Chapter - 5
366 Words
I turned to my side and hugged my pillow tightly, struggling to stifle my sobs. On the other hand, I heard Henry’s low whisper to Ana—a whisper not meant for me, yet it was the very thing that made my night grow even darker.
Before long, the luxurious double-deck bed began to sway. The wide wood groaned with every heavy movement from below. I heard the clinking of belt buckles and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Then, the silence was completely shattered by a deep, baritone grunt.
I quickly pulled the blanket over myself and clutched my pillow. I buried my face in it, trying to deafen myself. But my imagination was a traitor. I could clearly see in my mind Henry's hard muscles rippling, the sweat dripping down his chest, and the ferocity of his every move.
In the midst of being caught between my blanket and pillow, a strange sensation began to crawl deep within me. A warm current starts from my groin and spreads throughout my entire body. It was a mixture of intense jealousy and a feeling I had never experienced before in my life an overwhelming lust I couldn't bring myself to admit.
I was disgusted with myself. Why was I feeling this way about the man who had insulted me? But the truth was, my body seemed to be rebelling. Every crisp curse Henry uttered below, and every one of Ana's squeals, seemed to make me gasp in the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately praying for it to end, while my thighs instinctively pressed and rubbed against each other because of an inexplicable itch deep inside me.
What felt like hours of relentless thrusting and moaning passed below. Finally, I felt everything come to a halt. The violent shaking stopped, and the moans were replaced by soft breathing and the scent of s*x mixing with the cold air of the aircon. The room became peaceful; the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping so loudly it felt like it wanted to burst from my chest.
Has he gone out yet? Is this desecration finally over? I asked myself.
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