I moaned into our kiss as my head started to feel light. I closed my eyes to focus more on our heated kiss and the only thought that remained in my mind was that of the man in front of . If I understood things correctly, then the man who was hungrily kissing as if he was on the verge of devouring was in fact Antony’s older brother.
Honestly, I don’t even rember his na because no one who knew of him really wanted to talk of him. Just like all the things that he is rumored to do and have done; his existence was taboo. Talking about him, referring to him, and also acknowledging his existence was forbidden as if a silent agreent had been signed by the few who knew to forget his existence. The only ti that my father brought him up was to warn us of his existence a few years after my sister and Anthony got engaged in an agreent between our two families.
“Anthony has an older brother. Actually, he’s not supposed to exist, and we will treat it as such according to his family’s wishes,” my father inford us without much interest.
“Why is that?” I asked before I could stop myself or my curiosity.
“He wasn’t supposed to be born. Well, since he ended up being born, his father had decided to put him to good use. He’ll live in the shadows like a phantom, and we’ll treat him as such. You will not speak of him, and you will tell no one that you know about him. However, I want you to be always careful of him in the back of your mind, do you understand?” my father said sternly as he looked pointedly at my sister.
“Isn’t a phantom like a ghost? How can soone be a ghost?” I asked in a small voice.
“Hmm...given what he’s going to have to do, he needs to beco a ghost,” my father replied before grinning at us.
I gasped for breath when the man’s lips finally released mine and at the sa ti that the mory that I had recalled so vividly faded away into the abyss of my mind. Although I made a promise along with my sister that day to be careful of this ‘phantom’ that my father had warned us about, all of it just seed unnecessary. From that day forward, I never heard about him again and as the ti flew by, even the very vague things that I was told about him started to fade away as well. Finally I forgot all about him and the warning that father had told us.
It’s him...
What is his na again?
My father did ntion his na to us before when he gave us that warning, didn’t he?
What was it again? What is this man’s na?
"You’re not supposed to exist. You’re not supposed to be real..." I hissed as I struggled to catch my breath.
Just like every ti that he kissed , my lips felt swollen and slightly bruised from his aggressive kisses. Letting those words escape my lips so thoughtlessly was enough proof that I wasn’t thinking straight. I was just saying the first thing that ca to my mind without a filter on and I knew that it wouldn’t benefit in any way.
"I still don’t seem real enough to you?" he said as his eyes narrowed dangerously at .
I could tell that what I said seed to hit a nerve. For the first ti since my parents left, it seed like he was showing so of his real emotions. Although it happened to be one of irritation and anger, it still felt much better than how emotionless he was before.
“What are you doing?” I asked in shock.
His hand moved to tug at the skirt of my dress as he pulled it up my legs. Reflexively, my hands instantly moved in an attempt to pull down the fabric covering my legs. My strength was nothing compared to his and it beca very obvious who would be the winner of our little tug of war.
“Stop...what are you doing?” I snapped again as I tried to pull down my skirt.
Instead of replying to , he just smirked at before I heard a sharp tearing sound. My mouth dropped open when he tore the front of my skirt into shreds that fell to the side to expose my legs all the way up to my upper thighs. I tried desperately to press my thighs together as I felt his heated gaze staring at my naked legs. While biting hard on my lower lip, I wondered if he had chosen this dress for to wear because it was easy to tear up as well.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he replied as he stroked his fingers up the length of my thigh from my knees upward.
I felt my body tremble at his touch, and it wasn’t purely out of fear. His gaze dropped to where his fingers were slowly moving to caress the sensitive skin of my upper thigh while I wondered if I should scream for help. A small cry escaped my lips when he suddenly wedged his hands in between my thighs and began pushing them apart.
“Wait...” I whimpered as I tried to press my thighs together.
“Did you think that I would play a hero for you for free?” he asked before smirking at .
I glared at him when I realized what this was all about. Sowhere in the back of my mind, I should have realized that it was too good for soone to stand up for and save . I was surprised and then I felt quite happy when he stopped my father from hitting and my parents from taking their anger on .
“I see...” I whispered as if I was just talking to myself.
There was no reason why he needed to help or why he would go out of his way to do sothing like that without wanting anything in return. I should have known that nothing too good to be true would ever happen to . When his hands moved to spread my thighs, I no longer resisted. Even when I felt the pressure and heat of his had pressing against my most sensitive part, I did not make a sound of protest.
--To be continued...
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