Along with paralyzing fear, Kate felt anger because Quisito and his men were supposed to be in charge of the mansion. If they were doing a good job, then no one would be in her room at such an hour.
Now it looks like she should fight all by herself.
Under the blanket, she curled her fingers into a fist and prepared her body for an attack. When she heard the tiniest brush of the intruder's body against the side of her bed, she knew it was time.
Kate turned abruptly and fired her fist, aiming at the person's face. She was pretty sure about her aim but the person caught her fist in midair.
Her palm felt like a baby's fist in the intruder's hand. This caused her to use the next and probably the only escape plan – Scream for help!
She opened her mouth to scream but the person quickly reached over and placed a big hand on her mouth.
"Shhh.....kate its me....Quisito" the person whispered in the dark and her eyes widened.
Slowly her eyesight adjusted to the darkness and with the help of the moonlight she saw his face. The charming devil stood close to her, his face inches away from hers. The moment she realized that it was Quisito, she wanted to scream louder but thought of his blackmail made her keep her mouth shut.
He must have locked the door or even worse – His men were guarding it so that she couldn't escape. For once in her life, jumping out of the window didn't seem like such a bad idea.
After ensuring that she won't make a noise, he retrieved his hands and released her. She immediately scooted away from him to the other end of the bed, while he got on it and made himself comfortable. He didn't have his coat on and was wearing normal shirt and sweatpants – His night suit!
Kate watched in shock as he hogged her bed because she absolutely hated the idea of having someone else in her sleeping space, especially Quisito.
She was about to jump out of the bed but before she could make another move, he reached over and pulled her by the waist, making her land on top of him.
All the air left her lungs when she saw what position they were in. She tried to squirm away but was impossible due to his arm that rested on top of her, like a stone on a paper.
When she realized that she couldn't even budge, she stopped struggling and looked down at Quisito angrily. A sexy smile stretched across his lips at her pouting face and without warning, he guided her head closer and smashed her lips against his.
She was still as statue but his lips demanded response. One of his hands travelled between them and fondled one of her breasts through her cloth, making her gasp. When he pinched her hard peak between his fingers, she moaned and involuntarily returned the kiss.
To his surprise, she began rubbing against him, fanning the flames of his arousal. After giving both of the bosoms a light squeeze, his hand trailed down, tracing the luscious curve of her hip and moving further down to slip inside her panties.
With a curse he broke the kiss as if he was in pain, because her folds were softer than he had imagined. Her eyes shot open at the contact, her breathing ragged, as she stared down at him with pure need. Her sense of morality went right out of the window as the desire of her body took over.
She mewled when his calloused fingers rubbed her wetness all over her core. He traced a single finger from her pussy hole to the most sensitive nub making her shudder on top of him. He growled a hum of approval when his fingers pressed against her clit that was swollen and throbbing. His skillful fingers began massaging it in a steady rhythm, making her take gasp against his mouth. He watched her through half closed eyelids as the bluish moonlight illuminated her face, betraying every expression.
His palm moved faster and faster against her nub, the scars on his fingers adding sweet friction along its sides. She was now breathing harder than ever, while her fingers clutched his shirt so tight that she thought she might rip it off.
But she didn't care. Her whole world was narrowed down to the work of his fingers, that made her heart gallop wildly in her chest and her body to crave for euphoria.
"Aahh...aaahhhhh.." with a scream she came, bucking against his fingers. He kept on rubbing her in small circles, making her orgasm last long. He pulled out his hand only when she dropped her head on his chest, exhausted and panting for air. She immediately missed the warmth of his fingers but got embarrassed when she heard him sucking his own digits, coated with her juices.
The moment she came back to her senses, guilt and mortification made its way into her heart.
Her body had betrayed her!
How could she find release in the hands of a man she hated and feared the most?
Kate had an amazing orgasm but she couldn't help feel guilty of giving him the pleasure of being the first and only man who had made her cum; The only man who had touched her in the most intimate way.
Her anger and sadness transformed into tears and they fell from her face to wet Quisito's shirt, right on top of his chest. She began sobbing silently but he said nothing in the beginning. After a while he held her close, covered them with a blanket and muttered her to go to sleep as he tangled his fingers in her silky-smooth hair.
Ten minutes later Kate finally fell asleep, feeling oddly relaxed in the arms of the person she despised the most.