Zheme placed the empty dishes into the sink before turning to face Lexie. It was now dark outside, the breeze cold against his skin, lifting every tiny hair that protruded from his pores.
He was sleepy, eyes droopy after having to deal with Lexie's attitude, his presentation and cooking, yet it seems, Lexie was as lively as a kid who just ate sweets.
She was glaring daggers at him, her eyes seeming like a threat that could slice him into nothing, but he wasn't scared, instead, a smirk twitched at the left corner of his lips and a sudden vigour ran along the strings of his heart. "Why are you glaring at me?"
Lexie shrugged, eyes narrowing even more. "Don't I always?"
"Yes, but not with such intensity."
"Well today, I happen to hate you more."
Hate...
That one word took away his vigour and replaced it with a lugubrious feeling
†★ Lexie grabbed at his hand, stopping him from going any further. Her pride was buried under her feet now and only her arousal stood at the forefront of her mind. "P-please," she begged. "Don't do this to me again, just touch me...please." With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Zheme hauled his hand from her grasp. "I have no time for this, I have work tomorrow and I'm tired." Those words sliced through Lexie's heart, completely shattering it and her lips quivered in a fight against her pride. She wanted to again beg, only this time, she wanted to bend down on both knees and utter nothing but words of desperation. But as always, her pride stopped her from embarrassing herself any further and instead reminded her of something she'd rather want to forget. Something that happened once, but it managed to damage her beyond repai
Lexie could hardly breathe, legs shaking, heart racing. She was lost in bliss. His finger was working magic, just like it always did and with every circular movement it made, the buildup to her explosion was nearing. A breathy moan, one ragged and heavy slipped pass her lips when his finger slid down to her wetness and inside he inserted two digits. His fingers started to create fiction, sliding with slow strokes in and out and against her sensitive walls. It felt good, the pleasure, the little burn, it made her insides tingle and twitch. It was exotic too, the way he moved them and the way his red lips teased her neck, teeth biting roughly, tongue licking caressingly and lips kissing softly. She wish she could just stay in this moment forever or perhaps feel such a great pleasure everyday, but it seems wishes never came through because then was when he removed his thick, long fingers, sliding them over her c
†★ Mind blowing... Exotic... Out of this world... Was the only way Lexie could describe it. In that one moment she was living in a world with just him, her and the butterflies that still floated in satisfaction within her stomach. She had felt so free, so light and its so sad that such a blissful moment ended with her unable to walk. Her legs hadn't stopped quivering as yet and her heart had yet to stop racing too. She felt tired and sleepy, her blue eyes droopy as she rested her head against his muscular chest. Zheme's dark, obsidian orbs drifted down to look at her then, a small twitch dwelling at the left corner of his lips as he noticed the constant fluttering of her eyes. "Are you sleepy, Angel?"
With his cheek resting against his palm, Zheme watched as Lexie slept. She looked like an angel, face as flawless as a blank sheet of paper, lips as red and plump as cherries, lids tightly screwed shut, nose as straight as an arrow. She was beautiful, carved out of diamonds and as rare as a gem. But though she seemed so...so innocent, she was the devil incarnate. She was evil, maliciously evil and all her evilness was taken out on him. She even went as far as to fight him in her damn sleep. Her kicks and punches were unrelenting, but what hurt most was the kick that landed in his shin. That was what had awoken him up, and he felt like returning the favor by kicking her off the bed, but the angelic look on her face had stopped him. Gosh he was whipped, adoration swirling incessantly in his obsidian eyes. He wanted to know what exactly about her he was so drawn to? But wh
Zheme released his thick, long and hard rod, then he laid back against his pillow, watching Lexie expectantly. "You want me so much, why don't you take me?" Lexie's legs shook at his husked out words, and finding it hard to refuse such a preposition, she eased into a sitting position on the bed, legs moving over to cage Zheme's. "I-I don't know what to do, I've never done this b-before, I...I-" Zheme's hand gripped her hip, gently squeezing it. "I know Kitten, I'll guide you through it, but for now, put it inside." Lexie looked down at the hard solidified thing resting heavily against his stomach, and just like last night, an abashed feeling settled within her stomach. She felt shy, self-conscious even, but the intensity of her arousal allowed her to ignore that single emotion and instead grip him within her palm. Her hands were shaky as she lifted him, guiding him between her folds, and her
Zheme stepped outside, a small smile whining across his lips as he turned to look at Lexie who stood by the doorway. "I'm leaving, Gimme a kiss." Lexie huffed, arms folding across her chest. "No." "Why not?" "Because...I don't want to kiss you." A lie, that's what she told, but her pride would never allow her to tell him that she craved the touch of his lips and the touch of his hands. "And besides, I haven't yet brushed my teeth." Zheme frowned, lips forming into a gorgeous pout. "And?" "And I... I'm going inside." She pivoted on her feet and that was enough encouragement to have Zheme pulling her back, flush against his chest. "I asked so politely and yet you refused, do you want me to take it by forced?" Slowly, Lexie shook her head, cheeks growing red. "No, I-I'll kiss you." Zheme nodded against he
Lexie sat on the settee furthest away from Dan with a begrudging look pasted like a mask over her face. She didn't like the old man, in fact she hated him as much a frog hated salt, but she was curious and though curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. And she'd receive that life restoring satisfaction today. She had just showered and brushed her teeth and on her way down the stairs, she had caught her hair in an overly messy bun. But Lexie didn't care about looks or hairstyle now, the truth of her kidnap was a lot more appealing to her. So she shuffled on the settee, propped her elbows on her knees and rested the weight of her head in the palm of her hands. "You can talk now." Dan smirked, using a hand to gesture her closer, but Lexie didn't move, she merely glared. "I'm sure you can talk from there, I'm not getting any closer to the old midget who had whipped me." "Midget?"
Lexie wiped her cheeks and stood with a shakiness in her stance. "I-I can't " she stuttered out. "Why would a father do that to his child? Why...? Just why...?" She felt miserable, sick to the stomach, felt like she was buried in a deep pit of repulsion. She couldn't imagine how Zheme felt... Abused? Unloved? Mistreated? Or perhaps he felt violated? After all, his childhood was brutally taken away from him, he didn't get a chance to enjoy his youth like she did, yet she had been nothing but a pest to him. She had perplexed him until even she felt annoyed at herself, but she'd stop now. For he wasn't a person who deserved to be perplexed, he had dwelled in enough torment already, now he needed to see the light, he needed to know that the life he was taught to live, wasn't a life at all, and Lexie would