C71 Nothing But A Mistake

Annabelle woke tangled up in soft sheets and a delicious scent teasing her nostrils.

She turned over in bed to smile at Cathy.

She frowned slightly when she saw that her sister was not beside her.

“The sheet is wrong,” she thought groggily.

Turned her head and frowned at the bedside lamp. “Also wrong,”

She stretched, and her hand froze midway, and her mouth gaped open as her eyes met the ferocious ones of the lion.

Annabelle closed her eyes and opened them to the roaring lion art on the ceiling.

Her heart thumped as she realised something else.

She was naked!

Naked and twisted in his sheets!

Annabelle’s memories rushed back as she held her hands to her face and groaned. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“How could…argh” she groaned as she remembered how she had willingly given herself to him.

She remembered how many times he had given her the chance to leave, but she had stayed.

“Please, teach me.” Her words the night before were whispered through her mind to taunt her.

She remembered how many things he had taught and how many things she had done boldly.

They had been at it all night, and she had only fallen asleep towards dawn.

“And here I am alone in his bed,” she thought in sudden self-anger.

Her face flamed with shame as she imagined him looking down at her naked, vanquished body sprawled in his bed as he went about with his day.

“What have I done?” she crooned as she suddenly wondered if he had left the estate already.

“Great, just great!” she mumbled angrily as she quickly jerked off the bed.

Her legs got tangled up in the sheet, and she fell on her naked butt on the other side of the bed.

“Just perfect. You fool,” she thought angrily as she imagined that he had left already.

“One chance. You got just one chance to get him to fulfil his promise. And what did you do? You let him screw your brains out without asking him a thing!” she yelled as she threw the offensive sheet aside.

“Afraid of men? Yeah, right. You certainly weren’t afraid last night when you rode him like his obedient slut!”

Tears tinged her eyes as she looked around desperately for her clothes.

She swiped at her eyes and tried to calm down so she could get out of that room as fast as possible.

She really wished he was still on the estate.

She wished she was a heavy drinker who had done what he did when intoxicated and woke up this morning without any memory of it at all.

But she sure wasn’t, and the memory was not just imprinted on her mind alone, it was stamped all over her sore body in hickeys and his damn scent.

“Didn’t he say something about stamps last night? He must be so proud of himself right now,” she thought as she dragged her hair back away from her face and tied it into a messy bun.

The sight of her jutting breast in his diamond-edged mirror only made her guilt increase.

She had promised Cathy she would kiss her goodnight and then jumped right into the bed of the man who didn’t fulfil his promise to them.

She scoffed as she finally saw her clothes scattered far from the bed.

Her insides hummed as she remembered how he had ripped them off her.

“He likes you because of her.”

A groan tore out of her throat at the thought of how she had embarrassed herself.

He probably didn’t even see her when he was pumping himself into her.

He saw the face of his dead wife as she made a total fool of herself.

She unconsciously looked around to see a picture of the woman she supposedly looked like.

“Get your shit together, Anna.” she scolded herself when she realised what she was doing.

Her cheeks flamed as she remembered how he had ripped the panties off her and her shameless moan as he ravaged her body.

She quickly put on her skirt while looking around for her panties.

She saw the panties hanging on the bedside lamp, and she walked towards it in embarrassment while tucking her hands into her top.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and she automatically screamed as Dante walked in dripping wet and naked.

She quickly turned around and yelled, “Have some decency for God’s sake.”

She hated the way her body reacted to his amused chuckle even as he said, “Really? Do we still need this drama between us?”

When she kept her face turned away and said nothing, he added, “Do I need to remind you of how you couldn’t get enou…”

“Just shut up,” she snapped at him.

To prove to him and her betrayed body that she could handle him, she turned around to face him.

Her eyes went to his hard dick and her words died in her throat as she saw his hardened, deliciously wet dick.

“How can he even be hard right now?” she wondered fleetingly before she jerked her eyes to his face.

Oh, she hated the smug look on his face.

She scowled at him and folded her hands as she said, “Get over yourself. What happened between us was nothing but a mistake. Now you…”

“If I didn’t know you were lying, I would be bending you over right now to show you just how much of a mistake it was.”

“You…”

“I know you are too smart to think any man would dare to claim you again after last night, or should I say this morning? Well, you couldn’t get enough of me so much that I lost count.”

Annabelle’s blood boiled, and she just wanted to wipe that smugness off his face so badly.

“I don’t…”

“I told you there would be no going back. You are mine now. Get used to it.”

“Get used to it? Get used to it?”

She stalked towards him as fury clouded her vision.

She drilled her finger into his hard chest while saying, “I belong to no one. Especially not you. I am my own person, you asshole,”

“Asshole,” he muttered with a grin that should have made her back up, but she was too angry to yield.

“Yea, my dick would be more than happy to remind your hole who owns that honeypot,” he said in a way that she felt goose bumps raced over her body.

As if compelled by his words, her eyes automatically went to his dick, and she could see that it was fully aroused and almost touching the front of her skirt.

Damn it!

Her instantaneous body reaction was to do something about it.

Before her body could betray her, she turned to leave.

She had not taken more than a step when she squeaked as her back landed against a very firm, cool, yet hot body.

His heat seeped through her top as his dick poked her butt.

“No, you don’t. You have woken the dragon, and now you must tame it.”

The images that sprang up in her mind immediately made her feverish and she said in a quaking tone, “I… I don’t have to do anything. Let me…”

Her words died in her throat as she swung her around and gave her a consuming kiss.

Annabelle was struggling for breath and trying to hold on to the slippery control she had over her body.

It was as if her body now listened to him more than her.

She blanched when he lifted her, and she felt his dick poke her thigh.

“Oh, no, no, no.” She thought desperately while shaking her head in tandem.

She knew she would be lost to her betraying passion very soon as she felt her body move against his dick as he carried her towards the nearest wall.

In desperation, she reached for his dick, ignored its hotness against her tumbling hands and gave it a sharp twist.

She took him by surprise, and he doubled over while still holding on to her.

She quickly used one of Angelo’s escape tactics on him and ran for the door before he could recover.

She ignored the eyes of his men standing guard as she remembered the important thing she still had to say.

She quickly opened the door again, peeked around it and quickly said, “I need to talk to you about Stoneraine. I will wait all day outside if I have to. We must talk.” she said hurriedly.

When he straightened with an intent look on his face, she quickly shut the door and ran.

The reminder of her red panties on the lamp like a pendulum made her groan beneath her breath.

She didn’t stop running until she was in front of her suite.