Chapter 25: Chapter 25

I gaze at the ceiling, my heart beating like a drum. My internal parts tumble, and my inner part between my legs is sore. I gradually looked down at the man gently resting on my stomach. His arms are resting over my right breast, measuring it like a bra. I breathed out an overwhelming sigh at that point played with his hair, dumbfounded.

His words are playing inside my head, like rehashed verses I have listened to from a song. Although, it’s clear what he is relating, still, I can’t acknowledge it. I have my reasons. A casualty and executioner don’t go along. Even though he set me free and chose to let me live my life, that doesn’t mean something is going on between us.

I have questions. A lot of them, actually. Why? Why me? Why all of a sudden? Is he for real? Isn’t he joking? A cold-heartless murderer like him? I don’t want to judge since I don’t know his story. He’s hard to read. I know he has a lot of something under his sleeve. That’s something I can’t trust.

It’s unreal and odd. I know we had sex numerous times, even to this day. Why am I letting him rule my body? Take it? Possess it? It’s since I’m still frightened to fight back to him. I know what my words were, but the minute I bolted between his blasting eyes, it was like, as in the case I am cage and detained interior a cell—locked up with thick bars, wrist bindings on arms and feet. He cast a spell on me with his wicked ways.

What am I even saying? I have the right to push him away. I have my opportunity to leave him alone, even if he chases after me. I can effectively say I don’t have any mutual feelings towards him. But the question is, why can’t I leave him? I don’t know. I’m not even beyond any doubt to my answer. Either way, I should go with the flow and see whatever will happen.

Even something is telling me don’t do it.

I fell asleep, and the minute I woke up, Ethan wasn’t around within the area this time. I take my minute to urge up and extend my arms while yawning. When my soul was back at my body after pondering how many hours while I was resting, I stood up. I was scratching my head when I paused for a minute, squinting. Hold up, and this can be Nathan’s room. How did we get here? Did I time travel or something? I gape at the divider. Why didn’t I wake up? Or probably because my body is tired, and I doze off.

“Good afternoon.”

I let out a shriek and bounced in my spot when I heard his low and rough voice behind me. I saw Ethan leaning against the door outline. Arms are crossed, his left brow is raising at me, and his lips are shaped in a thin line. He looks perturbed. Well, he always seems incensed. This time, as if he caught somebody, he was sneaking away.

I faked a coughed. This can be ungainly. What am I going to say to him? After what happened recently? After our contention? He’s holding up for me to say something since he tilts his head a little and squints his lashes are flaunting. The demons in my stomach are battling and cursing at each other. I suddenly don’t have any thoughts about who I am and why I am here in the first place. What’s the name of my guardians again?

He abruptly traverses the space between us. My adrenaline kicked in, and I thought he would do something to me, so I secured my head and bowed down. I closed my eyes tight, my body trembling. I expected for a minute, anticipating he would do something to me. I felt his hands on my head. I flinch. He’s going to anguish me with his enormous claws. But as I waited for a minute, nothing happened. Instead, I felt a gentle pat.

I open my eyes. He’s patting my head?

“What are you doing?” he curiously asked.

I swallow at that point look up at him. He looks so tall at this point. He’s like a tower in a city. I yelped when he held both of my shoulders and lifted me without sweating. I was still looking up to him even when I stood up. He let go of me, not breaking eye contact. I took a deep breath then smiled at him, though I looked constipated.

“I was just….” I’m finding an excuse to say something, but I was caught off guard when he held my right hand and played with my fingers. I noticed how immense his hand were compared to mine.

“Let’s take a shower together. We’re going out.”

Are we going out? What does he mean? His voice sounds so solemn, I don’t know on the off chance that he’s asking me out like going on a journey to have fun, or we’re going out since he will slaughter me? I shook my head. I’m overstating pieces of stuff again. He yanked me towards the bathroom then pummeled the entryway closed. Before I might even step up, he opened the shower then took off his shirt.

I stood frozen in my spot, expanding at his artistic piece. I couldn’t help my eyes to travel down to his torso and gaze flabbergasted at his tremendous member. I still couldn’t accept it could put that inside me. A woman can give birth to an infant, so my curiosity is settled. He looked at me from his bear then let out an enticing grin.

“Why aren’t you naked yet? Strip.” he demand.

I mean, do I have any other choice? Even if I don't do what he said, he will do it for me. I moaned then removed my clothes. It's just an oversize shirt anyway. From this point, I'm not humiliated if he's planning to see me stripping before him. He has seen it before. Even tasted but what's making me disquieted is that we're planning to take a shower together, again. I'm used to being alone in the washroom. Not with someone, especially to a man like him.

He scooped a little, giving me away when I joined him beneath the sprinkling of water. I know he’s observing me intently, but I couldn’t allow him the look he’s giving. I rub my head, letting my hair get drenched. When I was about to reach for the soap, he suddenly cupped my breast making me gasp. The water was running through my separated lips.

“E-ethan! What are you-”

“Shh…” he hushed me, then I felt his broad chest behind. His thing is poking. I think it’s even alive since it’s moving.

“Let me wash your body,” he whispered to my earlobe, then licked it. I felt his hands over my chest, massaging it with soap.

I can feel my cheeks are getting warmed, looking like a tomato. I bit my lip, controlling myself to moan when he squeezed my nipple. I know where this is heading, and I was not surprised when he pushed me on the wall and bent my hips. I was suddenly carried away by the sensation. I let him take over my body. My breasts reflex as he racks me behind. I closed my eyes and my curve my back as I cum. I was squirming and crying for pleasure. I look up, my eyes rolling back. He’s too great.

In the end, we didn’t even take a shower. We did it four times until I asked him to stop. He was frantic, but when he looked at my confront, he abruptly calmed down and just let me take a shower this time. While he was waiting outside the room, I was misplaced with my contemplation while scouring my legs. I forgot to ask him where we are going and why isn’t he at the University. It’s on weekdays. He was absent for this day.

It’s bizarre that he’s supposed to be learning and continue to act like his twin, but instead, he remained here for me. My heart did a flip, and my legs were debilitated. I pushed the thought within the pit of my mind. Once I was done, I wrapped the towel around my body then went out. I saw him holding up on the side bed, and his arms were crossed, gazing out of nowhere. When he heard me, I saw his ear move to my area then look at me. He all of a sudden stood up and strolled towards my way.

“You’ve been there for five minutes.” he impatiently said. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. Is he for real?

“Well, I’m done,” I said. His jaw moved then he gave me something. I looked down at his hands, looking at the dress he gave.

“I want to watch you wear it.” he requested me, then let go of the dress. I held it then inspected it. It’s a enchant, ruddy dress with a slit at its front. I swallow. I’m not genuinely affectionate about dresses like this. Where did he even get it from? I slowly looked at him behind the outfit and saw him waiting, and his jaw was moving. Even if I protested, he wouldn’t let me.

I bit my inner cheeks as I removed the towel from my body, letting it drop on the floor. I was about to put it when I noticed something was missing. I inquisitively look at Ethan, who raised his brow.

“Where’s the thong? Underwear? Or tube?” I asked one question after another.

He stares at me for a minute before his side lips curve up, plastering his delectable smirk.

“Who says you’re going to wear those?”