(Karsten)
Ma’s attitude and Urisa’s overbearing self, made avoid my family mostly. I didn’t get along with Rahsir either, but we didn’t et much.
He had his own business and place and family gatherings were the only tis Ma forced us to bear each other. He wasn’t a bad person, our personalities just didn’t match.
Returning to Sparia ant I had to take care of other business as well—the unwanted one. I avoided it for now but Ma had been insisting on my marriage so I could overtake that position. Hence, the reason I had to play pretend with Arata was so she would lay off my back. Urisa’s behaviour and Ma’s siding with her soured my mood.
Arata tried to bring out of my shell with her teasing and laughter, and it was hard to resist that beautiful, mischievous smile she carried.
But all my self-control broke when she leaned into in the garden, slling like a wildflower and looking temptingly attractive. She revealed what Ma and Roshra thought about us.
They noticed every tiny detail and I knew I had to make this act more believable.
I had been dying to claim her lips once again, the feeling of them had not abated since I had t her as Twisted Rider and hadn’t felt the need to go to any other woman.
I desired her and she tempted . The more I showed restraint the more difficult it beca.
Ma and Roshra were spying on us from the window, I could see their shadows lurking.
So I held Arata and poured everything into that kiss I gave her. I handled her gently and savoured her like my favourite wine. Not wanting to let go, the more I kissed her the larger my hunger for her grew.
She was precious and rare, like a blue rose, and that’s what I was going to call her.
Arata seed to be left reeling from the kiss and the rose I stuck into her hair, and I could see in her eyes she had enjoyed the mont.
Her big lashes blinked several tis at but we were interrupted by the call. I had to go take care of the business I wanted no part in and yet it was like the necessary evil I couldn’t shake.
When I returned, Ma asked if I would like to drink milk before heading to bed. A subtle hint to what she was imagining we would be doing.
Of course, I took the glass from her and gulped it down. We spoke for a while before we called it a night, and I headed to my room, which I was going to share with her.
Arata was already sleeping so I gently woke her, knowing she hadn’t been feeling well and yet she tried to give her best to my family. Even Ma had a hard ti picking out faults in her.
And when I settled beside her, telling her what my family is hoping to happen she shocked once again by saying.
"Let’s pretend."
My head shot in her direction as I bluntly asked.
"Will you be alright with that?"
Her whole face had gone the sa colour as her natural hair and I wished to take this ridiculous wig off so I could bury my nose into her soft tresses while I claid her lips and body yet again.
But that was not going to happen with the scary boss persona. Thankfully, I had the Rider persona.
"They can’t see us, right? I can let out so moans." Her hands twisted in her lap due to nervousness as she pressed her lips together and averted her gaze. Without the glasses, she looked so different. She had removed them for sleeping.
"I can give you real pleasure too, Arata we just don’t have to do that. If you want, I hope you enjoyed the kiss a fraction." There wasn’t much space between us as we sat side by side, and I knew, to so extent, I did affect her.
She occasionally checked out with her big intelligent eyes that were always up for a challenge.
"No, thanks," she almost shouted out as if I had revealed so hidden truth, hidden deep in her heart.
Her gaze slowly swept towards and I was already watching her. She slid down onto the mattress and I took that as an invitation as I moved over her without touching her body.
She covered herself with a blanket, only leaving her heated face, which resembled a tomato, because of how embarrassed she seed.
"It’s ok, I won’t touch you," I assured her while grabbing the headboard of the bed and giving it a slight jerk.
Urisa knew of my lifestyle; she knew I had no interest in love because of how fucked up my life had been because of what my supposed father had done, but Ma didn’t. She believed I would find love one day and she had made it her life’s mission to push Urisa onto . That always made rebel and I ended up with different won every ti.
But after being intimate with Arata, I hadn’t been finding that inner peace that I always did after a good fuck. Now, she was the one I wished to bury myself in again and again.
Especially when she so defiantly stared at with these big adorable eyes that shone with so much defiance.
Opening her petal-like mouth, she let out a small fake moan, and I wanted to slump over her, and feel those delicious curves under my hard body.
Soft like a purring cat, she was so inviting that my mber went hard just by looking at her and hearing these delectable whimpers as I rocked the headboard again.
Flickering emotions descended in her eyes, and she closed them, unable to keep staring at . I couldn’t help but whisper, but it ca out like a command.
"Arata, look at ."
Her curled lashes moved up as her eyelids opened and our gazes found each other again.
Shyness, timidity, ekness and interest dwelled in her sapphire-shaded eyes as she clutched the sheets beneath us, for I felt them tighten.
Her ample bosom I wished to see, but she was hoarding them under the blanket.
"A few more," I slowly instructed and she gave a small nod while biting her lower lip. The action alone made blood rush to my mber making it rock solid that it fucking pained. I would have to jerk myself off under the shower.
"I hope your family won’t discover the pads or our ruse will be blown," she said with a coy smile.
I wasn’t expecting her to say sothing like that, but it did make smile after this tiring, stupid day. The highlight of which was solely HER.
"Will ensure they won’t." I winked back at her, giving the headboard a last jerk as I rubbed my legs on the bed and climbed off her while she let out one last exhale of frustration.
I had to go to the washroom and jerk myself off for she had made so damn hard without even touching .
This woman was becoming dangerous with every passing day and I was letting her creep up on , slowly like the vines of those blue roses I had nad her after.
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