3rd Person's Point of View
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Note: This is a wild and sensitive chapter. Please refrain from reading this one if you do not like a harsh and spiteful sexual encounter. You have been reminded!
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Yakov was not thinking straight at the moment. His body was unsteady, and it contained a high dosage of alcohol. He's been drinking the entire time, still unacceptable of the situation he's into right now.
He opened the door to his private room, a sleeping beauty greeted his flummoxed temperament. He forced himself to walk albeit staggering. Yakov needed to look at the lady as close as he should.
When he finally got near, he kneeled in front of the sleeping woman.
The dress. The sexy dress immediately registered on his mind, causing shackles of reaction to his body.
Yakov's hands moved on its own and traced it from the woman's neck down to the lower rib part. It tickled the unconscious woman and she moved onto the right side where Yakov was kneeling.
He felt his pants tightened aggressively. All he could think about is what this woman would look like naked. Yakov carried the woman onto the queen-sized bed and laid her there gently.
I shouldn't!
He fought his lust and tried refraining himself from undressing the girl, but Yakov was beyond tempted to rip off the beautiful dress that covered the woman's physique.
But then, he found himself zipping off the dress from the girl's back.
Imari Noelle slowly woke up with all the movements happening in her. She wanted to know what was causing it, only to find that a man undressed her. She was half naked and her bare breasts were exposed to the craving eyes of the man standing next to the edge of the bed.
"Imari Noelle Raymundo." Yakov uttered the name of Imari like a glorious woman that she was.
"Sino ka?" with full or puzzlement, she asked. Her mind was still half asleep, her sleepy siren eyes inflicted more desire to Yakov.
Instead of answering Imari's question, he sat on the edge of the bed prompting more heat on his body as they were extremely close to each other.
Yakov's right hand wandered on the belly of Imari, and it was late for her to realize what this man was doing to her.
"Anong ginagawa mo?" she questioned although she already knew the answer to her obvious question.
She moved and tried to distance herself to Yakov, but Yakov was quick to stop her from moving. "Stay still." he commanded.
"Mali ang ginagawa mo, please, huwag!"
After hearing what Imari told him, he growned and stepped into the bed leaving his shoes off the floor. He perfectly positioned himself to pull off the dress out of Imari's body. Everything happened so quickly that Imari was left speechless while lying in bed.
She looked at him questioning his actions, but no words sat right to her mouth leaving her literally mute.
She recognized the guy in front of her.
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CORMAC [TDH - IV]
RomanceYakov Vladimir Cormac. Yakov never loved the idea of forced marriage, he despise it. But fate is really a bitch and so he got instantly married to Imari Noelle Raymundo whom he didn't knew at all. Yakov always looked for ways to persuade Imari to...