Rainy Night 76

Selena cried for the whole afternoon, and without any appetite, she went to bed early in the evening. The rain poured down all day, and even at night, it continued heavily, making the air humid and uncomfortable. Mariana had to leave the window slightly open before leaving to let in some fresh air.

After taking a bath, Selena lay on her side facing the inside of the bed, with the pillow slightly damp. She fell asleep eventually, but in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a sudden gust of cold wind blowing through the window. Thinking the window might have been blown open, she lifted the thin blanket and was about to sit up. However, as she turned her head, she saw a dark figure standing at the head of the bed. Instantly, her eyes widened in shock, and she was about to call for help.

But then she saw the person leaning down, using his hand to support her slightly plump chin, and forcefully kissing her sweet red lips. Despite initially trembling with fear, Selena recognized the familiar scent and masculine aura of the man. In that moonlit night by the forest pond, he had been just as audacious, devouring her with his passion, playing with her tongue, and forcing her to abandon her sense of shame, even making her ride on top of him...

As these memories flooded back, a surge of both anger and resentment welled up within her. With her tender hands, she began to pound him mercilessly, until he released her hands from his grip and backed away, his mouth still lingering with a smirk.

Selena caught her breath, unable to let this opportunity slip by. She desperately tried to open her mouth to call for Mariana, but heard the man lazily whisper in her ear, "Go ahead, let people see what it looks like to be loved by a man..."

With that said, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his embrace.

It was summertime, and the weather was oppressively hot. Selena was only wearing a thin strap nightgown, her body's contours clearly visible. The man's hand was now resting just below her ample, rounded breasts, having just deliberately brushed against the nipples, causing her sensitive body to tremble slightly.

"Lucio..."

As Selena heard this jerk's words, she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Instantly filled with anger and frustration, she hesitated, realizing that if she were to cry out, and her parents heard... She clenched her lips tightly, overwhelmed by the days of suffering, fear, and dread. Tears welled up in her eyes, which had just begun to recover from swelling.

She remained still, nestled in the man's arms, trembling slightly, her shoulders shaking with barely audible sobs. She murmured with a broken voice, "It was my fault back then, with hurtful words..." Tears welled up in her eyes, dampening the thin dress on her chest.

"But what do you want from me if you already avenged yourself in the pool? I owe you nothing more, do you want my life? Take it if that's what you want!" she said, closing her eyes in a moment of despair.

The man watched her for a moment, seeing her eyelashes flutter like butterflies, occasionally opening to peek at his reaction. Upon hearing her speak of death with such fear, he smiled ironically. "A night of pleasure and you think we're even? Your life isn't even worth much..."

Then he lowered his head and tenderly kissed the eyelashes lightly curled like small brushes.

Startled, Selena quickly opened her eyes, fearing he might eat them. With eyes filled with tears and sparkle, she asked, "So what do you want from me?"

The man gently caressed her soft cheek with his fingers, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand and subtle indulgence. "Look at yourself now, still flirting with men everywhere. What should be done? Naturally, strict measures must be taken..." He trailed off, kissing away her tears.

Selena felt her neck being sucked forcefully and the hand on her chest starting to move restlessly. She gasped, her body tensing up. "No, please, let me go, Lucio..." She regretted wearing this thin nightgown today, barely covering anything. As his hand reached her waist, her cherry-like nipples couldn't help but gently protrude, clearly visible through the fabric.

While the man sealed Selena's mouth with a kiss, his large hand skillfully slipped under the nightgown, gently kneading and teasing her tender breasts. The kiss was intense and prolonged, and when she caught her breath, she realized she had been lifted and seated on his lap, his head lowered to suck and bite her cherry-like nipples. She struggled, making her nipples tremble and ache with each tug, until they became sore.

She couldn't help but shed tears, thinking about how he had abused her that night, again and again, treating her like a toy, and now, not wanting to marry her but treating her like a prostitute. For a moment, she forgot her fear and clenched her fist, hitting him hard, once, twice, three times, until her tearful eyes and red, swollen hands spoke volumes. The man barely felt the blows, grabbing her hand and looking at her with shining eyes. "Who cried and said she'd never marry me? And now you're angry because I haven't taken you as my wife?"

Selena stared at him with eyes full of anger but dared not speak. She couldn't understand how he could be so despicable.

Seeing her teary eyes and slender face, he felt a twinge of compassion and, with surprising tenderness, gently kissed her swollen lips. "That day, I took you back from the mountain. There was an unexpected issue with the mission the king assigned me, so I had to leave immediately. Today, I've resolved everything and returned. It wasn't my intention to delay our wedding..."

The task assigned by the king was of utmost importance, and he rushed back ahead of time, with no time to deal with other matters. Looked the delicate woman cry day after day, seeing herself as pale as a sheet of paper. How could he not feel sorry for her? He risked climbing over the wall in the rain tonight, trying to please her, but instead, he was met with rejection.

With this explanation, Selena finally stopped and looked at the man's deep eyes watching her. She couldn't help but feel a little scared by his sudden change in tone from his usual gruff demeanor. Feeling uncomfortable, she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

Feeling guilty and stubborn, she bit her lip, thinking about how to refute him. As she tried to cover up her freedom by hugging herself, her full breasts were squeezed even higher, creating an enticing bulge that made the man's eyes darken even more. He embraced her slender waist and pulled down her nightgown, treating her like a hunter playing with his prey, causing the woman beneath him to tremble uncontrollably. The room echoed with the man's eager sucking sounds and the woman's restrained sobs, "No, don't, bastard, what are you doing, don't use your mouth down there..."