Chapter 58
Was I holding Oscar's cock, swollen and throbbing with veins popping out right then?
For a moment, my mind went completely blank—I couldn't think, forgot to let go of my hand, forgot to push away this creep, and didn't even realize that, even in the cold water, our bodies were slowly heating up.
His strength was astonishing, pinning me hard against the slick bathtub wall, his muscular frame pressing against my thin clothes. I could even feel his powerful heartbeat against me.
His hand around my waist unconsciously roamed over my back, a satisfied groan escaping his throat. His urgent kisses slowed, and at some point, his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, inching upward, groping my chest without restraint.
This damn pervert!
His tongue skillfully pried open my lips, tangling with mine, making me swallow back all the curses I had been about to spit out.
I started to regret coming in there, reaching out to push him away. His hand finally let go of my breasts, but one big hand trapped both of mine, pinning them above my head against the edge of the tub. The other hand yanked my clothes off in one swift motion. Suddenly, a wave of shame hit me as I lay nearly naked beneath him.
His erect cock thrust toward my pussy.
Without hesitation, I bit down on his lip—it was the only thing I could attack. Oscar winced in pain and finally released my lips.
"Oscar, you bastard!" I finally found my voice, hoarse and trembling as I yelled.
His eyes held a hint of confusion, yet he still pinned me down firmly. "Emily, I'm in so much pain, I feel like I'm dying. You've gotta help me, please."
His hand reached for my pussy again, that thick cock pressing down below, ready to go. He rambled incoherently, "I was really struggling, I needed you, just once, please, Emily, I needed you."
I panicked. Was Oscar for real? I must have lost my mind, knowing full well the effects of that aphrodisiac hadn't worn off, and still coming to take care of him.
"Oscar, we were just business partners. This was fake; you couldn't do this. Let me go, Oscar, stop it. If you dared touch me, I would kill you." I practically screamed, my voice breaking.
Oscar's flushed face seemed to show a flicker of clarity, but only for a split second. That cock, desperately pushing between my legs, seemed completely out of his control, thrusting wildly beneath me.
Maybe he had gotten too worked up, because he instinctively loosened his grip on my hands, instead grabbing my waist with both hands, trying to lift my body up. His cock rubbed against my sensitive lips, sending a tiny electric shock straight to my brain. My body trembled uncontrollably, and an inexplicable thrill suddenly terrified me. As his eyes turned red with lust and he prepared to thrust, I pinched my palm to snap myself out of it, shoved him with both hands, and sank my whole body into the water.
Oscar reached to grab me, but I quickly bent my knee and slammed it into his crotch. As he doubled over in pain, clutching his cock with both hands, I slapped him hard across the face. Using the edge of the tub and the buoyancy of the water, I quickly pushed myself back, kicking him square in the chest. Scrambling and slipping, I somehow managed to tumble out of the bathtub.
"Oscar, I felt totally unappreciated. I had been worried something might happen to you, and you were just a horny bastard." I wiped my swollen lips hard, sitting on the floor and cursing him.
Oscar sat up in the tub, slowly regaining his composure. His heated gaze lingered on my naked body. Just as he tried to stand and grab me, his rationality seemed to pull him back, and he forcefully looked away. "Why were you here? Why weren't you dressed? Just now…"
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my chest, curling up to cover myself. Now wasn't the time to argue with him. I needed to get out of this dangerous situation.
While he turned away, I headed to the bathroom door, running straight to the closet, my legs so weak I could barely stand.
We had been so close—just a little bit more, and he would have had me.
Damn Oscar. I started to wonder if he had done this on purpose.
Trying to steady my pounding heart, I quickly grabbed some clothes and put them on, then forced open the bathroom door. "Oscar, get out of here."
I heard his muffled grunt. He was still in the tub, his hands in the same weird position as when I had first seen him. His shoulders trembled, moving faster and faster.
He…
I froze. He was masturbating, and he was completely lost in it—masturbating?
A low, guttural roar escaped him as he shook violently. A strange smile crept across his flushed face. He lay back in the tub with his eyes closed, seemingly exhausted.
So, he had just come?
"Oscar, you bastard."
My eyes widened, and I couldn't even bother to argue right or wrong with him right then.
He looked in my direction, his voice hoarse. "Emily, earlier… I'm sorry."
So he had known everything?
My face flushed instantly. I would rather he hadn't known anything,
I would rather he had just been out of it from the drug, with no awareness, no memory.
"Put some clothes on and get out of here. We need to settle this today." I turned around and closed the bathroom door for him after I spoke. His heated body had made my face burn just looking at him.
I needed to cool off. I couldn't fall for his charm. He had taken advantage of me, and a simple sorry wasn't going to cut it. Today, I was going to make sure he learned his lesson.
Oscar soon came out wrapped in a towel, his upper body completely bare.
Normally, I saw Oscar all buttoned up, even in pajamas, always dressed to the nines. I hadn't expected that he wasn't exaggerating before. Those defined pecs, that tempting eight-pack, and—under the towel—his still-erect cock.
My gaze uncontrollably shifted from his abs to the obvious bulge of his cock. I didn't even notice Oscar following my line of sight, looking down at where I was staring.
He casually crossed his arms, strategically covering the bulge, and coughed awkwardly. "I… I hadn't really known what I was doing earlier. I hoped you wouldn't mind."
Was he kidding me? He had been one step away from going all the way, touching everything he shouldn't have, and now he said he hadn't known what he was doing and expected me not to care? Who wouldn't care?
"Oscar, are you kidding me? If I had almost raped you and told you not to care, would you forgive me?"
Oscar's face turned bright red, his fingers nervously fiddling with the corner of the towel like a kid who had done something wrong. "I… I really hadn't meant to. I hadn't expected you to come over. I… I could take responsibility for this. Anyway, we were already pretending to be engaged, so we could have sex."
"Dream on. Who wanted to have sex with you? Did I need you to take responsibility?" I rolled my eyes. "Is that all you were sorry for? Don't tell me you didn't remember what had happened last night."
We had nearly had sex in front of so many people, and then almost did it for real when we got back. I was starting to wonder if it had really been the drug's effect or if he was just that aggressive.
Oscar scratched his head. His usually perfect hair was now wet and messy, which somehow made him look more approachable. He wasn't the usual polite but distant Oscar; he seemed more relatable. "I'm really sorry, Emily. I couldn't think of anything else besides marrying you. What else could I do?"
I glanced at him. "This was way beyond the scope of our agreement, and it had happened twice now. So you'd better think hard about what to do."
Oscar looked guilty, his fingers instinctively touching the tip of his nose. "If I said you could kiss me back, would that be taking advantage of you again?"
Angrily, I grabbed a pillow in front of me and threw it at him. "Dream on."
He blocked it, scratched his head again, and slowly said, "Actually, I had been gonna suggest financial compensation, but I was afraid you would think I was insulting you, so I didn't bring it up."
"I'm not that classy." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?" Oscar didn't quite get it.
"I mean, since it had already happened, how much were you planning to compensate me with?"
It was already done. I wasn't planning to break the contract now, so why shouldn't I get what I deserved?
"Or, you could give me a bigger share of the stocks."
Hearing this, Oscar quickly agreed. "Was five percent enough? I'd give you another five percent."
I huffed at him, rolling my eyes. "It'd do, I guess. If I had known, you should have listened to me and hired a hooker. This five percent could have paid for hookers for a lifetime, right?"
Oscar sighed. "I'm not that casual."
He had almost taken me right there twice, and he dared to claim he wasn't casual? I really wanted to slap him again to wake him up and see if there was something wrong with his head.
Though, as a partner, his body and face were honestly top-notch—especially that massive cock…
The heat rose to my face inexplicably. My mind flashed to his passionate kisses and that incredibly sexy face consumed by desire…
I didn't seem to mind it.
Oscar touched his swollen lips and mumbled softly, "If there's a next time, could you bite a little lighter?"