Chapter10
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Unable to contain her irritation, Jessamae stomped her foot, her index finger pointed accusingly at his chin. "You did that intentionally!" she accused.
He responded with a nonchalant shrug. "And if I did, what are you going to do about it...Sweetheart?" he challenged.
Jessamae threw her hands up in exasperation. "Why do you take pleasure in provoking me?! It's maddening, I swear!" she exclaimed.
Suddenly, his large, warm hands encircled her slender waist, leaving her speechless, her breath stolen by the warmth radiating from his body. She knew this must be a trick.
"Because you're so easy to provoke," Hanzo grinned, his hands sliding downwards, leaving a trail of tingling sensation on her heated skin. "And seeing you lose control excites me," he confessed.
She remembered his game. "Yeah, sure," she retorted dismissively.
He tilted his head. "You don't believe me, huh?" he questioned.
Hanzo grabbed her behind and pressed himself against her.
Her mouth fell open in shock, and she let out a surprised, "Oh!"
Because what she could feel was the undeniable hardness of his arousal. Good heavens!
A sudden longing for him and fear seized her simultaneously. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly in place. And she ground against him, growing hotter with each passing moment.
"Why do you deceive yourself, Jessy?" he murmured. "It's painful to watch. This torment could easily be alleviated in just one, maybe two or three weeks. It's quite straightforward. All you have to do is give in. There's no disgrace in that," he reasoned.
She shook her head and scolded herself. No Jessamae. Bad girl! Bad! Don't fall for his silly games. That's what this was, it was a damned game...it was just another chapter from his maddening playbook.
One of his hands traveled down and over the curve of her behind, parting it and squeezing gently. She gasped as a wave of intense pleasure made her feel as if she was soaring in the clouds.
He would have his way with her, only to cast her aside when he was done. That was the modus operandi of men like him. He hadn't even hinted at anything different. She had to remember what she truly wanted - to be loved, respected, and cherished.
His head began to dip, his lips tantalizingly close to hers. She swallowed hard, the realization hitting her that she was teetering on the edge of making the most significant mistake of her life. All she needed was for this unbearable longing to cease, and then she would walk away. That was the promise she made to herself.
"Damnation," she muttered under her breath, fully aware that he knew she had surrendered to him.
His lips descended onto hers, hot and insistent, pulling at her lips with a relentless intensity that left her breathless. She allowed him to take control, his firm chest pressing into her sensitive n*****s. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat, her head spinning as the fire within her ignited with a force that was almost overwhelming. Oh, God!
His grip moved lower, his hands cupping her behind, making her feel as if she was floating in mid-air. Hanzo lifted her with an ease that was almost surprising. Her back met the solid wall with a certainty that left no room for doubt.
She raised her arms, her hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, clutching at the hard muscle beneath her fingers. A moan slipped from her lips as she murmured against his kiss, "Oh! Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin!"
His aroused length rubbed against her now wet and eager center, desire trickling down her leg. Her heart pounded so rapidly in her chest, she thought she might faint. He pulled his lips away from hers only to whisper in her ear, his fingers now exploring her behind and her slick folds.
"I'm gonna f**k you, Jessy. Until I'm satiated and tired of your enticing p***y. I'm gonna f**k you until I forget that you even exist."
"Alright," she responded with a sigh that was filled with longing, panting as his fingers squeezed her thighs.
A sudden cough interrupted the moment, causing them both to freeze instantly. A sense of dread filled her. Oh no. Could this place be haunted?
She turned to see a stern-looking petite woman, who stood at least half a head shorter than her five-and-a-half feet. The woman appeared to be around sixty years old, possibly of English descent, and was dressed casually in a standard black dress that ended at her ankles and elbows. Her white hair was neatly braided to one side and draped over a matching black cardigan.
The woman placed her hands on her hips, shooting a silent reprimanding look at Hanzo as she addressed Jessamae. Her Geordie accent was evident as she spoke, "Do you need saving, miss? Blink once for yes, twice for no."
"Oh. This isn't what it appears to be," Jessamae stammers, her senses completely scrambled. She raises a finger, trying to gather her thoughts. "Well, you see, there was a situation and he...and we? What was I saying?" She winces at her own words. Brilliant, she thinks sarcastically. That sounded intelligent.
Hanzo sets her down as a wave of shame washes over her. She should be grateful to this woman, she realizes. She had stopped her from making a complete fool of herself.
"Uh, Mary. This is Jessamae," Hanzo introduces, avoiding eye contact. "Jessamae, this is my housekeeper, Mary. Jessy will be staying here for a while."
"Which room will she be staying in?" Mary asks without missing a beat. "I'll prepare it for her immediately."
He scratches the side of his head sheepishly, his voice still rough. "Uh, how about the one with the garden view?"
"Well alright then," Mary responds with a stern nod. "Please follow me."
Jessamae obeys, avoiding Hanzo's presence as they follow Mary's nimble figure. This is awkward, she thinks.
Mary leads the way, and they walk in complete silence until they reach a door at the far end of the hallway.
"The master's bedroom is only two doors down to your left if there's an emergency. Or you can use the intercom if you need me for anything else," Mary informs her.
Jessamae nods appreciatively. "Thank you, Mary. That's very kind of you."
Mary switches on the light and Jessamae immediately notices the opulence of the large bedroom. She walks towards an adjoining sitting room and spots a marble-floored ensuite across from her, complete with gold-rimmed finishes, and even a spa. It's like stepping into a Vogue magazine, she thinks.
She sits on the edge of the large canopied bed as Mary retrieves some slippers and spare clothes, which Jessamae notices are standard-sized pyjamas. "I'm sorry, they aren't going to fit very well, but that shirt isn't doing much in the way of concealment, Sweetheart," Mary comments.
She shoots a disapproving look at Hanzo who, for the first time ever, averts his eyes in embarrassment.
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