His Highest Bidding Wife (R18)

Chapter 2: Hoping Not To See You Again

Liliana's Point of View

Hoping Not To See You Again

He was a scoundrel.

He's like a mad tiger craving for his prey. The man earlier successfully owned me for a night. A f*****g night for five hundred thousand dollars!

He's desirable. He has dark features. Anguish hair, amazing body built, pointed nose, pinkish lips, vast shoulders, and even prominent jaws.

I thought I was promptly screwed that I'd fall for the man who touched me earlier but it seems like I wouldn't and there's no chance he'd surpass that kind of proportion. Regardless, the old man looked perverted earlier but this man in front of me looks like a Greek God and gives birth to this magnificent aura coming from a beast I can't determine.

"Damn…" he whispered dangerously to my ears.

He made me crouch above the table, he draped his arms around my waist while his one hand was now on my thighs, seeking the hem of my undies.

"You're really a virgin, aren't you?" he spoke, sending shivers down my spine.

My mind was completely preoccupied. An anonymous thing urges me to play with fire on him when I'm pretty disgusted when I was on the stage earlier, dancing and luring everyone just to have me.

The man I'm with abruptly grabbed my hair a bit, making me groan, and started gasping hastily.

"Answer me if you don't wanna get punished, sweetheart,"

To my awe and anxiousness, I nodded. "Y-Yes…"

He cursed roughly. "f**k!"

Every part of this hotel room would be the only memory I will be having as the way how the fresh air comes inside the room, how the big curtains dance because of how the raw, fresh free atmosphere comes in, and the city lights that are peeking in.

My body was still frigid, but the moment the man laid me on the bed and came on top, I felt the heat creeping throughout my body.

Along the way, his hands pinned my arms to the bed, just right beside where my head was, and started crashing his hot and soft lips on mine.

How am I going to describe it, by the way? All I can say is… I haven't experienced any of this even if I'm already at the right age undergoing all these kinds of stuff I haven't fulfilled now that I'm already in my twenties. He was skilled, it seems like he already had more experience in bed rather than mine.

"I-I'm sorry," he stopped midway through our kiss and looked in my eyes when I bit his lips accidentally. "I w-was trying to do what you are d-doing. You're b-biting my lip and I was trying to do the s-same…"

"Hell…" he breathlessly said, amused, bending on the bed while I was still lying down.

I think I messed up. He was very good at what he was doing yet here I am, can't keep up with his algorithm and phase.

I suddenly felt conscious. It seems like he doesn't want what I was doing. To avoid him from getting disappointed, I sat on the bed and tried reaching for his belt. Slowly, I hoisted my gazes amidst unbuckling his pants.

I will do everything for money. For my mom…

"What do you think you're doing?" he blatantly asserted, halting my hand.

My face turned red, couldn't be able to speak. "I'm s-sorry… I was t-think you don't like it so–"

He wailed. "f**k. I'm so whipped for you baby,"

He didn't let me touch nor even see his friend beneath those jeans. For the second time around, I found myself n***d on top of the bed while my legs are apart, seeing a hot man in front taking off his long sleeves and unbuckling his pants while giving me an erotic look.

I don't know his name. But if you're going to judge the way he acts and his tuxedo without even a cloud of dust, you're going to think that he's from a prominent family which I know was true.

"You're drooling down there, sweetheart," he mumbled as his mouth went down my ears.

Deliberately, his hands went on my chest, he pulled down my dress causing my boobs to show up and when his gazes drifted on my face, I blushed.

"It's big…" he mumbled. "How old are you again?" he whispered erotically in my ears.

I didn't think of an answer and willingly spoke. "T-Twenty… I just turned twenty,"

"Hmm, you look f*cking perfect, sweetheart."

Nothing more has been added in our conversation. Until I just found myself turning around, gripping down the headrest while my undies were already on the floor and my dress was still intact.

A loud whimper came out of my lips when he entered his thing inside. Beside this huge, massive mattress, there's a mirror. So, I could even see his body f*****g my small yet hourglass carcass even if we weren't seeing our reflection right in front of us.

He noticed I was watching his position. He held my tummy and made switched the way he f***s me. Right now, I was now already facing the white sheets while in the veneer was the mirror. As I saw how my bidder's wide grin made my body heat, I flinched.

Unhurriedly, he leaned for a kiss and whispered in my ears. "Ready this hole, little girl. Because we won't stop until this p***y was already swollen and couldn't manage to walk."

Von's Point of View

I woke up feeling dizzy. I got drunk yesterday and went to an auction with a friend. Lenient of how lazy and drunk I was, I extended my hand to see the girl who I'm with but she was no longer there.

Even if I am still wary, I got up and started seeking her presence. When I entered the room, there was no person inside. I even went through every corner of this whole goddamn room, flipped all the sofa, bed sheets, and pillows yet I haven't seen her.

I raised my hand and it went into my temple, gradually starting to knead it for me to relax.

She has been on my mind the whole night and guess what, I could still recollect her scent, her moans lingering in my ears, her angelic face, and her pretty big boobs that a twenty-year-old girl couldn't have.

I was sitting on my bed, I searched for my phone and couldn't catch a glimpse of it until a piece of paper fell down the floor. There's a tint of ballpen on it, so to feed my curiosity, I gradually walk to where it was and read what it says.

"You're good at f*****g but I was hoping not to see you ever again. - the girl who's with you last night," I announced, frustratedly.