SINFULLY YOURS

Chapter 44: Chapter 44. Have To Wait.

Chapter 44. Have To Wait.

”Holy fucking shit!”

Her voice echoed all over the room. Her face instantly heated. The sharp sound of her hand smacking against her face filled his ears while he stood frozen, staring at her, his eyes wide, his hand still wrapped around her waist.

He saw the way she began to tremble. For a brief moment, she forgot that her bra was unclasped. It slipped, about to fall, but her elbow instantly caught up with it quickly. Her brain was scrambled, a mix of fear and embarrassment.

Oh my God!

He saw the way her lips vibrated, the way they shivered, the redness that colored her face. He stood still, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched her.

”Please cover up,” she said quickly.

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side, shaking his head. ”Seriously, why are you acting like a child?” he asked.

She scoffed. ”Are you kidding me? How the fuck am I acting like a child? You are naked right now!” she exclaimed.

”And so?” he asked. ”What? You haven’t seen a naked boy before?” he asked.

”This is not a joke, Mr. Don,” she said.

”Well, it sounds like it is to me, because everything that happened here right now was just one basic big mistake. It happens around adults every time. We just have to be mature enough to, you know, follow through with it and act as though nothing happened. But look at you, already making it a big deal. Your face already heated up. Why are you covering your face?” he asked.

”Because I do not want to see what my eyes can’t contain,” she said.

PFFT.

He chuckled, unable to keep down the warmth that flooded his chest and the laughter that was slowly erupting out of him. ”Really?” he asked. ”What do you mean? What do you mean by ’what your eyes cannot contain’?” he asked.

”You know it. Stop asking me questions. Please, just cover yourself up,” she said.

”How do you know I haven’t covered myself up already?” he asked.

She flinched.

”Does that mean you’re actually peeking at me?” He asked .

”Shut up!” She exclaimed.

He chuckled, unable to stop the widening of his lips.

”Please.”

He stepped even closer. ”Why are you shy?” he asked.

”Mr. Don,” she called out loud.

”Is this how you reacted when you got entangled with Mac last semester?”

She flinched. She was silent for a while. He kept smiling, looking down at her.

”Did you seriously have to bring that up right now?” she asked.

He chuckled. ”I didn’t mean to bring it up to make you feel bad,” he said. ”I understand you were being taken advantage of, and I’m not making jest of you for it. I’m just teasing you,” he said, leaning in close and whispering into her ear.

She brought her hands down, but he saw that her eyes were closed tightly. She slapped her palms against his chest. ”If I knew you were like this, goodness me, I wouldn’t have even tried to interact with you in the first place. You’re a bloody pervert,” she said, slapping her hands continuously against his chest.

He flinched, jerking at intervals, but he didn’t move. He just stared at her, smiling, noticing the redness in her cheeks, the marks that crisscrossed the corners of her eyes as she kept her eyes tight, and the grimace on her face as she struggled to keep her elbows tight against her bra to keep it on her body. Her alertness is really, really amazing, he thought to himself.

All of a sudden, he grabbed her hands and pulled her briefly. ”But I don’t want to cover up,” he cooed all of a sudden.

She lost her grip on her bra, and it fell to the ground.

”Fuck!” she squeaked and instantly hugged herself, turning around with her face to the wall.

PFFT.

He snickered and then turned around, covering his mouth quickly.

”Pervert!” she screamed.

He chuckled. ”You have said that word countless times. You have to—”

”Pervert!” she interrupted him again.

This time he couldn’t help it. He erupted. He threw his head backward, bursting out in laughter, shaking his head.

He stepped closer and she felt something solid press against her hips. Her eyes widened. She gasped.

Oh my God! she groaned internally. What the hell am I feeling behind me? she thought. She shook her head quickly. Her head felt like it had erupted in flames. Oh my God!

She heard him groan behind her.

”Shit!” she whispered. Fuck! Is he so hard right now? she thought to herself. What the hell?

She heard him chuckle.

”Mr. Don,” she called out.

”Yes, Rosa?” he replied.

”Please, I want you to tell me that what is going on right now is all in my head,” she said. ”I want you to promise me that I am seriously imagining this.”

”What?” he asked.

”Are you—are you seriously hard right now?” she asked.

He chuckled. ”What do you think?” he asked.

”This is not a joke,” she snapped.

”I’m not joking,” he replied.

”Oh my God,” she groaned and stepped forward. ”I need you to leave,” she said.

He stepped even closer, trapping her against the wall, pressing himself up against her. The heat that flooded her made her jerk. She felt the rigidness of his abs and his chest pressed against her back. She felt his firmness rub against the line between her ass cheeks, and she flinched. Her eyelids fluttered.

He chuckled.

His hands trailed against her stomach, wrapping around her from behind as he leaned his head down toward her ear. ”How does it make you feel?” he asked.

Her eyelids fluttered. Oh my fucking God, she thought to herself, staring at the wall, still using her hands to hide her chest.

There is no way, she thought. Mr. Don, my uncle, is not seriously standing behind me right now, naked, fucking teasing me.

Her lips shook. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Words totally failed her at this point. She felt him press his body against her, grinding himself down until a molten heat blistered in her stomach.

Her lips trembled. ”Mr. Mr. Mr. Don,” she stammered.

He chuckled. ”You have not told me how it’s making you feel,” he said.

She swallowed hard. ”This is inappropriate,” she said.

He chuckled. ”What do you think?”

She felt his hand slowly trace against her belly button. Her knees suddenly felt weak. His hand moved upward, tracing the line of her stomach up toward her chest. She felt his fingers brush against her arm that was wrapped around her exposed boobs. His hand slid underneath, brushed the sensitive skin of the underside of her boobs, and her head involuntarily tilted to the side.

The atmosphere suddenly simmered. It felt way to hot for comfort.

Lord, she thought. What the hell am I feeling right now?

She felt his warm breath against the side of her face as he brushed his lips against her earlobe. ”Do you feel it?” he asked, his voice warm, raspy, deep, rumbling, and so fucking soft.

She didn’t know how her eyes closed.

”It’s what you’re doing to me,” he continued.

Oh. My. God, she thought to herself.

His breath was a little bit rough, like he was struggling to catch his breath. He pressed himself even harder against her.

”Oh my God,” he whispered against her ear. ”I have missed this so much,” he said. ”I have missed it so bad. I’ve missed you,” he continued, ”the warmth of your body, everything about you.”

Rosa couldn’t even think right now. A sharp, piercing heat—one she couldn’t decipher, pulled in, dangerously sharp in her core. Her lips shook. She trembled, shivering in his arms as he held her tightly against himself, tracing his warm, soft lips against her ear. Her eyes closed. She tilted her head to the side, as if granting him more access.

His lips traced down toward her neck and planted a slight peck.

”God,” he groaned against her neck. ”I’m not supposed to be doing this. I’m not supposed to be instigating this. I don’t want the cycle to start all over again. It’s going to be really dangerous. But I just can’t stand you,” he whispered. ”I can’t help myself when I’m around you. I can’t think when I’m around you. I just can’t help but want you, and it’s fucking driving me mad.”

The sensations that were coursing through her nerves made it hard for her to register the words he was whispering to her. She didn’t know how her hands slid down from her chest. She felt his right hand instantly move up, groping and squeezing her right boob. She tilted her head back, arching her back against his shoulder as he squeezed.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

”Fuck,” he groaned against her neck. ”Oh, shit.”

He sniffed. Her scent spiked through his nostrils, hitting that nerve in his mind, allowing him to register that addictive scent that had plaqued his memory for a very, very long time. He shivered, feeling her curves around him.

”Oh my God,” he groaned. ”Rosa,” he cried out.

He clenched his fist tightly. What the fuck are you doing, Don?

He looked at her like he was suddenly snapping out of his daze. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back against his shoulder, the taut sharpness of her peaks registered in his mind. The warm softness of her skin in his hands.

Shit, he thought to himself. He was starting it again. He should stop. He should stop before it gets too deep. He should quit it. She is not in her right senses right now. Her essence and her soul are recognizing this, not her. Don’t awaken it, he thought.

He swallowed hard and quickly pulled away from her, as fast as possible.

Rosa flinched, her eyes snapping open. She looked around, blinking. She turned around and saw Don standing before her, gazing at her, eyes wide, panting hard as if he were struggling to catch his breath.

Her consciousness finally registered back in her mind, and the memories of the last few minutes hit her square. Her eyes widened. ”Fuck!” she cried out loud.

She quickly bent down, picked up her bra, and wrapped it around herself, struggling her best to clasp it. What the hell just happened? she thought. It felt like I had spaced out. I can’t remember... I can’t remember what happened after Mr. Don hugged me from behind, she thought.

Her lips trembled as she quickly turned her head to the side. ”Please go,” she said.

He didn’t hesitate this time. He bent down, picked up his towel, and wrapped himself quickly. Within the next few seconds, he was out of the room.

Rosa rushed toward the door, slammed it shut with every bit of strength within her, and then pressed her forehead against it. Oh my good Lord. What the hell was that? she thought to herself, her lips trembling.

Something tugged against her mind. She closed her eyes. The image flashed in her mind: Mr. Don hugging her tightly from behind. Then, all of a sudden, darkness, like there was a blank space in her memory that she couldn’t really pinpoint. She leaned against the door with both of her hands. What the hell was that? she thought.

Don stood right in front of her door, staring at it, clenching and unclenching his fists tightly, a crease in his forehead.

You are stupid, Don, he thought to himself. So freaking stupid. This was not supposed to happen again. If you really claim that you care and love her so much, you are not supposed to be instigating this. You’re supposed to be avoiding it. You’re supposed to be keeping her at arm’s length. Why the hell did you have to lose yourself this much?

He closed his eyes tight, straining his neck and stretching it down just to relieve himself. ”Oh God,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. I am endangering her.

He shook his head rapidly. I have to stop. She can’t develop these feelings for me again. It can’t happen again.

He turned around toward the far stretch of the corridor, making his way toward the staircase. It hurts, I know, he thought to himself, but you can’t help it. If you don’t want the danger of the last time to happen, you just have to avoid it.

All of a sudden, he froze when something instantly registering in his mind. He closed his eyes tight. Great. Now I forgot to ask her about Tim.

He turned back toward the door, but it was already too late.

He sighed. I will just have to wait for her.