beauties, so beautiful that I almost mistook them for river goddesses.
I went back to dining and continued eating my food. When I was done, I voiced, alerting that I was done eating.
“Chef Mirabel?!”
I didn’t know if that was a thing around here. But it was something I did nonetheless.
Calling her name, she walked out to me. She smiled, reaching the dining and packed my plate.
Just then, I licked my lips. A woman as beautiful as this should not be allowed to go without being touched whatsoever.
So, I followed behind her and opened the door to the kitchen after her.
“Sir, you are not supposed to be here,” she voiced quickly, her voice tinged with something—fear, something—shock.
In the movies I have seen, the wealthy ones hardly came to the kitchen indeed. The kitchen was like an office for the chefs of the house. They do the dishes you want while you keep resting in your room or having fun in the sitting room.
“Relax.” I smiled at her as I closed the door behind.
This kitchen was so big that when you join two rooms together, it would certainly be the size of two rooms.
The cabinets against the wall, the freezer, the fridge, the oven stoves, everything I saw in this kitchen right now only screamed something in my head.
“A good position for doggy!”
“Huh, sir!” Mirabel voiced again. This time her voice was getting stronger, louder.
“You have to return to the dining, sir! If you need anything, I can bring it to you!”
But it didn’t matter anything she said.
“Relax!” I voiced gently, my smirk as hideous as a Cheshire cat.
Just then, Mirabel hit her back on the wall. There was a big level of fright written on her face. Still, yet, I was coming closer.
I touched her hand, but she pulled her hands away.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” she warned frighteningly.
But then, I heard nothing. All I wanted to do was to lay my lips on her gentle, soft lips, fondle her freshly looking breast, and take my other hand to her wet pussy while I stroke her clitoris.
Then her frightened voice would grow to a confident voice, and she would clutch her hands around me and whisper my name into my ears.
Everything could be done right from inside this kitchen, and no one would have to know about it.
I grabbed her hand suddenly. Seeing how she pulled away the other time, I didn’t want that to happen again. So, I made sure my grip on her this time was firm, rigid, that no matter how much she tried to snatch her hand away, she couldn’t.
“Leave me alone!” she screamed loudly. And instantly went violent.
This was not what I planned. It was supposed to be an easy chippy pipsy something but now?
She continued to scream, with her other hand she picked an empty pot, raised it high in the air, and smacked my head with it.
I breathed hard. This was not what I intended, but there was no going back.
I grabbed her other wrist and smacked it to the wall.
“Ah!” she screamed in pain. But that was nothing to my concern.
She turned her to the wall. “Relax, you motherfucker!” I cursed.
“This will be over in just a minute!” I yelled at her.
With my rigid, firm hands, I held her two hands together in one hand and held them tightly to the wall.
She could not move any muscles from the hands any longer. All she moved was her legs and head and her screams which didn’t stop.
What I knew about this wealthy people’s home was that it was always soundproof.
I knew that though there were Rebecca’s guards outside in the compound, there was none which could hear her screams.
With one of my knees, I hit the back of her knees and held it tightly against the wall.
Doing this, I suppressed her struggling movement against what I was about to do to her.
“It will be over in a minute,” I whispered to her ears as I took my other hand to my wrist and loosened my belt hook.
My pants fell, right down to my knees. This was something I had done in a long time, and I was so thrilled to have to taste this again from the back, just the way I loved it.
“CRASH!” the kitchen door slammed open violently, suddenly.
I turned to look at the door while still holding Mirabel to the wall. But before I could turn completely, I glanced at a rapid movement of someone.
She smacked my head with something too hard, and all I knew next was the sudden darkness that engulfed me.
When I flickered my eyes open,
“Ah!” I felt a panging headache in my head, the headache was sounding so loud as if they were beating drums in my head.
Touching my head, I felt a sticky liquid on my forehead. When I brought down my hand to my face to see what it was, I saw that it was blood.
Rasping my hand around my forehead to see where the blood was coming from.
“Ah!” I exclaimed a painful sound as I felt my forehead terribly peeled and my shirt collar was soaked with my blood dripping down my face.