Chapter 49 Pushed Against The Wall
Sarah
"Yes. I think I'll leave. What happened between us... was a mistake," I whisper nervously, my voice breaking. The bag falls from my hands, I bend down, pick it up by the straps again, but my hands won't obey, and everything falls out of my hands! The bag flies to the floor again.
What a horror! I'm nervous and embarrassed at the same time, every time I become the object of this complex man's attention. Strange things are really happening to me! I don't recognize myself.
A hurricane of the most varied, conflicting feelings rages in my chest. Is it love? Or perhaps attraction?
I don't understand this, but I clearly understand that... yesterday completely changed my life and my inner world. If a day ago I hated the billionaire, he infuriated and irritated me, now I think about him too much, feeling a painfully sweet heat in my chest and lower abdomen.
"No, you're not going anywhere," he grabs my wrist. He squeezes it tightly, burning my thin skin with the heat of his dark skin.
He abruptly pushes me against the wall and covers me with his body. He catches my chin with his fingers, pressing down on it, and kisses me right on the lips.
Damn...
Everything goes to hell! The floor beneath my feet disappears, and I become a ball of tiny, electric discharges. Shawn deepens the kiss, confidently and powerfully working his tongue. He kisses like a god. He deserves a kissing World Cup.
I thrash around like I'm in a fever, but he throws both my hands up, pinning them to the wall. He acts firmly and forcefully. He presses his exquisitely beautiful body against mine, pressing his hips against mine, his cock pressing against my crotch.
His cock is already rock hard and erect, impaling me. Feeling his erection, I completely forgot my name and remembered all three orgasms I experienced last night.
His nimble, wet tongue slams into my mouth in rapid bursts, crushing my soul, subjugating me to its power for the umpteenth time.
Why do I become so weak and helpless in the hands of this beast? Why does he have such a powerful hold on me, dominating me without question, leaving me no choice? Especially when he kisses me so passionately and deeply.
Because he is… too hot and depraved. He is definitely a king of romance.
My mouth is starting to ache again, my lips are burning, my tongue is throbbing. He bit the tip of my tongue. He reluctantly pulls away, still holding my wrists high above my head. They're already numb...
He whispers close to my lips: "I bought you new clothes. I also brought you a cappuccino from the coffee shop next door and Italian cream buns. Shall we have breakfast?"
"Y-yes," I sigh convulsively, just to get him to stop rubbing his cock against my folds. I'm starting to get aroused and can already feel my panties soaking wet. There's already a decent damp spot on the gusset.
Oh, God...
I'm embarrassed, but I can't help it. My body is reacting to the billionaire's presence and brazen seduction.
Shawn lets go of my stiff and numb wrists and touches my cheeks, stroking them with his knuckles. Such a simple touch, but first I felt cold, then hot. A swarm of burning goosebumps ran down my spine.
He didn't leave, it turns out. Was he shopping? I felt a little. So I'd really overreacted. Apparently, Shawn had shown some concern for me. He'd decided to give me new clothes and even treat me to coffee and some delicious pastries. I didn't expect that.
He kisses me again. He simply presses his wet, luscious lips to mine for a few seconds, then pulls away. He takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen. I obediently follow him, but I feel so drowsy, as if I've had sunstroke.
My soul is unsettled. The storm is raging. I'm struggling with myself. I don't want to leave, I'm starting to get attached to Shawn, but we're not right for each other. He has a fiancée. A girl of a higher class. And I'm just a temporary distraction.
But the new feelings that have suddenly emerged within me don't allow me to listen to common sense. I'm overcome by some kind of impenetrable obsession, practically impossible to resist.
"Sit down," he gallantly pulls out his chair, inviting me to sit. I accept his offer. He places a glass of aromatic, still-hot drink in front of me and a beautiful package of fluffy, vanilla-scented buns.
They look amazing. The man himself sits across from me, his back straight, his eyes fixed on me. His gaze is as hungry and commanding as ever. And I ask the first important question. "Why do you need this?"
"What exactly?" He asked too.
"Everything..."I told.
He smirks. His eyes sparkle like stars in a dark, velvety sky.
"Maybe I want to make amends. My guys have checked all the information on you; you're clean. You really are real white’s daughter. So it would be cruel to do something like that to my fiancée's sister, seeing the terrible conditions she lives in."
Wow, the monster's let go.
He's convinced I'm not a spy, so his anger has subsided. Now I understand why he was rude to me. He was worried I might hurt him.
"But nothing's clear yet….”
“The plan will be ready in the next few days," he interrupts, trying to convince me. He took a sip of coffee, and I followed suit. Mm! The drink tastes divine, and the buns taste even better.
We're having breakfast in a warm and cozy atmosphere; it's a real gift for me. All my worries melt away, leaving behind a feeling of lightness.
"Oh, and I almost forgot!" he suddenly perks up, rising from his seat. "I did one more thing. I resolved an important issue. Just a moment."