His Yasmina [Completed]

Chapter 17- 3 Women, 3 Nights

Three long nights passed where Jasmine barely got any sleep. It was deprived by the moaning, groaning, and screams passing through the walls, floating out toward the hallways.

Different woman crept out of his bedroom dressed in scandalizing lingerie— leaving nothing to the imagination. Besides their near-naked bodies, the flushed faces, messy hair and small smiles on their faces, revealed fully satisfied women–who's sexual appetites were thoroughly satisfied. 

It was night, after night, after night.

For the past three nights.

Moments like this happened at the hotel where guests were too loud and disturbing the comfort and rest of others. She was an experienced problem solver and took pride in handling any situation that would arise. 

But this time.  This time it was different.

This wasn't on her own territory. She wasn't in charge. She wasn't the boss.

Something inside her sensed he was doing it on purpose to torment her, to annoy and infuriate her with anger aside from appeasing his obsessive sexual desires. He knew she could hear what was going on. They were loud. Like two wild creatures. Hell, the entire castle could probably hear them. 

If he expected her to be jealous and want to be in those women's places, he couldn't be farther from the truth.  Jasmine wasn't envious, not in the least. She felt dirty and sick to her stomach. She cringed every time she listened to the women screaming out their orgasm. To be used for their bodies in such a way was beneath her morals.

It made her feel ashamed to be a woman. 

Jasmine glanced anxiously down the dim, empty hall. It was on the third night she stood outside his door fully ready to knock and blast him for being such a selfish-inconsiderate pig. To give him a piece of her mind and tell him what she thought of him.  Reaching the set of double doors to his bedroom, she tensed listening to a growl. The muscles in her shoulders bunched and her face turned a shade of beet red.

Jasmine stood there, still determined and ready to knock when she heard mewling sounds came from a woman. Satisfied grunts came from him.

Her arm dropped back her side and her hands clench into fists. 

Disgusting, she thought. This was the longest he'd ever lasted with a woman and the loudest.  Sparingly, Jasmine wondered what she looked like. Was she that beautiful and skilled? Where  she captured his attention so thoroughly.

In the next moment, something hit the door and she jumped in surprise. It was as though a body was thrown or pushed against it.  Then the banging occurred again. Jasmine's jaw dropped, realizing they were having sex against the door.  Every frantic thrust from Cristiano's hips against his lover pushed her body into the door at a rhythm. 

Jasmine stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped breathing.  She was paralyzed and couldn't stop her overactive imagination playing the scene before her.

He grabbed the woman's thighs, lifting her, slamming her against the door, her legs wrapped around his strong hips, holding her where he wanted her and resumed having hard sex.  Every thrust of his banged against the door.  The woman moans, grabbing a fistful of his hair, as he took her body hard, ruthlessly.  There was no stopping the cries that left her throat or the savage grunts he made as he hit deep inside her core again and again.  Harder, then quicker.  The woman screams as his hips slapped against her faster.  His fingers dug into her bottom and kept her still for his thrusts. As the last ripple of the females orgasm faded, his began.