The Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife

Chapter 8

DESPITE the cold weather, Franceska's body immediately warmed up when she responded to Chase's kiss. It was aggressive and passionate, which quickly aroused her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and matched the movement of his lips. Her suspicion that Chase was an excellent kisser was correct because she was already running out of breath. No matter how hard she tried to match up with his moves, she couldn't because his lips seemed to be playing with hers. His lips moved quickly but sensually on hers.

"Ugh!" Franceska groaned when he bit her lower lip and then inserted his tongue into her mouth, exploring the inside.

She didn't let him win and did the same. She leaned back slightly from the young man, broke their kiss, and gasped for breath. Chase's drowsy eyes stared at her. His hand rose and caressed her cheek.

"I miss you, babe, Francine," he said, smiling slightly at her.

Franceska grimaced. Her twin sister was always a killjoy. But instead of leaving Chase's lap, she pressed their lips together again. She did what he had done to her lips.

She bit his lower lip then inserted her tongue inside his mouth. She matched Chase's skill from earlier. She even sucked his tongue, causing him to moan as well. His grip on her waist tightened even more.

Chase suddenly broke away from her and stared intently at her, still catching his breath. "You've suddenly become good at kissing, Babe," the young man said, smiling but puzzled.

"Because I am not Francine, Chase," Franceska said. Of course, what would her sister know?

"Nuh..." Chase shook his head, seemingly unwilling to believe what Franceska said. His hand rose again and caressed her lips.

She then captured the young man's finger with her mouth and then sensually sucked on it while keeping her eyes fixed on his. Franceska saw Chase's now drowsy eyes suddenly sparkle.

"Oh Damn! Francine!" His lips parted because of that. From leaning on the sofa, he raised his head to her. "I thought you only knew how to kiss," he uttered.

Francescka shook her head and stopped what she was doing. She grabbed the young man's shoulders and moved her hips slightly, causing her to feel the hard object between his thighs.

And she knew what it was. And she was also excited to see it.

She brought her mouth to Chase's ear and whispered, "I'm not Francine. And I know more than just kissing," she whispered in a hoarse voice. She also gently blew on Chase's ear down to his neck. And there, Franceska felt his hairs stand on end.

"Babe..." Chase's hands tightened on her hips.

When Franceska looked at them, she saw that Chase's fingers were restless, as if he was stopping himself from touching her body.

So she looked up and removed the young man's hands from her waist. She brought them to her breasts. "C'mon, touch me, sexy love," she whispered. She didn't care that they were just in the living room and that someone could see them at any time. Especially since it was bright there.

Chase's lips parted because of that. He looked at his hands on her chest in surprise. "Babe, I respect you. I thought this was still off-limits?" he said almost in a whisper, also stuttering due to drunkenness.

But it was obvious that Chase was enjoying it because he didn't remove his hand from her chest. Franceska was silent. She ignored his repeated calling of her twin sister's name.

Instead, she also raised her hand and placed it on Chase's hands. "C'mon, sexy love..." she said and leaned over the young man.

And before he could protest, she kissed him. Which he immediately responded to. Their kiss quickly became demanding, and they both bit each other's lips. Even their tongues fought.

Despite Franceska's gasping for breath, she couldn't help but smirk when Chase squeezed her breast. He also played with its peak, causing her to arch her back.

"Oh Chase!" she moaned. She was restless in his lap and squirming even more when he met the movement of her hips, as if the thing between his thighs was inside her femininity.

Just thinking about it made Franceska feel like she was about to reach her peak.

She moved away from him slightly and watched him squeeze her breast. Chase did it with a hint of restraint, causing her to part her lips. She also grabbed his hair when he leaned over her, captured her lips, and kissed her again while his hands were still on her breast.

But unlike before, it was very slow now, without any rush, and it seemed like he was just savoring every moment.

Until Chase broke away from her and stared at her. "Is it really okay with you to touch you here, babe?" he said in a hoarse voice.

Franceska also noticed that the young man was already closing his eyes. He was obviously sleepy.

She smirked and then brought her lips to the base of his right ear.

"It's okay, Chase. Just hold me as long as you want. Because I'm not Francine, I'm Franceska," she whispered in his ear and then ran her tongue down his neck. She sucked and nibbled on it.

But other than a moan, she didn't get any response from him. He also removed his hands from her breasts.

So Franceska broke away and looked at him. "Chase?"

And she just shook her head when she saw that he was already asleep. Too bad!

She left Chase's lap and laid him down on the sofa. He was already fast asleep.

She stared at him then caressed his lips down to his chest.

"There will be a next time. I'll make sure of it," she said and kissed Chase's parted lips. "Bye, sexy love," she replied with a smirk and then fixed her disheveled clothes.

After that, she went up the stairs to go to her room. But she was surprised when she found Francine standing outside her door.

With tearful eyes, she approached her. And to Franceska's surprise, she suddenly slapped her.

She pointed at her, trembling. "Y-you're so slutty!" she said and then burst into tears. After that, she left and hurriedly entered the room.

Franceska touched her cheek. But instead of getting angry, she smirked. It seemed that Francine had seen them downstairs earlier. And it was true that she was slutty. She wouldn't deny that. So there was no reason for her to be angry.

She also didn't care if her sister was hurt if she happened to see them. They were no longer together anyway. Besides, Franceska was also hurt whenever she was compared to her twin sister. So they were even now.

And now she would make sure that the two would never get back together. Too bad Francine let the young man go.

Chase was hers now, and she would enjoy him as much as she wanted before letting him go.