Chapter 64 STOP OVERTHINKING
\[SKYE'S HOUSE\]
"Do you like it?" Skye asked while observing Bonnie closely.
Bonnie flashed him a smile. "Never knew guys could cook."
Skye smiled, staring at her lips. He took a wipe and cleaned the sauce that had smeared her lips.
"Thank you."
Both traced their gazes to the window, staring at the heavy downpour.
"It doesn't look like it'd stop anytime soon," Skye muttered.
"I have no choice but to spend the night at your house then."
Skye turned to her. "You have no problem sleeping in my house?"
Bonnie stood, striding towards him. "Why would I have a problem sleeping at my boyfriend's house?" she mumbled, trailing her gaze along his jawline.
She gripped his collar, pulling his face closer to hers. Her other hand, resting on the table.
Skye's gaze fell on her face, and his breath slowed.
Bonnie inched herself closer, pressing her lips on his.
Skye's eyes stayed glued to her face as she broke the brief but meaningful kiss.
She trailed a wet kiss from his lips down to his neck.
"What are you doing?" Skye breathed out, feeling her breath all over his neck.
"I thought you love me?" She kissed his upper chest, sending shivers all over his spine.
His head fell to his back, his breath growing unsteady. "I... do."
Bonnie sat on his thigh, feeling his hardened cock beneath her butt.
"Then make me yours," she whispered, casually licking his earlobe.
Skye raised his head, meeting her gaze. "Are you sure about this? I don't..."
She placed her index finger on his lips. "Shush," she smiled, purposely adjusting herself on his body.
"I've never been this sure before," she muttered, slamming her lips on his.
Skye held her waist, kissing her back at the same speed.
She moaned, running her hand through his chest.
He stood without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around him as he went to his room.
Bonnie's fingers fought with his shirt button; some of the buttons fell off as she got rid of his shirt.
At the same speed, they both got rid of their clothes with Bonnie on top of him, on the bed.
Skye breathed heavily while staring at Bonnie.
"You..."
His words were cut short when Bonnie grabbed his cock and slid it into herself.
She moaned out as she began riding him, her boobs bouncing in his face.
Skye held her waist, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.
Their skins slapped, her moans tore the wall, and the rain responded in reply.
\[OUTHOUSE\]
Ixora tilted her head and closed her eyes, her fingers tightening around his shirt.
She felt a new wave of emotions flooding through her body. It was new, but amazing.
She slightly parted her lips, feeling the need to say something, but the words hung in her throat when he slid his arm behind her waist.
Her body pressed against his, leaving no space between them.
Her heart slammed against her chest, like a bird wanting to break its cage. She pressed her palm on his chest, feeling his well-built biceps.
Drexton nibbled on her neck, grazing his teeth softly against it. He kept pulling her closer, sucking like he was sealing a claim. Aclaim only he has the right to.
Slowly, he raised his head, staring at the mark he had given her. Ixora caught her breath, still holding onto his shirt tightly.
He took his thumb and rubbed the mark. His gaze bored into it, as if willing to burn deeper into the skin.
"Mine," he whispered, his voice low. Primal.
A smile graced Ixora's lips as she wrapped her arm around him, loving this side of him deeply.
She might look selfish, but she doesn't want him to go back to his scary mode.
This calm side of his... he's always been calm, but tonight, it was a different kind. And she was loving it.
She tightened her arm around him, sniffling at his scent, wishing she'd remain in that position, forever.
"It's late."
Ixora hummed a reply, refusing to let go of him.
He brought her hands down, intertwining them possessively in his. Like a part of possession, he wouldn't want to lose.
"I'll take you home." He led the way, and Ixora followed, her eyes on his face until they got to the car.
He helped her into the car and buckled her seatbelt before getting into the driver's seat.
He held her hands, bringing the engine to life.
All this while, Ixora's eyes never left him.
\[CASTELLAN MANSION\]
By the time they arrived, the rain had completely stopped.
Drexton released her hand. "You should go." He said, leaning near to unhook the seatbelt.
Ixora nodded. She brought her body closer to his and placed her lips on his neck.
"Goodnight," she whispered, alighting from the car.
Drexton made sure she entered her house before driving off.
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Ixora sat on the bed, resting her back on the bed stand. She was rubbing the spot he had kissed while thinking about him.
Her cheeks hadn't stopped heating up, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop blushing.
If a nail did hit his head, then she hoped the effect wouldn't stop. Drexton Blackthorn—the person who only wanted to see her fall-was behaving like a possessive boyfriend. She loved it, but was somehow worried.
What if he goes back to his old self tomorrow? She can't imagine him hating her again, after what happened tonight.
She'd...
A text notification chimed on her phone, interrupting her thoughts.
Drexton: My inner self is disturbed. Stop overthinking. Go to sleep, firefly.
Ixora's cheeks turned red again as she typed a reply.
Ixora: How did you know? Are you stalking me?
Drexton: When the minds are linked, stalking is undefined.
Ixora chuckled. Even without hearing him, she had already imagined the tone he'd use. Dominant, possessive and maybe a little bit tender between them.
She began typing a reply when his text came again.
Drexton: Sleep.
Ixora mumbled, keeping her phone. She gently lay on the bed and closed her eyes.
She went into her world, the image of Drexton's finger running along her hair appearing.
She smiled, sinking deep into the imagination.
\[SKYE'S HOUSE\]
Bonnie sat, her face etched into a deep frown as she glared at sleeping Skye. He had fallen asleep after going on one round with Bonnie.
The room might smell like sex, but Bonnie doesn't.
"Weakling," she hissed, coming down the bed.
She wasn't even close to feeling satisfied. He can't handle her demands and wants to date her.
Her phone rang out.
She answered, seeing it was an expected call.
"Hello, I'm at the door," the person said.
"Perfect," Bonnie smiled, leaving the room in her naked form.
She opened the door to see it was a guy, Mark—her sex giver.
"You took long," she muttered, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
He cupped her butt, following her inside.
"I was busy," he answered, burying his face on her shoulder.
Bonnie moaned, leading him to the couch.
"Eat me up," she jumped on the couch and spread her legs apart.
Mark licked his lips, lust growing in his eyes.
He knelt on the couch and hung her legs on his shoulder.
He looked at the stairs. "Won't your boyfriend wake up?" he asked.
"I had him drugged, so we are safe," she said, adjusting her pussy to his face.
Mark leaned in between her legs, blowing air all over her pussy.
"Fuck you," she yelled breathlessly, grabbing his head and shoving it between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around him, arching her body closer as he ate her bare.
She moaned senselessly, rubbing her cunt with her finger.
Her moans covered the house, loud enough to wake Skye if he wasn't drugged.
She came into his mouth, kissing him to taste herself.
She turned around, going all on ours.
He took out oil from his pocket and rubbed it all over her ass. He took off his pants and slapped her ass cheeks before slamming his dick into her.
Bonnie shouted, shaking the table as he worked his way inside her.
"To hell with you, Skye!"