THE UNWANTED TOUCH...

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The next morning arrived...

I walked down the stairs, making my way towards the kitchen. The maids looked at me and then silently left.

I took out the ingredients and started preparing breakfast. It took me half an hour to complete everything. Once everything was set, I left the kitchen and started walking upstairs when suddenly a voice stopped me.

"Mam..." a maid shouted, making me halt in my place.

"Mam has asked you to stay," she completed the sentence and bowed. I nodded my head before walking down again and sat on the couch, waiting for Mrs. Well to arrive.

Fifteen minutes passed, but she didn't come. I asked the maid again, "When is she going to come? Are you sure there isn't some misunderstanding?"

"No, Mam, she will come, and you have to wait. That's the order," she said sternly, making me look down at my feet.

Another ten minutes passed, but she still didn't come. I was about to ask for water when I heard the sound of footsteps. I quickly looked towards the direction of the sound.

"Did you wait too long, Birdy?" Kian said, making me shocked. I got up and looked at him.

"Where is Mrs. Well?" I said in a slow yet audible voice. He smirked and started coming closer. I quickly turned my back towards him and started taking steps towards the stairs, not wanting to be any closer to him.

But before I could take even a step onto the stairs, he grabbed me by my top, tearing the back part and leaving me in my bra. I quickly turned towards him, my eyes filling with tears. He looked at me with those lustful eyes and grabbed me with both hands by the shoulders, turning me completely around. His hand brushed my back slowly, making me tremble. My tears kept flowing silently. No one had touched me like he was doing. Disgust was the only thing running through my mind. I tried to move my body, but his hold on me kept getting tighter. I cried helplessly.

"Your back is smooth like butter, with those two bones leaving a small space between them. It looks sexy, making me want to bite. Should I, princess?" he whispered in my ear huskily in a deep voice, while his long fingers glided from top to bottom on my naked back seductively, holding the bra strap with his fingers and then releasing it, making me cry in pain.

"No, please," I whispered while crying. With a jerk, he turned me towards him again. Now his face was so close to mine, I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"Please what?" he whispered, taking deep breaths and looking straight into my eyes.

"Don't do it," I said again, my voice trembling with fear and the closeness. His hand grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him, his masculine chest touching my soft one.

"Don't do what, Birdy?" he said, his lips touching mine slightly. I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again. The tears never stopped flowing. I was about to say something when his tongue licked my lips. I moved my head back, feeling disgusted by his shameless act.

"Don't do what, princess? Touch you? Lick you? Bite you? Or fuck you?" he said in his deep voice while I looked at him with wide eyes. Unknowingly, a painful whimper left my mouth when his hold started burning on my waist.

"But you know what, Birdy? I am going to do all this. I am going to touch you like this," he placed his hand on my back and then turned it into a fist, taking my flesh between his hand. I grabbed his shirt sleeves tightly in pain.

"I am going to lick you," he said while his tongue again brushed my lips, making them wet with his saliva.

"And trust me, Birdy, when the time comes, I will bite every inch of your flesh, your hidden chubby pussy too. Then I am going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass, leaving nothing but me inside you."

I felt nothing but blankness as my surroundings started going black. His words were disgusting, his touch was disgusting, making me feel nothing but hatred. I hated it. I hated everything that was happening to me. The sudden darkness started to spread everywhere, and then he disappeared too.

I was glad, yet I could feel him holding my body...



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