“I only just got rid of Charles Peters and now there’s Andrew Clifford,” Waylen thinks bitterly, “Leilani’s capability to cuckold me really takes me by surprise.”
“Sir, Mr. Clifford is currently in an unfit state,” Robert said reassuringly, “It seems he has a significant wound on his chest. So he can’t do anything uhh unusual with Mrs. Bamford.”
“I don’t need you to remind me,” Waylen snarls.
Waylen is livid. He knows that there are no limits to a man’s s.e.x.u.a.l desire, and he knows that Leilani has a special ability to arouse desire. He has seen a fair share of men who would do anything to get a woman into their beds even if that meant risking their own health.
He enters Leilani’s dorm room and hears the sound of the shower. Leilani hears her door opening and soon sees Waylen staring at her in the shower with a burning desire in his eyes. Through the clear, plastic shower curtain, Leilani watches the proud Waylen walked toward her slowly and deliberately. He leans against the bathroom door his fire in his eyes.
“How did you get in?” she asks cooly.
Her strength is almost exhausted from the battle with the lion and her argument with Andrew. She just wanted to enjoy a nice hot shower before dealing with anything else. Waylen turned up faster than she imagined.
Waylen comes to a few steps closer, “I do as I like.”
“Don’t come any closer,” Leilani warns.
She grabs a bath towel to cover her body because the desire in Waylen’s eyes scares her.
“I like that modesty,” Waylen says hungrily, “After we’ve done it so many times, you’re still as coy as a v.i.r.g.i.n.”
“I’m quite the opposite,” Leilani says as she tucks the towel tightly, “I hate the way you are. No matter how many women you’ve been with, you insist on being a hypocrite, acting as if every time is the first time.”
Waylen grabs Leilani and pulls her to him
“I’ve only been with you, and you alone,” he says intently.
“Aren’t you worried your pants are on fire?” Leilani asks mockingly.
She pushes him away and turns the shower off, but he grabs her ferociously. The evening has not gone according to his plan. He wanted to use Lisa to make Leilani jealous, but instead, he finds himself pissed off by her interaction with Andrew Clifford.
The moment he saw her in the shower in one piece he felt his anger evaporate into the air. Now all he wants it to be nice to her and make it up to her.
“You smell nice,” he murmurs.
He lowers his head to her neck and deeply inhales the scent of her body. Leilani lifts her foot aiming for his groin, but Waylen grabs her leg instead and wrapped it around his waist. Waylen holds her tightly. He can’t wait to remove her towel and caress her b.r.e.a.s.ts.
“Are you still mad at me?” Waylen asks.
He tilts her chin upwards and lowers his head to kiss her.
“Why would I be mad?” she asks, “On the contrary, I’m glad to see someone sharing the burden with me. I’ve been dreaming of the day when you’ll finally replace me for years.”
“You’re mad at me,” Waylen says accusingly.
He lowers his head to rub his stubble against Leilani’s shoulder as a punishment. “Does that mean you care for me?” he asks in a hoarse voice.
“I’ve told you I don’t. Do you need me to remind you that we’re parting on good terms in six months? I’d hardly get jealous over you preparing some backups.”
“You’re being deliberately difficult, aren’t you?” Waylen asks roughly.
Leilani’s comments annoy Waylen so much that he suddenly presses Leilani’s shoulder tightly to the wall.
“You know we’re still legally married for six months, and I have to remind you that you’re still my wife for every single day and night of those six months.”
He removes Leilani’s towel, adjusts her leg around his waist, unzipped his trousers and prepares to take her against the wall. Leilani felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Lisa spending time with Waylen, of her hands wandering all over Waylen’s. The thought made her feel a jealous desire for Waylen, and that jealous desire scares her. She tries as hard as she can to push him away and prevent him from kissing her. Waylen thrusts wildly toward her, but she squirms and he misses her.
In the heat of the moment, she grabs a lotion bottle to hit him. Then she pushes him away to run from the bathroom. She is in a hurry and the floor is slippery and she falls down hard. Despite the pain, she struggles to get up. Before she can climb to her feet, Waylen grabs her and throws her onto the bed.
The small bed starts to shake; it can’t bear the weight of both of them. Waylen opens his shirt, revealing his robust chest and the gauze on the wounds on his back.
“How odd that Waylen still has this unstoppable beastly desire even after suffering such a terrible injury,” Leilani thinks.
“Get your dirty hands off me!”
Leilani coils her legs against Waylen’s chest, but she doesn’t use much force because of his back wound. It’s easy for Waylen to grab her wildly waving hands. He holds her tightly and his familiar smell envelops her. Gently, he kisses every inch of her body.
Leilani was prepared for rough s.e.x, but Waylen’s gentleness surprises her and makes her melt. He is as tender as if he’s cherishing a priceless and fragile treasure. His eyes are soft too as he caresses her wet hair and gently kisses her forehead and cheek. He knows she doesn’t love him, but it doesn’t stop him from loving her.
“So what if she doesn’t love me back? I already gave her my heart,” he thinks,
“Nothing will stop me from loving her and trying to get inside her world.”
Faint light comes in through the gaps in the curtains the next morning. Leilani feels like she’s been thrown in the washing machine and tossed around over and over. Every muscle in her body aches, but the pain gives her a secret shiver of pleasure.
Leilani opens her eyes and looks at the man on top of her. The bed is too small for both of them to lie side by side and Waylen is a big man. She looks at Waylen and examines his thick eyebrows, profound complexion, and determined lips, and wonders if he’s even more handsome in sleep than he is when he’s awake. It’s the first time in a long time that Leilani has paid so much attention to his appearance.
“There’s no denying that his face is impeccable,” Leilani thinks, “He may be one of God’s finest sculptures.”
She squirms beneath him to push him away, and her movement arouses a response from a particular part of his body. He’s practically inside her as he sleeps.
“That’s shameless!” Leilani thinks.
Leilani tries as hard as she can to push him off, but he’s too heavy. She can’t help wondering what miracle prevented him from completely flattening her in his sleep. Leilani has no choice but to grab a handful of her hair and skim it over his neck and chest to tickle him.
Waylen frowns and scratches at the ticklish spots in his sleep. Leilani tickles the same spots again. Waylen rolls onto his side to avoid the tickling, but the bed is too small and half his body falls out of the bed.
Leilani looks at the bandages on his back and wonders how he managed to make love to her so many times with such serious injuries.
“Get up!” Leilani says, “You’re falling.”
Leilani mischievously wants to kick Waylen off the bed, but she’s worried he’ll hurt his back if he falls. She feels annoyed because she’d kick him down if he didn’t incur the wounds while protecting her.
“I won’t fall if you don’t move,” Waylen says, suddenly wide awake.
He holds her tightly and rolls her underneath him. It amazes Leilani that he gets even harder as he slips inside her. Leilani turns livid.
“How can Waylen be so shameless?” she thinks.
“I’m hungry,” she complains.
“Me too,” Waylen says seductively, “How about dessert before breakfast?”
“Waylen Bamford, get off me!”
Leilani feels like Waylen is driving her to the edge. She hates the way her body is reacting to him and she hates his arrogance. She wishes she had her ring with her so she could poke him until he lost his erection or fainted again.
“I can’t unless you open your mouth down there,” Waylen says in a good mood. He thrusts gently and lowers his head kiss her above her eyes, “She’s not ready for me to leave yet and bites me so hard.”
Leilani blushes. She was almost devoured by a lion yesterday but Waylen seems to be traumatized one. He seems to have turned brazen and unrecognizable.
“That’s too filthy of you,” Leilani objects, “Besides I already gave the room key to Miss Lisa, and it’s not gentlemanly to stand her up.”
Leilani’s voice is serious, but she turns her face to the side to avoid looking at him. Her self-control is tenuous and she doesn’t want to lose it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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