"Are you sure you want me to be her first?" He took a glance at Lorenzo and returned to scan my body again. "Just looking at her trembling gets me more excited," said an evil smile from him again. "You're giving me such a beautiful gift that belongs to you, you know... I hate that," his face suddenly became serious. "Why do you always do this to me?" as he stood up and slowly moved away from me, "made me do things that I hate the most, shit! Just what the hell do you think of me, a toy to you? That really breaks my heart, man," as he turned to face him.
Lorenzo didn't say anything; instead, he's struggling and sweating hard. Something is not right; there must be something wrong with him. "... did you drug me?" he asked him. "Mm.. HAHA, sorry man, I'm just doing this for you." It turned out he's the one toying with Lorenzo and did this on purpose. He walks towards him with his face showing that he made a successful mission.
"She's your wife; she belongs to you. I don't take toys that belong to the others, and you know what? I don't want to interfere with your relationship with her; you might regret it and kill me in the end," she said, seriously staring at Lorenzo. "So thank me for being such a good cousin, okay!" He changes his mood as he taps Lorenzo's shoulder. "Enjoy," he whispered to him and began to walk away. Those words from him made me realize that he is not what I'm thinking. He just wants to let him know that I only belong to Lorenzo and he doesn't care about our problem. I'm not sure, but maybe that's one of the things they don't have in common.
He shut the door and left us alone. I quickly stood up to take the chance to get away, but Lorenzo suddenly appeared in front of me. He was holding the bottle of wine that his cousin gave him. My eyes widened, and my heart is rising rapidly. I pushed him away and tried to escape from him, but he gripped my wrist and pulled my body closer to his. "Uh! What do you want?" I don't want his skin touching mine. A wild eye is looking into my teary eyes. "Let go of me! You said you're not interested; don't tell me you're taking back your words," letting him know. He gets irritated and pushes me on the floor. "Aw," and there's nothing I could do when he's already on top of me.
"Thirsty?" he asked me, pouring some wine into my mouth. I want him to stop, but he's too eager to do this as part of his revenge. I'm still struggling to escape from him, and in my head, I know I'm about to fall apart.
He throws away the wine, and his slender eyes look straight up to mine. His one hand pinned my hands on the floor just above my head. He's breathing heavily and his eyes going back and forth to my lips. Now his hand lands on mine, slowly touching me everywhere. He's not on his mind. I can see him struggling because of the wine.
"What are you doing? Stop! and stop touching me," I cried. "So what if I touch you? You're my wife," he cleared. "Just let me go," I begged. "And why would I do that when we both asked for it?" letting me know that he gave me some of the wine. Now I understand why he can't control himself right now because I'm starting to feel weird, strong, and wild.
Everything's getting hot in my body and my mind. It's getting weirder and weirder every second; it feels like I'm about to explode. His every touch makes me ask for more. The sound of his breathing is getting me excited. What is wrong with me? Why like this? I can't control myself, like I'm getting mad. My in-between is asking for something to be satisfied with.
He swings my right leg up to his knee and loosens my hands. I took a chance to get away from him, but he's too strong to be against it. It looks like I can't do anything to stop him.
"Don't even think about it!" he shouted. "I don't want to touch you, nor are you touching me, but I do what I want until I'm satisfied; you hear me?" Those words from him, the tone, and the way he looks at me—I don't like it at all. Now he became desperate and tore everything I'm wearing on top. How I wish I could stop this and this strange feeling right now.
I cried as my chest exposed in front of him. Only my underwear left, and in a second he tears it too. Now we're face to face, skin to skin, and catching breath with each other. I can't take this anymore, even though my body was summoned to be touched by his. I just hope this will stop.
After scanning my body, he stares at me. He sneers and then looks away. I don't know what's on his mind and what he'll do next.
"You don't want this, right?" trying to stop him. I know he doesn't; it's just the wine, controlling his mind and body, just like I'm feeling right now. His breathing is getting heavier. His both hands are starting to move again, touching me here and there. Every time he landed his hand on me, his gulping and gasping as my body's burning from his touch. He rubbed my clitter and inserted a finger in me.
"Ah!" was a strange sound from me. It's like a moan; I feel like it, but it's hurting me at the same time. "You like that? It seems like you're enjoying this, huh?" he smirked. What does he mean enjoying? That's quite painful. I've never felt that before. This man is so rude and disgusting.
This finger from him went back and forth until he inserted another. "No, please.. just stop," I begged. He didn't listen; he became wild and put his thing in me. "STOP!" was a sudden voice from me, and I pushed him away. "Don't touch me!" he demands. He gripped my hands and pinned them on the floor. "Never touch me with these dirty hands. Even if this is your first time, you're still a whore to me," his eyes glaring at me.
How could I not touch him when it damn hurts? It's too big. I didn't know it'd hurt like hell, and how could he say that I'm a whore when he's the only man who touched me?