His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

62 Forget Him

I wake up in the middle of the night and the person next to me is gone. So I sat up and saw Daley standing in front of the window with his back to me smoking. The white moonlight fell on his perfect side face, and he smoked slowly and sadly. He put on his trousers but his upper body was bare.

I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around my body. I walked slowly toward him with my bare feet on the ground. When I came up behind him, he turned to me with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Would you like some?" He said, handing me his cigarette.

I took a puff from the cigarette and handed it back to him. I stood at his side, looking out of the window into the distance. The night was so quiet that the deep sound of the tide could be heard. The breeze carried the salty smell of the sea to every corner.

"I want some more." I seemed addicted to his cigarettes, and when the smoke poured down my throat and into my lungs, I felt a joy I had never felt before.

"What is Frade's relationship with you?" His eyes drooped and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth. His tone was calm but tinged with jealousy.

I was shocked. He must have heard me whisper during the o.rgasm.

"A former friend." I didn't tell him the truth. I knew I shouldn't have called out another man's name while I was having s.ex with him. But from the look on his face, he didn't seem to mind.

"What's his last name?"

"Logan."

"There must be a deep and special relationship between you two." He threw his cigarette out of the window. The light of the fire made a beautiful arc in the night sky, just like a shooting star across the sky.

"I didn't mean to pry," he said, facing me, the scar on his left cheek twitching slightly.

"I just want to know how much he means to you," he said. "Did he sell you to the Karr brothers?"

"No, it wasn't him," I denied. "He would never do that to me. It was my father. He sold me to the Karr brothers."

"If that man knew that you were missing, he would definitely try his best to find you, right?" He sneered. "I think he must have forgotten you. That's why you begged me to help you leave this place, right? Do you want to look for him?"

"I don't want to talk about it now," I avoided the topic.

"So what do you want to do with me now?" He put his hand around my waist and told me to stay close to him. His golden eyes were fixed on me. A flash of anger burned in his eyes.

"A lonely man and a lonely woman meet in this hellhole and have s.ex to release their pent-up desires?" His tone was cold, and the sudden change in attitude was hard for me to accept.

"You can use me all you want, and I'm going to make you pay!" His lips pressed against my earlobes as a stream of hot air poured from his mouth into my eardrums. With one hand he squeezed my breasts and with the other he tore open the sheet that enveloped my body.

"Maybe I shouldn't have taken pity on you." He frowned, a look of regret in his eyes. "But you hurt me. I can't forgive you."

"I'm not sorry." I don't know what's wrong with me. I blurted out something I knew would irritate him. It was as if we were a couple in a fight, hurting each other with mean words in order to get the upper hand.

I looked at the scar on his face with pity and smiled at him. I felt as if my brain had gone haywire, and his rough touch tickled my desire again.

I thought I didn't care if he was angry or not. I smiled like a drunk and put my arms around his neck and put my head near him. I kissed his cold lips and opened his teeth with my tongue. At first he dodged, then he accepted me. Finally, he became the one who took the initiative.

"Now, f.uck me!" I whispered in his ear, seducing him with a sexy voice.

He then let out a long growl, his hand gripping my breasts, sucking and tugging at them with his mouth. I groaned. Although I feel some pain, my garden is constantly secreting water. I can't deny that my body wants him.

"As you wish," he said, lifting my left leg over his waist. I leaned back against the window.

Then an unguarded thrust opened my eyes and I moaned loudly as his giant d.ick attacked my body again and again.

The rush of pleasure dispelled all the pain in my heart, and my v.agina trembled with every thrust he made. As his hips quickened, his passions grew wilder and his yells louder.

His whole body was shaking. Heat is gathering and growing, as if a storm is gathering, ready to erupt. All of a sudden, his whole body thrust forward, a warm current filled my body.

But it wasn't over yet. He rolled me over to face the window. I c.ocked my hips and put my hands on the edge of the window. The night wind blew in my face, and I felt very excited.

A new wave of heat hit again, my body swayed with his attack, my breasts kept moving back and forth. He held my waist with one hand and pulled my hair with the other and turned my face toward him.

His tongue explored my mouth aggressively, his teeth biting through my lower lip. The taste of blood overflowed from his lips, and he licked and sucked the blood from my mouth greedily. A low grunt came from his throat.

He pulled his d.ick out of me. His kiss moved to my back and then to my hip. His mouth stuck to my snow-white buttocks like a sucker. I felt his teeth marks on both sides of my buttocks.

Then he slowly slid his tongue down the middle of my buttocks and into the depths of my v.agina. His dexterous tongue slid forward from behind, and I felt a tingling sensation in my v.agina that made even my hips sway from side to side.

He held my hair in his hand to make me look up, and his palm kept slapping my smooth, bouncy bottom. I groaned and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

I cast my eyes at the distant waves, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky. On the other side of the sea is the hometown I long to go back to. At this time, my eyes actually shed silent tears. Then he leaned over my back and licked the tears out of my eyes.

"Are you homesick?" He asked. "But it's a pity. The storm has come and you can't go back."

His voice seemed to come from the abyss, even smug.

"You're going to have to stay here," he said, thrusting into my body. "You're going to stay here with me."

There was the sound of a thunderstorm at sea level, and lightning came one after another. Soon from the window came the rain on my face. I cannot tell what tears or rain are.

Is what he said true? That I can't get out of here?

"Forget him," he implored.