Chapter 42
My hands gripped the tip of my erection, stroking up and down.
Again and again.
“Genevieve…” I moaned. My voice was low and ragged.
My fists slammed against the shower wall. The tiles cool against my skin. Another desperate stroke.
My head fell back and a groan escaped my lips.
Why was this so hard to control? I yelled. The sound echoed in the bathroom. Mingled with my moans.
In a fleeting moment, release hit me. White streams splattered across the tiles.
I exhaled. My chest heaved.
This was the fifth time I’d lost myself to her since she arrived at my mansion.
Standing under the shower, I watched the water cascade down.
Her soaked bra and panties hanging on the hook nearby.
A bitter laugh escaped me. This place felt like home with her here.
Something I’d never felt before.
When I’d brought her to my mansion, I was certain she’d stay in my room. Wrapped in my arms.
Just like that one unforgettable night. But everything changed the moment she stepped out of my bathroom.
Her white shirt turned transparent and clung to her body. It revealed everything.
Her pink nipples. The ones I’d imagined countless times. They peeked through thin.
I was damn sure her nipples would taste amazing in my mouth. I craved to graze them with my teeth. pinch them with my fingertips.
Her full breasts were barely concealed. How amazing they would feel in my hand when I would be kneading them fiercely.
They were bigger than I imagined.
How innocently they were hiding behind her modest clothes.
But not today.
Today they were right before me.
As if daring me to rip her clothes away and grab them in my hands.
They would be perfect there.
But then, reality hit me like a punch to the gut.
I stormed out of the bedroom and ordered everyone—every last soul in the mansion—to leave. I didn’t care how much it bothered them. I wanted the place empty.
Jealousy consumed me at the thought of anyone else seeing her like that, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I watched her shamelessly at the dining table, as if I had every right to drink in the sight of her.
When she walked, her hips swayed with a rhythm that drove me wild.
I imagined gripping her butt and fucking her from behind.
I wanted to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt she was mine.
Four years ago, I let her slip through my fingers.
If I’d found her then, she’d already be mine. We might have a child by now—or children. Three, at least.
I couldn’t bear the thought of wasting another year without seeing her belly swollen with my child. I would’ve married her already.
She was on her phone, and a sharp ache twisted in my chest.
Was it that guy she was dating?
I stood behind her, close enough to hear her explaining something to a friend about an incident.
My gaze drifted to her waist. Her thighs. I could sense her. Feel her, even from here.
Her body was like petals. soft and delicate. Would it hurt her if I fuck her in my way?
I wasn’t gentle. My way of fucking. She perhaps never liked it.
The image of her face, twisted in pain, flashed through my mind.
My erection strained painfully against my pants. It ached with need.
But at the same moment, fear gripped me.
I was terrified I’d do something to her. Something that would make her hate me forever.
That was the last thing I wanted. I needed her to submit herself to me willingly. To want me as much as I wanted her.
But my mind screamed to bend her over the dining table and fuck her until the only name she could remember was mine.
Until I fill her with my juices. Watch her legs dripping it back.
I wanted to fuck her in every corner of this mansion. Dining room, study, bedroom, bathroom.
Every wall would echo with her moans.
Then I remembered the slap.
That one time I lost control in front of her. She'd hated me so much she struck me.
I wasn’t angry.
It made me realize I’d gone too far. She was just dating someone else, but it felt like my world had shattered.
I’d never struggled with self-control like this. Taking a life was easier than keeping my hands off her.
I’d always taken what I wanted, claimed what was mine.
But with her, I was learning patience—a painful, foreign lesson.
Reluctantly, I cleaned the guest room next to mine and asked her to move there.
I never imagined I’d have to ask her to sleep in another room. But I knew sharing a space with her would break me.
I won't be able to control if she sleeps beside me with that shirt of mine.
I didn't want to find myself to fuck her in the middle of the night against her wish.
Morals had never mattered to me. I wouldn’t even feel guilty if I gave in.
But one thing stopped me: I couldn’t bear the thought of her hating me more than she already did.
These past few days, I’d started to think maybe she didn’t hate me—just my profession.
I couldn’t risk doing anything to make her despise me further.
I finished my shower and stepped out, the air cool against my skin.
Collapsing onto my bed, I turned on the air conditioning. The hum filled the silence.
I knew sleep wouldn’t come tonight. Not with her in the room next door.
Yet, I squeezed my eyes shut desperate
and tried to remember the blood shed but the only thing that came across my eyes was her face.
Her naked body. Me fucking her in every possible position.
It haunted me.
My eyes snapped open.
I was going crazy. I would die if I didn't do anything right now.
My cock strained against my boxers despite jerking off just a moment ago.
I turned to the bathroom and suddenly the door knocked.
My brows furrowed.
I opened the door and found she stood right before me. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest shielding what I burned to see.
But seeing her innocent face again, my cock twisted. My grip tightened around the knob so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Why was she here again? Does she wanted me to lose my control and fuck her all night long?
If she remembered the monster I was four years ago she’d never dare stand so close.
Yet I maintained my expressions as calm as I could.
"Yes? What’s wrong?" I asked her.
She gulped. The bob formed in her throat. My mouth drooled.
“Can I stay in my room tonight? I can’t sleep there.” She scratched the back of her neck.
It was my patience test. The universe wanted me to use all my strength to keep my hands away from her.
My cock ached.
God, I was an atheist.
I opened the door further and she entered and plopped onto my bed.
Now, no one can stop her from being mine.
Not even me!