My brows furrowed, the anger and frustration in my heart tightened as I stared daggers into that set of darkened glares on me.
"What are you doing in my room?" I roared, but surprisingly, her face brightened, her lips curling as she moved closer, her arms stretched out, leaning over my chest.
My eyes travelled down with her arms over my chest. I didn't know what to think, but I just so much despised all these girls.
All they cared about was money and affluence, sex, and nothing more. They were all the same. Silly bitches. I was distant and treated them like trash, no doubt, but I had a few who were my sex slaves, and among them was Ella.
She was just too clumsy and possessive, and I hated her guts.
"Answer me this minute," I snapped, and she smiled, running her arms over my chest seductively.
"I only came to make you happy, or don't you like what you see?" She trailed her other hand over the black bra and set of matching panties she wore, her lips all curled up in a manner that stirred that desire in me afresh.
But there again, I relented. "You shouldn't be here; it's my wedding night, and you aren't supposed to be here," I muttered, turning away from her.
She hissed, and that didn't go well with my raging heart. I stopped and turned to look at her with a more darkened glare. She flinched; her body trembled slightly just by that stir. She knew too well what I despised.
"I'm so sorry," she pleaded, unclipping her bra, and it fell with one tug. She did the same to her pants, and they dropped to the floor.
She moved seductively towards me, her arms brushing gently over mine. "I'm so sorry for my actions. Can you do me the honor of letting me show you how much I am?" She said, leaning closer, her chest meeting with mine.
That familiar scent of camellia hitting my nostrils drove me insane with that brutal desire that always came whenever I thrust into her.
Right now the frustrations all came to a halt as I fixed my eyes on those piercing eyes, and my breath hitched. More than ever, I needed her. I needed every damn thing from her, starting from my cock driving into her.
"Show me how much of a silly bitch you can be," I ordered, and she shrugged her hair backwards then forward.
"Yes, my master," she muttered, crouching low, and my pants fell with one slow pull.
I felt it hard. Her gentle touch over my hardened cock sent a driving hot sensation down my spine, and I groaned in pleasure. My desires heightened as I felt her cold lips over my hardened cock, sucking the heck out of my desires.
My hands held firm over her hair, my fingers digging deep into it. She continued sucking my cock violently, and my groan heightened. The pleasure spread through my entire body, and I pushed my cock harder into her mouth.
Driving every corner of her longing lips with my cock so hard, she let out a sharp cry, her chest tightened with the desire that I had so much wanted.
I continued f**king her lips violently, my eyes closed shut in pleasure, my teeth gritted. So hard I kept thrusting. But then something happened.
Just like a flash, her thought came hovering in my heart, causing a distraction in my mind. I tried to continue, to pull the feeling away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.
Not when they lingered.
What was wrong with me?
What the heck was happening to me?
How was her damn thought doing this to my heart, and my entire body?
Suddenly, I stopped thrusting, frustration boiling afresh within me as I crouched to pick up my pants from the floor.
"What did I do wrong?" Ella's stunned voice cracked through the walls of my ears, vibrating painfully.
"I'm sorry, but you have to leave. I'll ask my assistant to transfer a large sum into your account," I snapped, turning toward the window.
I noticed her groan, raw with unsheathed bitterness. She rose from the floor, and I heard her footsteps approaching.
"That's not fair. How can you…" she trailed off as I turned, glaring darkly at her.
She swallowed hard and lowered her gaze, avoiding mine.
"But I can't go home now. It's already late," she murmured, scrunching her face.
I grabbed her jaw and tilted it up, forcing her to meet my eyes. Her soft gaze locked with mine, and I clenched my jaw.
"That's none of my damn business. You came here uninvited, how you leave isn't my concern. Just get the heck out of my house," I growled, shoving her jaw away.
She sniffled, and I could hear the sobs rise in her throat.
"You always treat me like trash. But you know how good I am. You can't compare me to that silly, low-life bitch you chose to marry," she muttered.
That was the final straw. I turned to her fully, grabbed her arm, and dragged her toward the door, forcing her out of the hallway.
"I don't know what she gave you or what she's done to you, but one thing is certain, you can't erase me from your memories. And I won't stop until I have you, because I'm better," she snapped, just as I shoved her out the front door and slammed it shut behind her.
Her words stirred something in me. My heart cracked open as memories of our time together came rushing back.
She was good, damn good, no doubt. But I needed that marriage with Bianca… for reasons.
Now, I wasn't even sure how I felt.
I found myself rushing toward the stairs, heading straight to the room I'd locked Bianca in. My footsteps echoed violently against the tiled floor, filling the hallway with their sound.
Standing at the door, my chest tightened, not with grief, but something I couldn't quite explain.
I pressed my ear against the door.
Nothing. No sound.
No movement.
I pulled out my phone and checked the CCTV camera inside the room.
She still lay on the bed, the exact same way I'd left her.
Eyes shut.
Arms wrapped around the duvet.
Lips slightly parted.
A chilling sensation ran through me as I stared at the screen.
Then it hit me.
She wasn't breathing…