Chapter 3
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CHAPTER 3 - JANE
I stir in my sleep, as my body brushes against hairs, arousing a wave of pleasure inside me.
My eyes flutter open and I'm hit by the sun rays infiltrating the blinds. I groan sleepily, dragging up the duvet to cover my face.
The hairs brush against my skin again and I'm forced to look at my side. And there he is, with his eyes shut. He has no shirt on, and that's why the light hairs on his chest were messing with me.
My Vishal. He looks more handsome in his sleep, and I take a few seconds to admire him. His dark hair falls in curls to his face, and it makes my p***y twitch from hunger.
Needing to feel him, I snuggle closer to his body, wrapping my arms around him. He reciprocates, locking me in his arms.
God, this feels so nice. I shut my eyes, breathing in his mesmerizing scent. I let my hands run up and down his ripped arms. I want to feel every inch of him, starting with his big d**k that keeps brushing my inner thighs through his pants.
But I fight the urge and just choose to enjoy the moment. It's been a while since Vishal and I had alone time.
Ever since I gave birth to Oliver, she never fails to invade our privacy and steal all our alone time. Vishal cusses at her sometimes when she c**k-blocks him with her cries and tantrums.
I get f*****g irritated too, but I still got to attend to her. She's my daughter and deserves my full attention.
I check the time on the clock on the nightstand. It's a few minutes after 7. Oliver usually comes in here at dawn. Strangely, she isn't here till this hour.
I smile, snuggling closer to him. I want to enjoy this moment while it lasts. I'm still lost in my fantasies about Vishal when memories from last night invade my thoughts.
I recall the terror that crept into my stomach when I saw his monstrous reflection in the mirror. I could remember hysterically running out of the bathroom and out of the nightclub.
The girls kept yelling out my name but I barged into the busy street like a lunatic. It's a good thing Vishal showed up and carried me home. I didn't call him, so I'm guessing the girls did.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the terrifying memories of last night. But it didn't go away. I can still picture his reflection of him, flashing me his fangs that were dripping blood.
"Goddess," I gasp, forcing my eyes open. My arms tighten around Vishal as goosebumps crept up my skin.
"Are you okay?" His deep baritone reverberates in the room. It had a good dose of sleep in it, making it huskier than usual.
I tilt my head up to look at his face but his eyes are still closed.
"I'm fine," I mumble, moving closer to feel the warmth of his body.
"You don't sound fine, cupcake. What's wrong?" His index finger comes to my chin and he tilts my head to meet his eyes.
My fears melt away as I look into his grey eyes. He has a lazy look that makes him sexier and increases the twitching between my thighs.
"Nothing. I uh – " I lower my gaze, staring at his chest instead. It's hard to lie to him. He sees through me.
"Hey," He mutters huskily, rolling over so he can be on top of me. His hands are at my sides, and he is fixed between my legs.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I quickly tell him. I gulp as he lowers his face to mine.
"That's because you're not relaxed enough to talk about it. So allow me to help you relax," He presses deeper, moving his bulge into my inner thighs.
I moan, wrapping my hands around his neck. "Vi…"
"What's bothering you?" He husks, lifting my nightgown to my stomach. I'm not wearing any panties, so the cold breeze hits my legs.
"Nothing…" I breathe out. I jerk my thighs off the bed, brushing them against his bulge. I just want him to f**k me already.
"Look who's impatient," He mocks, moving away from me. He gets down from the bed and shuts the door with the bolt.
"That isn't gonna stop Oliver from c**k-blocking you," I laugh, as he joins me back on the bed.
"Oh, it will, except she's learned how to break down a door," he grins and takes off his pants.
I swallow a lump in my throat as he runs a hand over his huge shaft. I spread my legs apart, rubbing my fingers on my p***y, making it wet for him.
"You're so ready for me, cupcake," he chuckles, as he aims his d**k at my slit. Slowly, he pushes it inside me and waits till I embrace his size.
He begins thrusting in and out of me and I'm meeting his thrusts with my moans and screams. He's going at a fast pace and I can't keep my moans in check. I'm literally screaming my head out.
"f**k, f**k…oh..goddes…s…" I moan, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. I can feel my orgasm closing up on me.
He slows, moving in a circular motion. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
"What?" I gasp. Why is he talking about this now? "I don't wanna talk about it now. Just f**k me until I c*m,"
"You're not having that orgasm until you tell me what got you so worked up," He tells me, taking his d**k out of me.
"No, please, don't," I cry out, holding his d**k and guiding him back inside me.
"Start talking," he orders, moving slowly.
Tears slide down my eyes as the terrifying memories make their way back into my mind.
"I'm still not over what happened yesterday," I admit, hiding my face on his shoulder.
"What really happened yesterday?" He asks worriedly, giving me one firm thrust. "I still don't understand how you ended up looking like a lunatic on the street. What happened?"
"I saw him," More tears run down my eyes as I say the words that he wants to hear. "I saw Richard's reflection in the mirror,"
"What?"
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