Rebellious Love

Rebellious 03

I don't get why Papa had to do this. I won't deny that I've been in a few scandals before, but it wasn't enough reason for them to sell me off. During my high school and even in college years, I got myself into trouble, but I'm the Madrigal's princess, and I always get away with the help of money and connection. Just last month, I was dragged into a cocaine scandal, and just recently, again— I was hauled into a drug scandal when the bar got raided. I was there only to party! I'd never use it. Why do I have to suffer from someone else's doing?!

I may be a bit rebellious, but I'm not a user! So, I don't understand why he has to punish me like this. Why can't he just throw me away somewhere? I'd be more willing to accept it than such a penalty.

"Lily, we are just concerned. Please, understand us especially, your father..."

I shook my head in despair as my mother's words rang in my head. Concern? About my name, maybe. I covered my face with my palm as I sat at the edge of my bed, thinking of all the possible ways to get away from this hell.

Before all these, Papa confronted me about my behavior. I was aware of it and I did try to stay away from situations that would humiliate our name but it seems like dragging my name to such crises is my fate. I couldn't just get away from it. I am always the one who was lugged— even if I've done nothing. Maybe Papa has reached his limits trying to protect me, got tired from reprimanding me over and over again when I always tell him it wasn't me.

But fück those media! Being born into a wealthy family has cons, too. Media is everywhere. I got used to seeing my face on social media being photographed— without my permission—kissing a guy. It wasn't new to my family, actually. They got used to it but when the cocaine scandal blew out, my father has warned me already. And now, it happened again and my name is ruined.

It wouldn't help since Papa is running as a Mayor this coming election. While he's trying to catch the people's hearts by doing what he usually does—good deeds—here I am, trying to get in the way by being a bad daughter.

I felt like a bird trapped in a cage with no chance to flee but hell, I am Lily. I won't let these people clip my wings just like that! Again, I escaped our home and went to where people's desires are heard. The club is electric tonight. It was wild and very rowdy and my soul was happy seeing the neon lights dance at the whole club together with this sea of people. I want to forget my troubles for a while and just dance the night away, not worrying about what awaits me tomorrow.

The intoxicating primal needs of others, to be free and experience various kinds of pleasure; séx and drugs, the heat of the alcohol on your throat, the foreign cravings you never knew existed— I want those feelings.

Heck! I still have no experience in séx but if I am to marry someone whom I don't love then, might as well give in to a guy I'd find hot here in the club!

"Ria, have you found anything about him?"

I diverted my attention from my drink only to see my friend kissing a guy she brought to our table. Sighing, I drank the alcohol once. My face crumpled tasting how strong it was.

She looked in my direction. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"About Rayver," that came out as a whisper. I waved my hand, dismissing her.

I can't even use my gadget in our home because they cut the connection! I can only reach my friend through my old phone which was barely hanging. My father hasn't briefed me about that guy! But according to him, he is good.

I rolled my eyes. if he's not that rich— I'm sure he's only after our money. I can just talk to him and give him some, right? A trip overseas? I can sponsor him. As long as he convinces my father not to push through with his wily ideas then, we will be good.

Biting my lip, I poured another glass of liquor and decided not to think of anything about that chaotic arrange marriage and just chose to enjoy the night. So, I went to the dance floor and dance the night away, totally drunk until I felt someone touch my waist from behind. How I came about this idea for myself, I don't know. I just remember that after drinking shot after shot, getting dizzy with the lights, and dancing to the loud music, I found myself kissing the guy hoofing behind me earlier. And when he whispered we should go to some other place, I didn't hesitate any more and let him pull me away from the club.

I was firm with my decision to spend the night with him.

He's tall and very manly. His hair was longer than usual but it looked perfect with his sharp features. He looks dangerous with all these muscles and strength but I'm too intoxicated to even care about it anymore.

I am decided. Tonight will be my bachelorette party. If I cannot give my virginity to the man I love, then I will give myself to the man I will choose night... and I choose him. This man who's kissing me hungrily as if his life depends on it.

I giggled. I'm so drunk I didn't even ask for his name.

"What's so funny?"

"I think I'm drunk," I let out a chuckle.

He hummed. I could feel his callous hand underneath my shirt now, and the other one caressing my inner thigh. God, he feels warm.

His touch alone left me wanting for more of him. It burns my whole body yet I'm willing to be consumed by the fire that started to grow between us.

I'm drunk yet I could still see how beautiful he was when he stripped his clothes in front of me.

I giggled. "You're so beautiful..."

"Hmm," he started kissing my toes up to my thigh, stomach, then went down again to kiss me down there.

I moaned out loud as I felt his finger pulling in and out of my wetness. He reached for my lips and we shared a sloppy kisses. I played with his tongue as I pushed my body up to meet his thrust.

"You feel so f*****g wet," his voice was thick, rasps, and so pleasant to hear.

My legs shook at the sensation he was giving. It felt so good I no longer want him to stop but it’s too sensitive it’s impossible! I moaned louder with each thrust of his fingers.

"Ah..." I moaned. "Faster, I'm near."

I gripped tightly on his arms that my nails dug into his skin. His reached down to plant my neck with his wet kisses, down to my chest. I bit my lower lip when I felt his tongue on my nub, teasing me... playing with me. I closed my eyes as I felt him played with my nub. He sucked it alternately, lapped my skin until I threw my head back because of the upcoming pleasure.

Our breathings became rigged. I opened my eyes to look at him.

He looked up. "Are you on pill?" he asked and pulled out his finger.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm safe..."

"Good. I want to feel you skin to skin."

"Go on..."

He settled himself in between my legs. I wrapped my legs on his waist as he gets ready to enter me. He kissed my lips first before I felt a pang of pain as he slowly slid his member inside me.

I closed my eyes. This is what I've been missing for my whole life. This is my bachelorette party. The stranger, Rayver Clemente can take my father’s money but, he will not have my virginity. Never. Ever.