Their Wife

Chapter-13

TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO

I savoured the delicate brush of his lips against my longing flesh, feeling a surge of desire overtaking my senses. My breath quivered, escaping through parted lips, as he tenderly nibbled on my neck, unleashing an incandescent current that ignited every nerve in my body. Succumbing to the overwhelming sensations, I surrendered to the abyss of feeling, lost in the imprint of his touch as his fingers delicately encircled my throat, evoking a breathless moan that escaped into the night.

"Let yourself go. Go with it. Surrender to the pleasure, topolìno." His voice. God! Heavenly! It possessed an utterly captivating depth, drawing me into its mesmerizing spell. The silkiness of his words gently grazed the scorching surface of my skin, offering a seductive embrace.

I reached out with my hands, desperate to touch him and feel him because it was the only way I knew salvation. His lips moved down to my cleavage, and I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing - a camisole and a thong. As his hand rested on my thigh, a shiver ran through me, and I felt the cool air brushing against the wetness between my legs.

"Moan for me, little girl. Scream my name." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my erect nipples. Simultaneously, his fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of my underwear and entered me. My body arched, and I clawed at his back.

A sinister laughter danced upon my skin, sending thrilling shivers down my spine. My voice escaped in a moan of undeniable pleasure as his fingers playfully twisted, coaxing a delightful pressure that bubbled within me. Never before had I experienced a man's touch quite like this - it was alluring, electrifying. His words caressed my senses, guiding my actions. With every clench, I surrendered to his skilful touch, my inner heat encompassed by the velvety pads of his fingers. As my eyes fluttered to the heavens, it felt as though I teetered on the precipice of exhilaration, hanging there in blissful anticipation."That's it, clench my fingers, feel them." He instructed and I obeyed. I panted.

"Open your eyes, sweet little thing." With a slow movement, I opened my eyes to find a face that I recognized swaying before me. A shriek escaped my mouth as my eyes abruptly opened. Frantically, I scanned my surroundings, realizing that I was still in my usual room. My heart raced irregularly and sweat flowed down my back, drenching the camisole I had on.

As the temperature in the room shifted, the oppressive atmosphere yielded to a refreshing gust of wind streaming through the open window. Exhausted, my body sagged onto the bed, breathless, as if my limbs had turned into jelly. With the understanding that it had only been a dream, I tentatively reached down, and to my surprise, my panties were moist. I experienced a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and a tantalizing shiver as I came to this realization. I did not just have a lewd dream about my fiancé's brother.

I looked around the room, the shades were on but I could still see the sun shining in the sky. It was morning. And this was not the very best way to start a morning. Not the way I prefer at least. My legs were still trembling as I got out of bed and found myself shivering under the cold shower. I hate cold showers. But the situation needed one. After Stefan dropped me last night, I found myself scrolling through my phone late. My sole person of interest was Ralph Romano. There wasn't much about him on the Internet, but his paintings. His artistic creations had earned him recognition across the internet, even if his face remained unfamiliar to most.

By the time I walked out, someone was knocking on the door. "Ms Morris?" Another knock interrupted my thoughts as George's urgent voice resonated through the door. I wrapped the robe tightly around my body and I secured my hair with another towel as I opened the door.

I noticed a big rectangular item that he easily grasped. His gaze quickly shifted to my face while he quietly spoke. "There is a parcel for you." I acknowledged his words and moved aside to allow him entry.

"From whom?"

"Mr Romano." I didn't need to be told which Romano he was referring to. Ralph. The man who had been on my mind since yesterday. I didn't know he'd send me this masterpiece wrapped up in a crimson gift cover, a black ribbon holding it around the edge with a small note attached to it.

To art.
From artist.

My cheeks flared as butterflies in my stomach rolled over. I briefly hesitated as I smiled at George, who then set the painting down on the couch and departed. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, my hands trembled as I removed the wrapping. The familiar visage of a faceless woman left me breathless. No words could convey the thrill I experienced as I gazed upon it. It evoked both a sense of loss and longing. I vividly recalled his words, and my heart raced as I realized how my skin tingled at the memory of his emerald eyes from the previous night. The touch of his fingers and the underlying intention behind his words.

'I want to paint you, Rara.'

Oh, God...The enchanting resonance of his 'alluring' voice resonated within me, refusing to fade away. Every fibre of my being thrilled with eager anticipation, recalling the electrifying touch of his hands from the day before. I tightened my legs, desperately trying to resist the inevitable lure. No, this couldn't happen again! It defied all reason. Yet, against my better appraisal, it undeniably felt so... right.

As I heard the ping of a notification on my phone, my focus shifted. I paused and felt a sudden movement within me. I looked at the painting and then made my way to the bedside table where my phone lay. I discovered a text message from an unfamiliar sender. A puzzled expression crossed my face, but soon astonishment took over as I tightly gripped the phone. Could this be happening?

'The Verlust Villa. 7 pm.'
'I'll be waiting.'

My toes danced with anticipation while my heart kept up a thrilling rhythm. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the daring words that seemed to taunt me. How on earth did he manage to uncover my phone number? Even more perplexing, why was he reaching out to me now? The idea of him wanting to paint me sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, a vivid image of Papa's stern face materialized in my mind, reminding me of my duty. My chest constricted with anxiety as doubts swirled within me. Stefan was my fiancé, and he would remain so. I had no reason to get close to Ralph.

I nibbled on my lower lip. Did Ralph get the wrong signal from the side? I'd admit he was ethereally enticing, but that's all it should be. I was to marry his brother, to start a new chapter of my life with his brother. Self-loathe and guilt suffocated me into tearing my eyes away from the painting as I let out a sigh.

I needed to draw the line before it get too late.

I carelessly threw my phone on the bed as I stormed into the closet. Grabbing whatever I could find in the pile of clothes, I get ready. My thoughts waver as more guilt resurfaced.

I was ready in less than half an hour. Taking one last glance at the painting, I wrap it up again. Fortunately, Papa wasn't home today, so it was easy to get it to the porch and inside my car. Getting into the car, I grabbed my phone and typed. When the message was sent, I let out a strained sigh. My hands on the steering wheel tightened as I pressed the gas.

The Verlust Villa was located in the northern part of the city. It was an hour-long ride, but I could make it forty. All the while my thoughts were scattered. I was attracted to Ralph, but that was it. He was handsome, and all. But I was his brother's fiancé, so how could I even dream lewdly about him? It didn't make any sense. It was my mistake for giving him any wrong signals.

The city's chirping disappeared in the distance as I took a sharp right turn. It wasn't hard to find his villa, cause there was only one magnificent building standing between the hall canopies. I swallowed hard as I parked outside. My eyes lingered on the painting on the front seat as I determinedly opened the door.

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