Kesempatan Kedua Duchess Tidak Berguna

Dark hallway

The music from the party in the garden echoes along the silent empty hallway. Darkness fills the place and as the cold breeze of wind touches my bare shoulder blades, I have lost my sanity.

My small tender hands crumple along his black tuxedo, but the man that I am with didn't stop from what he's doing. Suddenly, he pushed me higher to the cold concrete of the wall feeling how the bare skin of my back grazed along with it. 

It's funny how I am attracted by his heavy breathing and his large calloused hand, guiding my hips.

" Fuck, Amara."

His groans dance through my favorite rhythm of sound. It was a mixture of frustration and desire. His kisses went down from my cheeks to my neck and I was just there, savoring each of his slippery kisses.

 I am supposed to be at the feast but right now this man is feasting on me.

" Ah."

Moaning, I clutched more in his hair. He's thrusting his hips even though the thin clothes of his black slacks are hindering our heat sensation. 

I have never felt this kind of sensation. It was dominating, powerful, and more importantly sinful. 

He's old and I am just 21 years old. The 7 years of age gap added a more tingling sensation to my core. 

He continues his assault, faster, rougher, needy. Then, in the middle of the pleasure, I heard footsteps coming in our way.

" They will see us," I tried to push him away because the sound of the footsteps is getting closer. My eyes widen and my heart starts to beat erratically because of the nervousness that I am feeling.

Being caught in another scandal will really end my life. But this man didn't even show that he is bothered, he continues to thrust his hips, and once again, my body betrays me.

" Did you see the President's daughter?"

We heard my dad's bodyguard talking to his phone. Just one more step and he will clearly saw what we are doing. Terrified, he smirks at my reaction.

I thought he planned all of this to humiliate me, his dark eyes flicker with too much dark emotion.

 Tears started to fall in my eyes, is he really going to do this to me?

 I looked at him pleading, I don't want to be caught.

 Then, in one swift move, he moves our body to hide in one of the statues at the side of the dark hallway.

Coincidently, it’s the statue of my father, the current President of the country. I tried to struggle especially when I saw the shadow of the other bodyguards just a few inches away from us but this man is cruel.

He pins me to the statue and continues to thrust his hips. The buckle of his belt brings a different kind of feeling every time that it will slide in my bare thighs. Suddenly, his hands sides further, inserting them insides my black cocktail dress and boldly touching my bare thighs.  Sweats are forming on the side of his forehead and a lustful voice comes out of my mouth.

From my peripheral vision, I can see how the bodyguards turned their heads in our direction. I thought this man will stop but it makes him thrust more and more. Faster, rougher, like he needs to do something.

With wide eyes and a thumping heart, I look at his pleasured face and at the shadow of someone who is walking closer to us. He’s literally behind the statue. It makes my heart race.

“It’s the President’s order. Look for his daughter before she causes another scandal.”

I heave a sigh, closing my eyes and wishing for them to walk away. The light illuminates the bright light coming from the crescent moon. It descended through the empty hallways.

“They’re gone,” he whispers and moans directly into my ear as if he’s teasing me. He let go of my hand and it felt weakly just in my sides.

“Asshole,” I muttered and glare at the face of my personal bodyguard whom I’ve just shared a hot session.

This feels so wrong, but how can this bodyguard be this hot?

This is a sin and somehow, as we both stare at each other’s lustful eyes, down in this dark hallway with the shade coming from the moonlight, we both let our self be drowned in the pit of our own sins.