Owned by Him (rewrite)

15. Forbidden Play

In the room that was heard drizzle and rumble, Marvel stayed close enough for me to breathe in his scent. Before I knew how it happened, I was already naked in a prone position on his bed, feeling him inside me.

His arms wrapped around my waist and in one gentle pull, our bodies touched. I felt his hands on my shoulder and back, how he loved the curve of my spine, watching it arch as he pressed against me. Then, his hands moved down my hips. It was when the thrusting started and he began to sway in a steady movement.

I inwardly screamed, my nails digging the bedsheets, my breaths rising in visible puffs. He changed my pant with a moan, hearing it timed to his pace, watching my reaction, feeling my body writhe beneath him. We fitted together as if we were made for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

At this moment, Marvel touched me with his eyes as much as his body, mingling in between motion and stillness. The cool room already felt warm, everything was already hard to hold back, so caught in the intoxication of the moment.

"Three months... Why didn't I-"

Talking in such a desperate tone, Marvel even stopped the thrusts all at once. I believed somehow he was going to say something important and I shouldn't ignore it. So, using the remaining power I had, I slowly turned my head. Before I could find his gaze, I felt a shove on my shoulder.

He turned my body around and my back tumbled to the soft mattress, his eyes locking mine. Gasping for breath, I tried to rule the air taken into my lungs. He watched me trembling as he slanted closer, continuing his words.

"Why didn't I have sex with you sooner?"

By the unusual, indirect confession, I froze and my face felt hot unknowingly. He gave me a predatory look, but his voice was unexpectedly gentle, making my heart flutter, beating even faster.

Suddenly being told honesty, I clenched against the pillows tightly, my head almost sinking. Inability to take the meaningful element of the speech served my failure to reciprocate, and rather than being cautious of what he could do to me next, I was more worried he would notice my flushed ears were already itching.

Working under the Mafia, I already expected to experience this kind of thing. Not that I didn't mind it happening to me again in the future, but I just did what I thought the best for the task I was given; to gain Marvel's trust.

I believed I had gained his trust.

So, as I let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, I searched for a way to endure this pain. I was scared, justifiably so, but it was what I chose to do to start my mission.

"Your face is flushing red," Marvel said, softly brushing my hair away from my forehead. "Did you come?"

For a while, all I could do was breathe, in a heady trance. Being held so closely, his musky scent started to feel familiar to my nose.

He slipped in between my legs and in seconds, he was on me again, fucking me harder, just fast enough to paralyze my mind. He was going to make me answer and I just let out another moan, unable to articulate a response.

I was too lucid for insanity after only a few minutes, yet clearly struggling. My sigh would once or twice stifle, intimidated by the tension. Shaky, shallow breaths, I was unable to contain the overflowing emotions, and until some moments, I still couldn't form any reaction.

"Ah... Ngh..." I gritted my teeth to hide my sound, but couldn't. I hoped the rain would last all night, so I could hide the voice I created.

Now, I understand why women make such noises when they are treated this way, was what I thought about while my entire body tasted the pleasure and the pain. I wasn't sure whether I felt it from my back, but the feeling was so stimulating even I shuddered throughout the way.