Chapter Twenty Six

He has left.

No

The entrance swung open.

"I've forgotten something."

"Wh.." He took hold of my hair and kissed my lips. All of a sudden, I feel frozen and numb. My lips were touched by warm, soft lips. The unexpected action reveals to me all-stars. My body begins to tremble terribly. He simply came and kissed me after these years of no one touching me.

"Ro."

"Open up, little one, so I can get in your mouth." Whoa, I learned something new from the words. When I opened my mouth to speak, his hold on me was firm. It's very captivating. I enjoy it.

I adore it.

He is devouring me. He still has a craving for me. With a violent kiss, he is demonstrating lunacy to me. He never allowed me to take the lead. I'm possessed by his lips. I desire more. I pull him in by wrapping my arms around his neck. He twisted my face in order to get a better position while tightening his hold.

"Yes, Rose." We continue to link and eat one another. He briefly opened my mouth to take a breath, but soon after, we started to burn. He came over and grabbed my behind firmly. He hits me, and I let out a gasp. He left my lips while panting slowly. We were breathing deeply when our eyes met.

"Don't arrive late." He bewildered me, I guess. My entire body was violently trembling. How did I behave? Returned his kiss. My gaze settles on the front-facing mirror. With his kiss, my lips began to swell, and my skin began to sparkle like a sheen. Why did I allow him to abuse me like this? So, how did I lose control?

Is this lust, then?

Pleasure or passion

I'm now standing outside his room, two hours later. He provided the hotel address to me. I tried calling every number after he left, including my former coffee shop supervisor, but he wouldn't give me any information. I already sold my parents' possessions to make a living, but I forgot that my hands were empty when I arrived here, and they are still empty. Might I ask Jessie? Which loan do I accept? How could he possibly have such an opinion? My marriage did not go as I had hoped. He either abandoned me or was taken away. In him, I see the old Laura. What if I were to tell him the reality?

No

I'm now attempting to come up with something to stop him, because the man he is now is not my Ronald. He was never mine. I inhale deeply and raise my hand to knock.

"I know you're outside, Rose, but come in." I immediately halted when the room's strong voice was heard. How did he find out? I entered by slowly turning the handle. Because of the view I'm taking in in front of me, my foot stops once more. It's the largest room I've ever seen, and it's so gorgeous. King-sized bed, as well as heavenly floor and wall decorations. He's seated like the devil in a chair, and I turn my attention there. His face was smirking wryly and jocularly.

"Rose, what has altered your mind? Your passion or my kiss?"

"I'm ready for this to be over as quickly as possible." Our heat, or the heat in the room, is very magnetic. There is a force bringing us together. He is still wearing business attire, but his disheveled hair makes him look so ruggedly gorgeous. Rose, halt at once. He is not yours.

"I'm sorry to let you down, but..." His lips briefly touched my ear as he drew nearer, sending a chill down my spine. Something happened between my legs as warm air touched my neck.

Which is that?

"You have to stay with me. The entire night is now mine, and I can't wait to get intimate with you." He nibbled my skin as I clutched my wallet in my fist. How come I'm here? Is this what I desire? Indeed, no one has ever touched me or felt like he did when he gave me a kiss. After that occurrence, I was terrified, but now my worst fear is risk. I'm prepared to put myself to the test once more.

In danger

In lust

In a joy

"I've fucked a lot of girls, but ever since I saw you for the first time in my office wearing a sharp suit, you've been on my mind." he said. When he continued to linger his lips on mine, passion filled my eyes. His contact caused a response in my body.

"I really want you, Rose. I had informed you before we started because I am unable to control myself." He steps backward. His once-green eyes turned black.

"Now it's you, and occasionally I become wild in bed and lose control. Keep in mind the moment you touched me and how I arrived two minutes later." What makes me forget? He frequently entered my room while everyone was fast asleep. In bed, we can sense each other. Our lips and hands never stop moving. He broke me down for him.

"I... I have two conditions."

"Accepted."

What?

"At least hear what I have to say once." My gaze lands on his hands as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm listening, so continue." My breath altered from being slow to being quick as his hands traveled across his shirt.

"I need to be paid twice." He finishes taking off his shirt and notices that I am looking at him.

"Okay, next."

"Can we do this in the dark? I don't like light." My breath catches as his hands come to a standstill. We fell silent.

"Fine." When he turned out the light, I was enveloped in total darkness. Everything abruptly changes. The moonlight feels to me like the heat of a fire, and my entire body begins to burn. My head was buzzing from the scream. My heart was racing more quickly after that. Everyone was shouting in the crowd. My chest suddenly felt like it had been stabbed by a dagger. Someone must halt that. They're coming after me once more. I believed I was secure, but blood was all over my hands. Please stop, and...

"Strip."

"Huh?"

"Rose, I said strip."

I carefully undressed as my trembling hands groped over my garments. I can feel his eyes on me as I stand in less clothing. He isn't observing me. The rose is really hidden. Suppose he did see me.

The genuine.

Ugly and hurt

"You're a stunning Rose." He doesn't see me. A burst of laughter starts and then ends.

"What's humorous about this, Rose?" Since you are the idiot who thinks I am gorgeous, your Rose is now ugly and worthless.

"Nothing." I'm tightening my fist to stop him as he takes a step. I'm off-limits to him. What if he feels me? What if he touched my skin and recognized my damaged fear and shattered soul? Up until I felt his step approaching and his hand reaching for me, a pinch-hard, dark cloud surrounded me. He's on his way.

He suddenly arrived so quickly and laid his hand on my chest. The entire world halted for me. My normally warm physique was freezing and numb. Slowly, a colorful light emanating from the fog covers everything. There are colors all around me. Colors of pleasure and love. He helped me lay down by picking me up by my ass with both hands.

"Rose, I adore your scent. Fresh and fragrant." When our eyes met, everything for me changed. His eyes are now the same color as my terror.

Dark

Dark

I can't breathe.

"Are you prepared for exact revenge?" He beams a devilish grin. No

You never know when it's you who needs to make restitution. Now it's occurring. a first for me. Girls in college discuss their initial experiences. Before turning eighteen, someone lost her virginity. She likes to snuggle after sex, which makes them blush. We've never had sex, yet Ronald still holds me every night. When I caught him, he had, but now he plays the game. He simply causes harm to people, and I am his next victim.

"Just go ahead, Ronald." He never gives me a lips-to-lips kiss. None at all. Simply place his hand along my stomach. But after that, he kissed my stomach while lowering his face. Whoa, what is that?

"Ron.."

"That still appeals to you. When you stop breathing and gasp, God, I adore it." I startle as I feel something warm and moist on my stomach. Why is he even doing that? When I looked over, he was licking my stomach. My lips immediately let out a loud moan, which surprised me. How did that occur? Why am I experiencing such joy?

"Rose, keep whining. I'd like to hear from you. I was sorely missing this." He approached and took my hand. My skin was caressed by his strong chest. He has an extremely fantastic body. He kept kissing me till he nipped my neck.

"Rose."

"Hmm.."

"Your skin." My eyes quickly closed. I am certain that he noticed me.

"Wh... what?" His mouth briefly halted when it touched my chest.

"Very plush, like velvet." Thank God, but I soon saw that he wasn't touching me. What in the world is he doing? Why didn't he just fuck me? He simply grabbed my underwear and tossed it to the side. When I hear something, my breathing becomes increasingly rapid. A packet voice, that is. Indeed, I did forget it was a condom. We are no longer the same. Couples no longer feel anything. He's not actually attempting to touch me. Am I really so useless or dirty? He gives me the sluts' vibe. I still recall the night we spent cuddling, touching each other constantly. I always look forward to his coming to kiss and adore me on a chilly night.

"What are you contemplating?" He observed my weeping.

"You're not touching me."

"You are not deserving. Years ago, you forfeited your right." By merely nodding, I let him fuck me. Darkness surrounds us.

I closed my eyes and bit my cheek because I was lost. There will be pain. Be quiet when you say you're still a virgin and waiting for him. Without even pausing to think, he immediately pushed himself inside of me. I bite my lips firmly to end my scream. It hurts so much. He may have hurt me once more. I believe he physically broke me once again. He pushes inside again after pulling out, and I pass away. My eyes are tearing up like a hurricane. I can't even breathe, and my chest is burning. I'm currently sipping my blood.

"You feel so..."

Broken

Lost

He's not Ronald. He is Laura's son, and he seeks retribution. He squeezes me hard and quickly until my entire body is constricted internally. My life experienced a change. The discomfort turned into pleasure. I pull him in close while wailing and moaning, and he buries his face in my neck. I assured him quietly that everything would be fine, not just for one night but for the rest of his life.

What is this thing called gentleness? Does he even give a damn about how I'm feeling? Females want their first experience to be tender, passionate, and full of love. For once, I want his arms to be around me. For once, hold me and squelch my concerns, yet nothing happened. I'm letting my tears fall while managing my agony.

"Don't even dare to come; remember, it's for me and not you." What?

"It's unbelievable, Ronald. How can I prevent myself from declining?" He gives me a severe asslap. More exists.

"It's not my problem. it's yours." His panting voice appears more belligerent. He is definitely on the verge of breaking due to my severe trembling.

"R.."

"Don't."

"Please, Ronald." Why could he?

"Rose, you pay me."

"How?"

"As in this." He pushed like a hulk with a groan, and I felt something warm go through me. Which is that? Not at all. Without me, he came. He doesn't give a damn about me. What happens when he uses me for sex? My scream tore through all the walls as he jerked away with a yank. I only feel numb and sore. He rises and reaches for his wallet.

"Take it and leave." He threw some money in my direction before leaving. I stayed there for two minutes while watching the outdoors to feel the vigor that propelled me out of bed. I gathered the cash, dressed myself, and started to walk away. My initial step appears to be a weight on the ground. He paid me to multiply. The only thing that keeps us together every night is money.

I forced myself out of his room carefully, looking into his green eyes. I continued to walk until my feet were in excruciating pain since I couldn't see with my foggy eyes. I really lost my self-respect today. I demonstrated today that I'm not a slut, as some claim.

I exchanged my love.

I take a shower and go to bed after getting home. I was hurt and broken, and I fell asleep. Yet every time I closed my eyes, Ronald's face appeared and plagued me. He is now my new fear. My entire life changed the moment I first saw him, yet I'm such an idiot. I believed he could keep me safe, but who would defend me from him?

No one