Be Mine, Once More

Be Mine, Once More

BMOM ➭ 001

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ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” –

“Let’s get married then.” Sir Jasper said in a serious baritone voice. I wasn't sure if what I was hearing was correct since we were both drinking , and I, well, my vision was already spinning from being so drunk.

“Sure! I want to do it right now, Sir! I won't back down!” I said provocatively. I was so broke and just wanted to drown myself in alcohol. I’ll deal with my actions later when the pain in my chest from my failed love life goes away.

We were at a bar, and my companions had already left. It was a good thing Sir Jasper was also here, so he shared my table since he was also alone. It just so happened that he was also here, and like me, he was also heartbroken over his ex-girlfriend, who was now in a relationship with his brother, Japeth. If I wasn’t mistaken, her name was Yasmine. I had seen her once at the company with Ma'am Briannah.

Since we were both intoxicated, we talked about our heartaches, which was why we were at the bar to get drunk. We agreed that we should just get married, thinking it might work. We would try to be a couple for one year, and if no love or offspring developed during our year together, we would set each other free. Crazy, right? But who cares? What's important is the present; tomorrow will take care of itself.

My boyfriend's family didn't like me. I did everything to make them like me, but I was shocked when I woke up and read a text message from my boyfriend breaking up with me because his family was moving to the United States for good. I tried calling my boyfriend, and I was successful in talking to him, but he still broke up with me. He said he couldn't turn his back on his family. Oh, see? No guts! A total mama's boy! He said he would fight for me, but with just one word from his mom, he left me immediately!

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” That was all I heard from Sir Jasper's friend.

“Rayn Jasper Smith and Arym Zchrynne Pascual,” I read softly from the marriage certificate. I signed our marriage contract without thinking. Whatever happens, happens! I really hope I don't regret this in the future.

Can you imagine? We got married right here in the office of a bar that turned out to be owned by Sir Jasper’s friend. Our only witnesses were the bar owner and his personal assistant. After the ceremony, Sir Jasper—my husband now—hurriedly took me out of his friend’s office. I just let him lead me because I was really dizzy and just wanted to lie down.

“You’re in such a hurry to have your wife all to yourself, bro. You waited so long for her, and finally, she’s yours,” said Vince Russel, my husband's friend, meaningfully. I saw Sir Jasper, I mean my husband, give his friend a sharp look before we finally left the door.

My husband helped me get into the car. I didn't know where he was taking me; all I knew was that he was my husband, and I had surrendered myself to him. I didn’t even realize we had arrived at a beautiful mansion. I guessed this was his home.

“Wait for me here, wife.” Even though I was drunk, hearing him call me "wife" still gave me butterflies. When the car door opened, my husband quickly carried me like a newlywed. My husband hurried inside the house and didn’t even notice the housekeepers who greeted him.

When we got to a room, he quickly placed me on the soft bed. Without hesitation, he climbed on top of me. He quickly devoured my lips as if it were the most delicious dish he had ever tasted. I got carried away by the heat I was feeling because of his expert movements all over my body. This was my first time, and I had no fear or hesitation in my heart. I was ready to surrender my entire self to the man who had suddenly become my husband.

My husband’s lips crawled from my ears, down my neck, and to my shoulders, which tickled me immensely. I couldn't help but moan when he sucked on my neck. I arched my back on the bed every time he kneaded my chest. I was completely hot from the heat of his touches all over my body, especially on my sensitive parts. Full of intense desire, he pressed his lower body onto my sensitive parts. I gasped when I felt his hardness, it was like hard steel. I didn't even notice him taking off my uniform. I just realized I was naked in front of him with my legs slightly spread, but I didn't care. We were looking at each other intensely as if we were eagerly longing for each other. He looked so damn sexy while taking off his belt. It just made me feel even more wet. I just swallowed hard when I saw his "pet". It seemed like I had gotten into something big, but there was no turning back.

“I-isn't that too b-big? W-will I even survive after this?” I suddenly felt scared of his monster-like "pet".

“Of course, hon. I’ll take care of it; all you have to do is moan my name loudly,” he said. I just scoffed at my husband's boldness. Why did he still look so handsome to me even when he was smirking? A handsome pervert, that's what he was.

I shrieked when he held both my feet and suddenly pulled them apart to the end of the bed. He looked like a ferocious lion ready to devour me, but instead of feeling scared, I felt a more intense excitement.

“Oh, hon!” he growled.

“Oh, my goodness, gracious! Holy smokes, you animal, it hurts!”

Shameless! He didn't even give me a warning before he destroyed me! I just cried from the pain; I felt like something very long had torn inside me.

“I’m sorry, hon. I had to do that so you’d only have to feel pain once, later it will just be pleasure. You might suddenly back out if I didn’t insert it quickly. It hurts in the lower abdomen when you get cut off,” he said apologetically. I just bit my lip as he started crawling his lips over my ear and down to my neck again, while his right hand was kneading one of my breasts.

A few moments later, only my husband's name was coming out of my mouth, and the relentless sound of our bodies colliding. What they say is true, it really is good.