Saucy Revenge

7-conditional acceptance

7-conditional acceptance

Sana pov,

Opening my eyes, I felt myself lying in a tight grip around my waist. I lifted my gaze to see the one sleeping beside me.

My fear and anger washed-out looking at his peaceful face and his messy hair. I miss a lot pulling his half curly hair. It's overgrown too much.

I took my hand full of his hair and pulled it a little to tie a pony. When I was ready to tie with my band my eyes caught him glaring at me. I left his hair and turned to leave. He pulled me back on him and I fell on his face.

"What are you doing?" I yelled as he harshly pulled up my tee and removed my bra.

"Nothing much, you can tie my hair as much as you like but I like to get something now" He whispered in a husky tone kissing on my curves before sucking on my right one.

As his lips brushed on my cherry it directly rosed up giving him the grip he desired for.

"Umm," I moaned out loud as he bit my cherry. I felt his eyes looking at me folding my tee in his fist, still chewing on my curves.

I have bitten my lip to hold my moan when shifted to the left one squeezing in his palm. I screamed as he has harshly bitten chewing one more. After a long session of his sensual torture, he left me out of his grip and pulled me down.

"Enjoyed!" He smiled with a grin.

"No!" I lied purposely.

"Oh, really? Let me check once" he said holding my jeans and unbuttoning it.

"Stop! " I yelled, hush no mood to get tired already I'm sore running and fighting. Suddenly I remembered my horrible night how Rick stepped on my feet crashing it. I automatically shifted my eyes to my feet. To my surprise, it's sealed in an elastic bandage, and I was not feeling any pain now.

"Where is your friend? I thought you will go with him!" I snapped in anger.

"No, I helped him to reach his destination. No mood to join" he said smiling.

"When you're locked, how can you send him?" I growled.

"Wifey, you forgot. I'm a billionaire with my network I can do anything anywhere" He whispered in my ear rubbing on my thighs as he already pulled away my jeans in between our words.

"How can you be so calm when your best friend tried to molest your wife? Isn't it disgusting?" I snapped frustrated pushing him away and crawling out of his bed.

"Stop there!" He screamed making me jump.

"What!"

"Did I said you can leave? Did I?" He shouted in a dominating tone. I hate him for scaring me every time. I don't want to obey, but my fear of getting in rough session sucks. I should be calm and join my work.

"I... I wantt to use washroom" I stammered making it reasonable.

"To use anything, you should earn it" he chuckled with a nasty glare.

"What?" I gasped in surprise.

"Yeah, it's your policy like you told said can't use my money as I never worked and changed me like this. Now, this villa is booked by me and everything I paid by my earnings" He poured out his anger in this way.

"If you feel so why not you leave me. I had my place" I yelled frustrated.

"Ok, go," he said with a smirk sitting on the bed. I turned to leave when I realized, I lost my Jeans. He took my jeans and it's hanging on his shoulders like a towel.