#THE_LAST_MINUTE_GROOM
©Sir_Zach
EPISODE 40
“Then, you are Rossa?” He raised a brow inquisitively.
“N– no… …” Jeslyn didn’t know why he was doing so much better than last night. Her mind couldn’t think clearly as he awoke the barrage of lusts inside her.
“Perhaps, you forgot? Or maybe… not telling!” He pushed his fingers deeper as his face turned cold.
“Ahh…Wh– what are you… talk…talking about?” Jeslyn was panting heavily by now. Her blood circulation had gone overdrive as she tried to catch her breath. Her voice sounded awkwardly low, almost like a whisper.
Maverick looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed. His eyes traveled to her peaches. Her tits were hard and pointed but that wasn’t his focus. It was her heartbeat. The chaotic raising and falling of her chest.
Maverick closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, the rage in them was replaced by a blank look.
He pulled his fingers out and got down. Maverick was frustrated. He brushed his fingers over his messy hair. With his back turned to Jeslyn, she failed to see the fury in his orbs. Those eyes could drown a soul.
“Maverick, I think I can take you. You can’t judge unless you try,” Jeslyn sounded pitiful.
She can’t allow him to do this to her anymore. Although he fingered her, it wasn’t enough. She needed him. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“No,” came his dead voice. He was trying to restrain himself from scaring her because he knew his mood had been ruined.
Jeslyn’s eyes widened and she pulled herself to a sitting position, “You said what?” She asked with so much courage that her tone was almost raised.
Maverick answered curtly, “not interested.” He picked his shirt from the floor beside his leg, dusted it, and grafted it over his shoulders.
Jeslyn knelt on the bed as the redness on her face got darker. It must have been due to the anger and humiliation she was feeling.
“How dare you!”
Maverick’s fingers buttoning his black shirt paused. He turned to look at her with a raised brow. Did she just say that?
“I didn’t ask you for this! I was in Valen’s room minding my business when you called me here. You… you… you did all this to me, got me hyped up, and then left me like some prostitute! F* ck up!”
Jeslyn got off the bed to pick up her torn pajamas from last night and started to wear them hurriedly while anger burned her intestines. Just when she was about to put it on the shirt, she heard him say:
“You are not Rossa.”
Jeslyn stopped to look at him, “I’m not who?” She asked.
Jeslyn’s mind clicked and she gasped. Her anger multiplied and she yelled.
“You thought I was someone else?!… So, you have been doing all that because you took me for someone else?! You as*hole!” She threw her shirt at him.
Jeslyn was very angry. How could he think of her as someone else? Doesn’t that mean he kissed her, touched her body, and almost penetrated her last night, was it all because he thought she was some other d@mn girl?!
Jeslyn suddenly chuckled and continued like she had gotten the truth.
“So I wasn’t the problem last night. My body wasn’t weak to take you! You stopped because you saw me as someone, you disgusting liar!” Jeslyn spat out those words with so much hatred in her voice.
Hearing those words, Maverick threw his shirt off his shoulders and took large strides to Jeslyn.
“Wh– what are you… Ahh!” Jeslyn screamed as her back hit the bed and she bounced up and bounced back.
“What are you doing?!” Jeslyn felt fear as she looked at the man moving closer to her on the bed with a deadpan face.
Jeslyn started to draw backwards until her back hit the headboard.
Maverick curled his lips. With a wicked look on his face, he said: “to consummate our marriage.”
“No, no, no, I’m not interested anymore, I’m not the girl you want–” she tried to resist as she felt the air around him wasn’t friendly.
“I know, and that’s why you are still alive,” he replied and yanked her towards him.
Jeslyn yelped, but before she could cry or scream, the beast zipped open his trousers and brought out his massive brotherhood.
Didn’t she say that he was a disgusting liar because he told her the truth about her body? Then let her feel the consequences of her words.
Jeslyn’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.
It wasn’t this large yesterday, right? Or was it because she was too immersed that she failed to notice?
Jeslyn swallowed. The mood that was off a while ago suddenly crept back up as the honey in her pot started to leak out due to the pot screaming in excitement, but Jeslyn wasn’t in for that excitement. She knew from how things were that her body wasn’t going to get the pleasure it wanted because Maverick wasn’t looking like the gentle lover of last night anymore.
Hope he…
“Maverick, wh– what do you…ah!”
Jeslyn cried out as he unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and got in between her thighs.
He stopped his brotherhood at the mouth of her honeypot and held her eyes with his.
Jeslyn’s body wanted to enjoy the moment but her fearful mind couldn’t. The ominous feeling she was having and those dead eyes staring back at her spoke a different language from hers.
She swallowed and tried to close her legs but he suddenly pushed against her tight wall making Jeslyn gasp and whimper.
Her body tightened and she bit her lips to hold back the tears. “d@mn you, Maverick!” She cursed.
Maverick raised the corner of his lips and pushed in again but a little softer this time, still Jeslyn felt her body being torn apart.
Her palm started to feel sweaty. She wanted to scream and beg him to stop but she couldn’t. Jeslyn knew he was taking out the impact of what she said about him on her, but can she take back her words now?
Maverick pushed one more time… Jeslyn was too tight and his brotherhood couldn’t go in without being forced in even with the honey around her opening.
With just half of him inside, Jeslyn started to twitch uncomfortably.
“Please, please, please, stop, please, it hurts…”
Maverick stopped moving but didn’t pull out. He stayed there staring at the girl gasping for air with her body dripping sweat.
“Maverick, I’m sorry!… Please, let go, it hurts!…”
Maverick didn’t let go until he saw her shaking from crying. He pulled out and said in a crisp and clear voice. “Know what you ask for, Jeslyn.”
He walked towards the bathroom leaving her on the bed to curl herself up from the pain she was feeling down there.
Maverick could remember that the first and last person to ever call him a liar had his tongue ripped out of his mouth before he was fed to the creatures of the sea. That one word ‘liar’ was the one thing he h@ťěd the most because it played a big role in the horrific incidents that happened to him In the past.
Coming out of the bathroom after a while, Maverick met Jeslyn still curled up in bed. He was supposed to be the one angry about her distrust, but why was she still acting like a spoiled brat?
Although he thought that way, his long legs still took him to the bed and his hands stretched out to pick her up against his wish.
Jeslyn thought to resist him but her body didn’t react in sync with her mind.
“Let go of me,” although she said that in a whisper, her body was finding a comfortable spot to rest in.
“Has anybody ever told you, you are a spoiled brat?” He asked with his lips curled. His voice sounded soulless, but his eyes weren’t angry.
Jeslyn sniffed even though she wasn’t crying, “my grandpa did, but I guess no one ever told you, you are annoying.”
Maverick shook his head, “they didn’t get the chance. Go freshen up else you get sticky.”
“I don’t need you to say it to me,” she rolled her eyes.
“Hmm… that’s right. You prefer Valen to say…”
“Hey!! Don’t you…”
“Scream at me one more time and I’ll punish you,” his voice didn’t sound scary, nor did his face look devious. Even the air around him felt harmonious. Jeslyn wondered if his anger was so easy to quench.
“You are staring at my face like you need me, but unfortunately you cannot take more than you are given.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Jeslyn rolled her eyes. Did he have to say it?
Maverick started to walk towards the bathroom and after placing her down, he said: “Take Pink along to Rose City… Behave and don’t cause trouble,” He lectured.
“What do you mean ‘behave and don’t cause trouble?’ Those people are the troublemakers. If they cause me trouble I won’t let them off.” Jeslyn fumed thinking about those people still living after what they did.
“Use my power for your revenge, I’ll get my payment little by little,” He offered.
Maverick didn’t want her to expose herself to danger while fighting her enemies who seem to be connected to Damien.
Until he was done setting things up for her, Maverick didn’t want her to get exposed. If Damien and Davis were the only ones to look out for, it would have been a lot easier but ‘those people’ lurking in the dark aren’t people he can afford to offend as it stands.
Jeslyn put on the warm shower and got in it. “If you are really mad at people, and then I offered you a free ticket to seek vengeance, would you accept it?” She asked him while letting the warm water caress her smooth skin.
“I’m shameless,” he responded.
“Ah,” Jeslyn nodded like she should have thought of that. “I’m Honorable. If I don’t do things myself, I won’t find peace.”
“Being honorable takes you nowhere. It ki||s you and I’ve been the end of many ‘honorable’ people.” He said with a curled lip.
“It seems I’m different from them,” Jeslyn smiled as she brushed the water in her skin.
“Luck… luck is on your side. Pray it doesn’t run out…with what you are doing right now…” Maverick suddenly swayed from the main topic. He narrowed his eyes at her naked body. Was she purposely caressing herself in the name of taking a shower?
“I’m always lucky. Old man Lee had said that many times.” She slowly bent over to wash her smooth and straight milky legs.
Maverick turned his face away to protect her, scared he might rape her. It was clear now that she wasn’t innocent, she was seducing him knowingly.
Like, who bends over with a smile on their lips, looking so seductive if they weren’t trying to seduce anyone?
“Jeslyn, are you healed… Down there?” He asked.
Although Jeslyn had no idea why he suddenly change topics, she still answered, after all he cared to ask… what a loving man!
“Hmm… it still hurts a little bit, but I’m fine now,” She answered.
“Then why are you inviting me over?” He raised a brow.
“Huh?” She looked confused as water ran down her blushing skin.
Maverick didn’t repeat the question but was rather staring at her.
She sighed, “Mr. Maverick, I’m taking a shower here. You should give me some space if you aren’t comfortable…”
“So you can walk?” If she wants him to leave, would she be able to bring herself out?
“Oh… ehm…” she shook her head.
Yeah, her womanhood still hurts. She can walk but it would be a little awkward.
“I thought as much,” Maverick said and stopped talking, instead started watching her as she bathed.
Logic dictates that Jeslyn was supposed to be shy in front of a stranger like Maverick, but the girl has no shame in this regard. She was shy while with Ray but suddenly turned into a different person when it came to Maverick. It was not just baffling to Maverick but to herself too.
Anyways, she couldn’t help it, neither could Maverick who was thinking of how to eat her without hurting her.
…
Inside Maverick’s room, he threw a black shirt to her from his wardrobe. “Wear that,” he stated.
Jeslyn picked up the shirt and smiled. Last night before they fell asleep, she mentioned that she liked to wear her man’s shirt. ‘It looks segzy on ladies’, she had said.
“Mr. Maverick, we are strangers in a contract– no, we are married strangers. You shouldn’t be this nice to me, but why are you treating me like we have known each other for a long time?” She had been meaning to ask this for a long time and since she has the courage now and he also didn’t look frightening, she decided this was the best time.
“I’m not treating you nicely. A wife ought to be respected and given her rights.” He said nonchalantly.
That was right. Maverick saw the way his parents lived. Thanks to them, lots of bad things happened to the family. He lost the dearest person in his life to domestic violence and a toxic relationship, so from then on, he made a vow to never allow his woman to feel injustice. Even if he doesn’t love her, provided he picked her out to be his woman, she would enjoy all that a loved wife enjoys except his heart and body.