🔞 SHADOW
SEDUCTION🔞
WRITTEN BY : NOEL INNOCENT
CHAPTER TWENTY: HIS WOMAN 2
George’s hands remained at her waist.
“What are you doing? Let go,” she frowned.
From the look of things, she might actually like
this guy. I shouldn’t ruin things for them. That’s
what any normal person would think, but I’m far
from normal.
“Fine,” letting her go, my eyes didn’t move from
the door. I watched it open; Angelo’s face came
into the picture. He looked really happy and
excited to see her. I couldn’t see her face.
“Monica, are you okay?” His voice filled with
concern. “You took a while to open.”
“I’m fine, was just talking.”
“Talking?” It was then his gaze met mine.
“George?”
“Angelo,” standing up, I dipped my hands in my
pocket and moved closer to her while he
stepped in and shut the door. “Why are you
here?” My question seemed to have angered
Monica; she shot a frown my way. “Let me
rephrase.” I moved closer. “I thought I told you to
stay away.”
“I don’t work for you, George,” he frowned.
“You’re not Arthur.”
“I see,” folding my hands, I watched him turn his
gaze to Monica.
“I brought food. Do you mind if I keep them in
the fridge?”
“Of course not; it’s in the dining room,” she
replied, smiling quite too much.
“Alright.” Angelo moved from the living room,
and she stepped closer. “You should leave.” Her
voice was low. “It’s time for you to go.”
“You’re joking,” frowning, I looked at her. “You’re
sending me away to be with him? After I
showed you my state?” Her face flushed when
she looked at my Ç0çƙ; she averted her eyes and
then looked at me.
“You can come up later.” Her expression
changed, more like, what did she just agree to. “I
mean, you should go home and rest; you’re
traveling tomorrow, ri…” I didn’t let her finish
talking before kissing her lips. Her hands
grabbed my chest, conflicted whether to push or
pull me.
Withdrawing back on my own, I noticed Angelo
staring at us. “I’m sitting right here.” My gaze
moved to meet his. “Aren’t you leaving? We are
busy.”
“Monica?” He called, and she looked at him. “Are
you safe? Do you need me to stay?” His words
were filled with a lot of meaning; one could tell
that he thinks I’m blackmailing her or
something.
I haven’t even used what I got on her yet; I’m
generous. “I’m fine; you should go.” And that
brought a smile to my face. I watched him leave
; she shut the door and looked at me. “You
should go too.”
“What do…”
“I’m not having segz with you, George,” she
practically yelled. “Things are just so confusing.
I don’t even know you. It’s a fact that I have
done this before, but not this way.”
“What are you saying?” I’m starting to get to the
edge. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“I don’t want any of this. I didn’t give you my full
consent.”
“Unbelievable,” running my hands through my
hair, I stared at her. “You don’t want this? When
this is your fault?”
This all started when I looked into Lacey for
Arthur. I got a glimpse of Monica’s picture, and I
just couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wanted
her close, no matter what. She was a beauty, too
beautiful to resist but I did.
And then out of nowhere, she came barging into
my life. What did she expect me to do? I should
let her go? I wanted a taste, and now I don’t
want her to leave. Yes, I’m far from gentle, but I
will make things work.
“My fault?” Her voice high-pitched.
“Yes,” I growled. “You don’t get to speak to me
that way.”
She furrowed her brows. “You’ve got to be
joking.”
“I’m not,” running my hands through my hair, I
cleared my throat. “You’re turning me on,” her
gaze lowered down, and then she looked back
at me, shocked. “You have no idea how you look
when you’re angry, how your Břě@šťs shake with
each word you use.”
“George,” face flushed.
“Wine,” I asked. “Do you have any?”
“I don’t,” she folded her hands. “You’re addicted
to that.”
“Arthur loved smoking,” I replied. “I thought I
should get into drinking.”
“Do you worship him or something?” She
furrowed her brows while I moved towards the
fridge and grabbed a beer. “You drink beer?” No
reply, seeing that nothing else is in there, I
decided to open the bottle and gulp all of it.
“You should leave,” she mumbled, and I looked
at her.
“Go to your room and get naked “her lips part to
say something else but I beat her to it ” or I will
force you to do so, your choice ”
” You don’t own me!!!”
” Huh ” I drop the empty bottle ” you’re not an
object, why should I own you? I simply told you .
…I like my women submissive ” moving closer
to her, I whispered ” go to your room, take a slow
and gentle bath, lay down naked on your bed,
spread your leg and wait for me ” my eyes meet
hers, I know am getting to her ” let me show you
a good time ”
” George”
” Do as I say ” leaning close I kiss her, gently, my
hands squeeze her arse ” go on, wait for me…let
me make a call ” without any other word, she
went to her bedroom and I grin.
The night was splendid.
Arthur blinked his eyes twice as
he woke up. Turning to my left, I stared at
Lacey—eyes closed, lips parted a little, with the
morning sunlight gracefully complementing her
skin. Her blond hair was scattered over the bed
and half of her face.
Using my hand, I tucked her hair behind her ears
and noticed how tired she looked. I must have
pushed too hard last night. I remembered going
at it four times; that must be a lot. I’m sure she
is sore.
Sitting up, I slowly took off the blanket, parting
her legs in a way that wouldn’t wake her. I
frowned at how swollen she was down there.
What is even wrong with me? It was more like
her first time having segz. I should have been
gentle.
I even made her bleed, tearing into her roughly
without thinking. I’m sure it wasn’t different
from when she was R@P£D. “f-__-k.” Running my
hands through my hair, I decided to cover her
with the blanket, go to the bathroom, turn on the
water in the bathtub, and make it a little steamy
before stepping back into the bedroom.
“Lacey?” Sitting down, I kissed her lips. “Wake
up.”
“Hmmm,” she turned around, and I smiled.
“Come on, let me bath you.” Holding her hand, I
lifted her up, making her sit on the bed. My eyes
dropped to the injuries on her back; even her lips
seemed injured. I must have th-ru_st too hard last
night, even in her mouth. “I’m sorry.” She looked
at me, eyes still a little sleepy.
“For what?” Stretching her hands, yawning, and I
exhaled. “Arthur, don’t tell me you’re regretting.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I was too rough on you,
right? Look at your body; you have bruises all
over.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.” Growling, I started to h@ťě myself.
“How could I do that to you? That makes me no
different than…” Her finger on my lips made me
stop speaking. Looking at her, I noticed how she
lit up; she looked lovely.
“I enjoyed last night.” Leaning close, her lips met
mine in a sweet and slow kiss. It’s the first time
she intentionally kissed me. What does it mean?
“I loved it,” she whispered, and I smiled.
“Come, I will bathe you.”
Her face heated up. “Is that needed?”
“I want to.” Lifting her up in my arms, the
blanket fell off. “I’m the first man you’re having
segz with.” A smile tainted my lips. “That made
me glad.”
“But.”
“R@P£ isn’t segz, Lacey.” I dropped her slowly into
the bathtub. “segz is all about consent, and one
can’t lose virginity. You give it to someone, and
it’s me. I am that someone.” She chuckled and
nodded her head.
“Thank you.” Her smile was genuine. “No one
has said that to me before. I thought I lost my
innocence then.”
“All you knew then was pain.” I mixed the liquid
soap in my hand. “Last night, I showed you
heaven. That reminds me.” She looked at me,
and I kneeled down next to the bathtub. “You’re
really good in bed, Lacey. I loved it.” Clearing her
throat, Lacey looked elsewhere.
“Stop saying weird things.”
“It’s not weird.”
Silence engulfed us; the only sound was that of
the sponge on her back. She faced the wall.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go on.”
“What time is your flight?”
“Four PM,” I replied. “Why are you asking?
Already missing me?” She nodded her head,
which surprised me. My gaze lowered to her
waist; fingerprints were even evident on her
arse. I really did spank her a lot, and it reflected
a little on her waist.
“Arthur?” She turned around, her gaze meeting
mine, cheeks flushed, biting her lower lip.
Usually, when she does this, she won’t look at
me, but for some reason, she is giving me a very
pleading look. “Can we?” She cleared her throat.
“Can we do it?”
“Do it?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” I knew
exactly what she was saying, but teasing her a
little wouldn’t hurt, right? She averted her gaze
and used her hand to demonstrate; her left hand
created a hole with her fingers, and then she
used one of her fingers to move in, as if
th-ru_sting into the other hand.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “It’s not funny.”
Her lips pouted while she murmured.
“Lacey.” Clearing my throat, I smiled. “You want
me to make love to you?” She nodded, and I
shook my head.
“Why not?”
“You’re obviously sore; doing it right now won’t
be too good for you.”
“Don’t you think that’s my line?” Hands folded,
her voice remained calm. “It’s just that I won’t be
seeing you for three days.” Dropping the sponge
into her hands, I got up, took off my clothes.
“Arthur?”
“Let’s bathe together.” Joining her in the
bathtub, I sat behind her while she relaxed on
my body. “Lacey, nothing is happening until I
return. You need to heal, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” Wrapping my hands around her, I
rested my head on her neck. I needed to sleep; I
was feeling very tired. I really went all out last
night. “Tell me something.”
“What is it?” She replied.
“Did you remember what I said to you last
night?” Biting my lower lip, I hoped she forgot
about it. I was drunk, dead drunk. Why did I blurt
that out? It’s obvious she won’t love me. God,
I’m stupid.
“Oh.” Her hands separated mine from her body
before turning around to meet my gaze. “I
remember everything, Arthur.” She leaned close.
“And yes, I will love you.” My eyes widened from
that.
“Lacey.”
“I know you must have been through a lot, but
don’t worry.” She touched my face. “I won’t leave
you.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.”
“Don’t you dare break it, Lacey.” Pulling her
close, I sealed my lips with hers, deciding to
make the kiss this time slow, gentle, and sweet.
Withdrawing, I looked at her. “If you break it, I
will ki|| you.” Shaking my head, I rephrased my
sentence. “I will ki|| myself.”
She chuckled. “You don’t even love me.”
“That’s true.” Looking at her, I tucked her hair
behind her ear. “Loving someone is difficult for
me. I first fall in lust, then get possessive, and
lastly,” I leaned close, “I get obsessed. This is
not love, Lacey.”
“What are you saying?” She looked so confused.
“I might ki|| you and then ki|| myself.” I smiled.
“If you ever break that promise.”
“You’re joking.”
“Maybe.” Kissing her forehead. “Maybe not.”
TBC