The Billionaire's Feisty Bride

CHAPTER 8: He got me in chains

Ten years of drought was what I realized I had been then finally being nourished but not by any food or water. But because of an arm around my waist, keeping me from standing on the ground. While his other hand supporting my head from the full effect of his kiss was doing in my body.

Every cells, every nerves and with my heart doing double pump every seconds. My body was so alive; too much that it was making me dizzy. He's like a drug and boy I don't want to stop.

His hands sensually traveled down my waist. Following the curves of my hips to the molds of my ass. I yelp when he suddenly hiked me up his waist. Causing me to automatically lock my legs around it. Trapping me by backing me up against the wall.

Liquid heat pulling down my feminine core when I felt his prominent bulge between my thighs. His mouth claimed my lips again. His hands invaded my shirt scorching the skin underneath and teasing the sensitive tips of my breast. My mind was clouding and I couldn't think because of the damn thing down there poking-

"Khelsey! Hey!"

I woke up startled, dazed of my surrounding. I was heaving and my breast felt heavy.

"Hey!" Said by the owner of the finger that kept on poking my cheek.

"Will you stop poking on my cheek? I'm already awake!" I grumpily said to Kyla.

"Geesh...why so grumpy in the morning? Are you on your period? I called you many times but you wouldn't wake up. So I contemplated on slapping you awake but because I love my face I ended up poking you instead."

"I would have prepared if you slap me awake, Kyla."

My sister frowned. "What was wrong with poking?"

"It's dangerous!" I replied in a bit of strain because my breast felt heavy and my nipples were tender against my shirt.

"Dangerous? Well I don't see any danger at your nipples poking on your shirt." Kyla pointed my braless state under my shirt.

I groaned and said with a sigh. "Just please stop with the poking subject."

"God, you are so weird!"

"And you are so annoying!" I retorted.

"Fine, I'll stop! I'm going to the shop now. Mom and Tyrone are at the flower farm. He is helping Mom at the nursery. We left your breakfast on the dining table."

"What time is it?" My voice came out a bit croak.

"It's nine in the morning." She said after glancing at her wristwatch and I cursed myself for over sleeping.

I was about to go out of my bed when Kyla spoke again while she was just to leave the room.

"By the way, a woman pokes at our door and she was poking to talk to you. She is waiting at the living room right now. So if I were you stop poking your temper at me and get the he'll out of this room."

"You're not going to stop are you?"

"Nope!" She laughed heartily. "And sis, if you're having an erotic dream. All you have to do to make it real is to tell Michele to get you lay."

"W-wha...I-I...I am n-not..." I was struggling to say something coherent. "Ugh, just...out of my room please." Ending it with a sigh and pointed at the door.

"Later, sis. Bye!" Still trying to annoy me.

When she was finally out of sight I buried my face on the pillow and screamed my exasperated out.

He just kissed me last night. Just a plain kiss...okay, that was an understatement. It was a bone melting and spine tingling kiss. Why do I have to dream of it and end up being ravished against the wall when it didn't actually happened.