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Hypocrite!
Hypocrite!!
It kept ringing at the back of Jenna's mind, that her heart ached so bad. She had taken this young man away from women who wanted to use his situation and make the worst...or maybe best out of it. She had even despised women like that and wondered what they'd have done if the situation was reversed, yet here she was...
The trouble she meant wasn't that Rhane was trouble to her- no...it was herself. Jenna wanted it. Her heart trembled at the realization, and she shivered.
"I..." Jenna's voice broke. She couldn't say anything or even do anything.
She didn't know how, but she knew when..., the day she began lusting over this young man. It was the same day she saw his body, the endowment, and suddenly the insatiable hunger of lust had overcome her and she pleased herself imagining this man was inside of her.
What Jenna had done on the day she got drunk wasn't because she was drunk. If it were to be another man, she wouldn't have lifted a liquor that would knock her out. It was because her mind was burdened, and what burdened her mind she had done it...by kissing him.
Jenna closed her eyes and sighed. She wasn't this kind of person. Her husband made her lose interest in everything romance or even sexual expectations. He took away the joy from it because she was never awake or in the right state of mind to enjoy it. She was either beaten to pulp or passed out from excessive bleeding.
Most times, Jenna was grateful for it because it kept her focused after she left him. That even when men ogled and begged for it, none of it got to her.
But...her walls were shaking. Shaking in the most dangerous ways. And it wasn't supposed to be so. She didn't know this man...had never met him. Barely had a conversation with him. Then why?!
"Rhane...oh heavens, please save me." Jenna prayed.
Rhane cocked his head to the side, "Is Master praying?"
Jenna licked her lips and nodded, "I think that's the only way out of this," she muttered.
"Master said her prayers were never answered," Rhane remarked, his eyes coolly piercing through Jenna's soul.
Jenna raised her hands tiredly and sighed, "Do I have a choice, Rhane? I think I'm possessed by something." It was the only explanation she could come up with.
A demon of lust must have snuck into her bed and she swallowed it, Jenna thought to herself. If not, how would she explain the unimaginable sinful thoughts she had just by looking at this young man, an innocent young man with no memory of his past.
"I'm sorry," Jenna closed her eyes and sighed.
Rhane's finger grazed the hem of Jenna's trouser that had moved up. "What is Master sorry for?"
Jenna shook her head slowly, "Everything...I'm not special or the kind person or Master you think I am. I am just like others...I just want to use you," she sighed, covering her face with her hands.
In that moment, Jenna thought about everything people used to say to her, and she exhaled. Maybe they were right, she was only being pretentious. If not, why would she covet this innocent man to herself not even trying to look for his family but acting all protective? It was because she wanted to have him all by herself.
"Oh Jenna...you're doomed." She threw her head back and cried.
Rhane didn't move from his position. He lifted Jenna's leg, avoiding the cut under her foot. He rubbed her calf gently.
Jenna raised her face, "What are you doing?" Her voice almost a cry of distress. The young man wasn't even helping!
Rhane hummed softly, then looked up. "When I feel tired and can't think...I massage this part of my leg."
Jenna nodded. She watched his thumb press the back of her leg, his touch so gentle, like any more pressure he'd break her or something.
"I know Master is kind..." Rhane began, his eyes down and hair covering his face down to his long lashes.
"If Master isn't kind, I would know. But Master's smile is kind...just like her heart." He stopped rubbing her leg and stood up.
Jenna pressed her lips when he let go of her leg. She didn't even know she was enjoying it until he let go.
"What about when Master has some wicked...evil thoughts. And she really wants to do it?" Jenna asked, her voice barely audible. She pressed her sweaty palms together.
Rhane raised a brow, then twitched his lips. "Then I'll protect Master with my life," he replied.
"If Master wants to do something wicked or evil...I'll be there to protect Master."
Jenna gritted her teeth and sighed. She wanted to scream to him that he was the victim of the evil deed she was plotting, but she couldn't.
"Rhane...you can leave. I need a little time, okay?" Jenna waved him away.
Rhane bowed, "Yes, Master." Before he left, he walked back to the place where the broken shards were. Removing his shirt, he used his bare hands to back up the pieces and poured them into his shirt before leaving the room.
Jenna just watched in awe. She couldn't stop him because she enjoyed watching him do that, watching him take care of her. And when he removed his shirt, Jenna's eyes fell on his ripped stomach muscles that looked so tough to grab. She couldn't get her eyes away until the door locked shut.
Even in his absence, Jenna could still see Rhane pulling away his shirt and getting down on his knees. This time, it wasn't to pack the glass but kneeling in front of her with her legs spread.
"Faster..." Jenna stroked her fingers inside of herself and she moaned. She could still imagine Rhane's pink tongue peeking out the way he did earlier to her feet but this time to lick her wet core.
"Oh...Rhane," Jenna increased her pace, squeezing her legs shut to feel her two fingers twitch inside of her wet core. The scent of her essence filled the room as she thrusted in and out, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
Jenna couldn't get the face of the man away from her mind. She arched her hips, her waist moving on the chair.
"Deeper...please," Jenna rocked her waist, her free hand grasping one of her breasts. When she tried to spread her legs even more, she fell off from the table and winced.
Jenna opened her eyes, realizing what she had been doing since Rhane left. She exhaled softly, her hands filled with the stickiness of her core, and her insides still throbbing for him. Even her breast almost spilling out from her shirt.
"This can't do," Jenna said to herself, slowly standing up.
"Jenna, you need to get married again," she advised herself immediately. If she could imagine this man like this when all he wanted was to innocently help her, then she was becoming a monster. And might pounce on an innocent man who has become her prey, soon.
Jenna nodded. She entered the bathroom to wash her hands.
"I need to protect you from me, Rhane," Jenna groaned.