"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
I woke up feeling exceedingly thirsty and hungry, the fact that it was only two in the morning making me sulk. My midnight snacking habit was slowly crawling its way back to my unhealthy habits list and it terribly sucked.
To top it off, I was in my bed in pyjamas I didn't remember putting on.
The last thing I remembered was dozing off in Xavier's car after I'd asked if we could go home and he started giving me a cold shoulder. He could barely speak to me or look at me during the entire ride.
Guess he got bored too quickly or maybe he realised I was just one crazy bitch, raging on and on about how much my life sucked.
His sudden attitude sucked because I actually enjoyed his company, although the butterflies and intense heat were getting out of control. What was I expected to do when he was simply so charmingly irresistible?
I wasn't a fucking pole without feelings so I was bound to get aches in certain sore spots in my body that needed a real man's experienced gentle and rough caress.
Fuck.
Just thinking about our experience together before he turned on robot mode made me feel like clenching my thighs together and rubbing them together for the much-needed friction.
Thinking about holding his hand and the way his tongue had grazed my fingertips when I fed him wasn't helping in any way either.
The possibility of him being the one who had changed me into my pyjamas made me feel extra hot all of sudden, familiar tinges and aches for release scalding my body.
I removed the blankets covering my legs, exposing them to the cool night breeze.
I reluctantly fisted the sheets, drawing my legs together while contemplating whether I wanted to do this to myself again and end up burning to have something bigger in thickness and length inside me instead of my slender fingers.
My stomach growled loudly the second I attempted to cross my legs as if saving me from myself. I took that as a cue to drop everything and satisfy my hunger first and maybe that'd distract me from these uncontrollable sensations, mercilessly turning me into a sex-starved, horny maniac.
I stood up from the bed, slipping my fluffy slippers on and pulling my hair into a messy up-knot. Deep down, I prayed Ms. Dupont would be nowhere in sight and there was actually something worth snacking on in the kitchen or pantry.
I quietly walked out of my room, cautiously opening and closing the door to my bedroom without making noise. I was however surprised by how it wasn't all quiet downstairs if my senses were tracking sound correctly.
I thought I heard something fall, probably utensils and controlled breathing. Someone breaking in was highly unlikely with the tight security around here. Was it simply Ms. Dupont snacking too?
