“You are beautiful."
Angelina jolted awake, feeling her body sore; she groaned, rubbing her shoulder as she noticed her arms were full of bitemark, and her wrist was red. She gulped hard, feeling her throat hurt a little. She could never meet up with his stamina, which was over the world! She needed to start exercising. She couldn't believe she had fainted again.
“Ah,” she cringed, hearing her hoarse voice. She enjoyed every bit of it. Whenever she tried to push him that she was tired, she instantly began moaning again at his slow thrust. He was a beast in human clothing!
Angelina looked around and saw no presence of him, and she wasn't in her room. She stood on her wobbly legs, and her legs were jelly as her backbone throbbed. Angelina had a gut feeling—bad memories of the first night but tossed it out of her head because that day differed from this. He was conscious when they did it for the second time. And also cleaned her and changed her into his short-sleeved shirt, which fell above his knees. She blushed hard, inhaling the shirt before squealing, covering her eyes embarrassedly.
She picked up her phone at the nightstand, swiping it open to see it was already late, and she had eaten breakfast, and at that moment, her stomach grumbled in reminded.
The time was 7:00 pm, and she was in the kitchen at 7:30 am to cook breakfast, but it was impossible before their activities. Angelina blushed, remembering her wanton face and pleasure-covered face in the front of the mirror. She didn't think she could see the kitchen slap and mirror the same way again. She had sex and slept the day, and she missed breakfast and lunch! She also saw a missed call from her father and had it in mind to call him back after she’d eaten.
But where is Nathaniel? She wondered, rubbing her stomach. He was sitting on the chair waiting for her on the first day. Has he gone to work and hasn't returned? Would he send her away like that day? She shivered, holding her phone tightly on her chest as she wanted to leave his room. The door was knocked and opened.
Two maids entered, carrying a tray with them; the scent of the meal assaulted her nostril, making her throat bobbed and her stomach grumble again. “Maam,” the maids greeted in unison, pushing the table closer to the bed edge, setting the table. And gestured for her to sit on the bed
Angelina smiled in gratitude at them, went back to the bed and sat down with a plop sound, then, first, took the water and gushed down, sighing in contentment, “thank you,” she said, and they bowed. She opened the lead, wolfing down the food, without caring about her image in front of the maids. It was the food we were talking about! No one cares about the idea when hungry.
After eating some, she stopped, licking her lips, “thank you for the food,” she said, putting down her spoon.
“Where's Nathaniel?” she inquired with a flushed face. She noticed this was the first time she called him by his name. She never called his name, only used husband, or the conversation just started naturally and did not require him to call him by his name.
“He has travelled for a business meeting,” one of them responded while Angelina nodded. She always forgot she was married to a billionaire who had an empire on his shoulders to control.
Angelina sighed, "Okay," she nodded dejectedly, silently chewing the crust.
"The boss said you can sleep here for the rest of the week," he relaid his message.
"Thank you," she stood up, stretching her sore body and doing some squats before falling onto the bed and sleeping again.
****
Nathaniel stared at the slumped body of Angelina to his still erect cock. Damn! He cussed, looking at the mess they had made. He wore her out, and he wasn't satisfied; he wanted more. His body tingled in pleasure as his cock missed the warmth of her cunt. Her moans sounded like a siren song in his head, luring him for more.
She needed to start exercising to keep up. He was insatiable, looking at their mixed cum, trickling from her thigh.
He sighed, carrying her unconscious body to his room, walking naked with his cock standing straight. He put her in the bathtub, foaming the sponge. He stared at her face; her lips were big and bruised from kissing and biting.
He couldn't stop himself and placed a lingering kiss on her lips, deepened the kiss a little, and when he heard a low moan from her, he closed his eyes, stopping himself from pouncing on a sleeping body. Damn! Her body could kill and fuck! It's worth dying for. Thank fuck sake, he was the one who discovered her before any motherfuvker could.
He gently bathed her, humming happily at the marks on her body, he'd bite her everywhere, leaving no space, and he liked it like that, marking her as his. Maybe I should just brand her? He thought, his hand trailing at the marks on her chest lovingly. He grinned widely, using the sponge to rub it softly.
Fuck! He repeatedly cussed, entering the luxurious bathtub and sitting in front of her slumped body. He hovered above her, his cock facing her closed face as he palmed his hard dick.
Fuck! He grunted and sniffled a little before touching her face. He took her hand, placed it on his cock, and then started to move. He gritted his teeth, moving his hip to the movement of his hand; when he felt his release coming, he touched her face, opening her mouth and shooting her face.
He breathed softly, coming from high as he opened her mouth and poured his jizz, holding her nose to stop her breathing for a moment, making her swallow all his cum. He looked at his semi cock and slapped himself to wake up, quickly washing her body.
After cleaning her body, he took a shirt from his closet and put it on her and tucked her in bed. Then went to the bathroom to have a cold shower.
He could believe he could do that to her body. He face-palmed himself. Her body was irresistible to him. It called him like a siren, and she had a perfect chocolate body. Angelina's body was like her favourite diary chocolate that she loved. And he too was addicted to her chocolate skin, her juggling ass, her bouncing boobs, her face and her smile.
Nathaniel stared at her face for some time, going to the kitchen and wiping all the residue of their passion before taking a cold shower.
When he was through, he called his PA to get ready for their journey. He needed to stay away from her for some time. His thinking was only evolving around her. Though he'd been pushing this business meeting for this while and now, it was a perfect opportunity to attend.
After he was through with the car, he looked at the home app and smiled, noticing all the CCTV cameras were working and could show every angle of the house. He went to the home line calling Ester- the head maid.
"Ester," he began, "my wife is in the room sleeping. No one should disturb her until she wakes by herself," he ordered, picking up his wristwatch to wear, "and make good dishes for her."
"Okay sir,"
"And she can change anything she wants in my room," he didn't know why he said that. No one was allowed to touch anything in his room. He hated disorders, but her touching something in his room warmed his heart.
Ester sucked in a breath in shock before answering, and she was surprised.
"Don't allow her out of the house and call the maids back to the main building to keep her company till I'm back," he said, "give her anything she wants, but her anything and everything she wants," he stated, hanging up as he went to the bedside, staring at the enchantress that disturbed his head.
He caressed her face gently, kissing her forehead, feeling reluctant to leave. He sighed, took his phone and snapped a picture of her sleeping face. Smiling, then changed it to his wallpaper.
"Wait for me, love. I'll be back."
He whispered, walking away without looking back.