After That Night

“I want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her.

Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...

Rebecca ignored her curiosity. The heat she felt was screaming to be cooled down, so she reluctantly excused herself from the dinner and left her team. Her instincts strongly told her that her current condition was closely related to the busy routine she had been going through lately. Besides being busy as a product development manager, she was also preoccupied with her wedding plans, which would take place in three days.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital to see Mr. Elvis?” April asked, referring to Rebecca’s fiancé.

“No one knows I came to this team dinner. They’d be angry if they found out I was still out of the house so close to my wedding day,” Rebecca explained, stopping her weak steps in front of the elevator.

“Do you want to stay here? I can book you a room so you can rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll pick you up and take you home safely.”...

The 24-year-old woman turned to April, who was waiting for her answer. Rebecca’s mind began to be swayed by her trusted assistant’s suggestion. She could avoid the things she was worried about.

Rebecca didn’t reply, but nodded instead. She entrusted her fate that night to April and said nothing as the secretary escorted her to a hotel room-where a male staff member was already waiting for their arrival. What mattered most to her was to rest comfortably and get rid of the tormenting feeling in her body.

The door closed. Rebecca was left alone, lying on the fragrant bed. The room temperature had been set as cold as possible, but strangely, she still felt hot and uncomfortable. There was a strange stimulation pushing Rebecca into a haze of desire...

The sound of the door opening distracted her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning her shirt, she stared at the person who entered, unable to blink. It wasn’t because she was surprised to be seen almost half-naked, but because her eyes met her fiancé.

April was clearly the mastermind. Rebecca was sure her secretary had reported her unwell condition. That belief was strongly based on April’s constant concern for her health.

Tsk! The beautiful woman was filled with annoyance at that thought. Especially since the man standing before her wore such a cold expression, clearly showing deep displeasure.

“Honey...” Rebecca greeted sweetly in a half-whisper. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile. She tried to charm the man who stared at her coldly. Her hand touched the man’s wrist, then slowly her fingers slid down to his impressive big fingers...

Oh, my gosh! Rebecca’s soul was jolted by the warmth that instantly soothed the heat in her body. She stood up and positioned herself right next to him, with no distance between them. Her slender fingers sensually crawled up the arm covered by a black suit. Then, boldly, she tried to take off the black suit from his impressive body. Unfortunately, her slender wrist was gripped tightly by those same impressive fingers.

“Don’t tempt me!” he hissed cynically.

“It hurts...” Rebecca whimpered softly as she felt her wrist gripped roughly, almost as if he wanted to hurt her.

“Don’t touch me. I don’t like it!” the man snapped irritably.

“Are you mad?” Rebecca asked, still smiling.

He didn’t respond. He only shot Rebecca a sharp look.

Rebecca wasn’t afraid of the man before her, who exuded an unfriendly, arrogant aura. Instead, she did the opposite, still smiling beautifully even though he was being rude and impolite to her...

Her aroused body reacted spontaneously, prompting the free hand to explore the man’s face. His eyebrows, eyes, sharp nose, and slightly thick lips were seductively caressed by her fingers. For a moment, her instincts doubted the lips, which felt different from the ones she usually touched. But the rising passion urged her to ignore it and touch him even more greedily.

“You can punish me for being naughty,” Rebecca whispered in front of those tempting lips. Her mind had completely lost control over her body. Yet, on the other hand, a voice inside told her it was okay to lose control tonight.

He was her man, wasn’t he? In three days, they would be married, so it didn’t matter if they had a “head start.”

The man in front of her frowned. He seemed to doubt Rebecca’s delirious whispers. However, there was a hatred he couldn’t hide. Down below, he was already hard from seeing Rebecca’s beautiful body...

The beautiful woman wasn’t too skinny; her lips were very sexy, her nose sharp, and her skin fair. That wasn’t all. The softness of Rebecca’s long hair accidentally brushed his fingers. Then, what caught his attention and made his Adam’s apple move restlessly was the breast peeking out from behind her black bra.

“You asked for it, so don’t regret your words.”

As Rebecca’s lips were passionately kissed, the man took off his black suit, tie, and shirt. He undressed his upper body without breaking the erotic kiss on the beautiful woman’s lips.

Rebecca, overwhelmed by pleasure, didn’t resist. She responded by sucking his impressive lower lip hard. She hugged tightly the healthy and attractive body whose warmth hypnotized her sanity. Perhaps because of the surging lust, she craved him so much. Unconsciously, she was already naked due to the man’s hands...

“Ah!” Rebecca’s sweet moan sparked the flames of passion even more. She became more powerless under his trap, not realizing when exactly they ended up intertwined on the bed.

The cause was one thing: the hot tongue licking along her collarbone to the tip of her shoulder. Her firm breasts below were also not spared from the sucking and biting of that delicious mouth.

“I’m going in now,” the man said after managing to bend Rebecca’s legs.

In the haze of lust, Rebecca could only nod. The manhood rubbing against the entrance of her sacred place had blinded her. “Honey, take it slow,” she pleaded erotically...

She gripped the sheets tightly as his manhood tore into her sacred entrance. Her face tilted upward, deeply savoring the clashing sensations of pleasure and pain. After several thrusts, she finally got used to the pleasure she was supposed to experience only three days later.

Her trembling body signaled she had climaxed. Yet, Rebecca was not freed from the pleasure that made her moan and whimper. Her sweaty body was turned, her waist grabbed, and her hips lifted with her trembling thighs as support.

“S–stop, please. That’s too rough. Please, slow down,” she pleaded...

The man only chuckled, as if Rebecca’s request was an amusing joke. “Take responsibility. From the start, you were the one tempting me!” he groaned, continuing to thrust himself into the addictive hole, unwilling to stop. “Spread your thighs wider,” he continued, squeezing the woman’s thighs beneath him.