Richard caressed her knees and kissed them while moving both hands up and down slowly along her thighs to care for them gently.
He traced her sex with her fingers, which made her gasp deeply and clutch the bedsheet in her hands again in reflex to this foreign touch. Upon seeing her reaction, Richard did it again but this time with a bit of pressure, almost making her lower lips open. As she did it, Richard used it as an opportunity to remove her black lace panties. He pulled it down and removed it in one swift move.
Miranda grabbed the blanket, frightened words coming out of her mouth. "I...I heard it's painful."
"Relax...." Richard groaned.
Miranda nodded despite her anxious brain was not able to process his words properly. She moved her hands everywhere across his upper body to feel it.
A round head squeezed in through a narrow gap. The pressure was considerable, even though it was only the tip.
Miranda was shivering in pain with her eyes closed and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the blood-stained spot where their bodies joined. He slightly frowned when he spotted bloodstains on the white cloth, then soon began to move his body again in the familiar rhythm.
Richard was demanding but gentle as he coaxed her to her own release before his. He collapsed down on her after their moment of ecstasy, panting breathlessly as Miranda slowly fell asleep.
'Damn! That's good' he said in his head.
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"Is Miranda still sleeping?" Miley asked.
"Yes..." Richard replied as picked up the mug of black coffee a servant just dropped in front of him. Seeing her mother smiling from ear to ear, he guessed she must have been the one that drugged him and everything made sense now.
"Why? Why are you looking at me like that?" Miley shrugged.
Meanwhile, Miranda woke up with her body aching all over. However, Richard was nowhere to be seen.
She thought back to what had happened hours ago, and a wish to die came upon her. She knew she had given in to Richard willingly. But now that thought made her feel disgusted with herself.
Miranda got out of bed, put on her clothes and went downstairs. Each step was a pain.
"Miranda, You wake up," Miley said, hurrying toward her.
"Richard already went back because of his work. I will arrange for a driver to send you to Richard's villa." Miley touched her cheeks.
"Mr Kelvin, please stop the car!" Miranda urged the driver when they reached downtown.
"Miss Hudson, what is the matter?" Kelvin asked in a low voice. He took a look at Miranda through the rearview mirror. She looked calm and composed.
"Thank you but I need to visit my grandmother" Miranda got down and took a taxi to the hospital downtown.
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Lying on the sickbed with her eyes closed was a grey-haired old woman whose faint breaths proved that she was still alive.
Miranda's tears fell in drops as she kneeled before the sickbed while holding her grandmother's hand. She didn't cry when her mother forced her to marry the Fuller Family, nor did she cry whenever her father gave her a hard time.
However, her grandmother, who had treated her most kindly, was the only thing that could tug at her heartstrings; she would break down if her emotional anchor collapsed.
Returning to the villa, she placed her bag down and went straight to her bed. She closed her eyes, letting sleep slowly envelop her and lead her to dreamland.
It was already daytime, but Miranda had not yet come out of her room. Emily felt a little worried because Miranda had missed lunch and it was time for dinner.
She knocked on the main room's door. One time, two times, three times ...
Emily peeked that the room was still dark, the curtains still covering the windows so that sunlight could not enter the room to illuminate them. She could see Miranda's body still lying on the bed, buried under the blanket.
She decided to approach her and tried to wake her up, "Miss Miranda it's time for dinner ..."
There was no response from her. Emily stretched out her hand, wanting to wake her up by shaking her body slowly. She had just put her hand on Miranda's shoulder when she could feel Miranda's burning temperature.
Miranda could feel someone's hand touching her so she immediately opened her eyes.
"Who are you?" Miranda asked.
"Miss Miranda. My name is Emily. I work in this villa." Emily said. "Your body is hot. Are you sick?" Emily asked worriedly.
"I am fine. I will get some sleep." Miranda muttered as she closed her eyes once again, unable to bear the dizziness.