Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 59. Daily dose of madness.

Chapter 59: 59. Daily dose of madness.

"See," I know I’m blushing with a victorious and girlish smile on my face, "It wasn’t that hard," I shrug.

"You have no idea how hard it has gotten." He murmurs in a low voice, with his eyes still shut close.

He is talking about something else, isn’t he? I’ll be extremely dumb to say I’m ignorant of what he means.

And maybe it’s the kind of wind blowing tonight. Maybe there’s something daring in it and that thing has intoxicated me from the moment I woke up from that stupid dream, and it pushed me to come seeking him, then laying with him, having him hold me in his arms, kissing him...

And now, that unknown thing blowing in the night air is possessing me again, making me act without thinking... Maybe I’m thinking. I am.

I really am.

And I’m thinking, right now, I want to slide my hips a little lower, till I feel his hardness. I must be mad, right?

But who cares, there is a theory that argues that every human being goes mad for at least five minutes each day. Maybe right now, as I’m sliding my hips down towards his crotch...

"Argh! F*ck, Pagne!" I’m exhibiting my own daily dose of madness.

He holds his bottom lip between his teeth with his eyes still shut tight as I settle my hips on his truthfully hardened member.

It’s somehow fascinating for me to know that I caused that. That I’m the reason he’s so hard right now.

"F*ck this!" He suddenly says and before I can even blink away the madness that has gripped me, I find myself looking up at the ceiling now.

My back is pressed upon the bed and Duke is hovering over me, his breathing is erratic and his eyes staring at me are dark and starved.

"You—" His voice comes out deep and dark, so dark that for a second it scares me. "Don’t play with me, Pagne." He warns. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now, stretched out on my bed in these pjs that cover nothing. You have no idea how much I want to— to—" I follow the direction his eyes have moved to. They are on my chest.

I guess my daily dose of madness isn’t over yet, "Don’t just stare at them." I guess I’m still very mad, "Touch them if that’s what you want."

His eyes move back to stare into mine and I hear him gulp down saliva, "And if I want to do more than touch them?"

I can’t stop the bright grin that creeps up my face as I tell him, "Do whatever you want, I’m all yours."

...

What’s that light? It’s getting into my eyes. It’s really disturbing. Urgh, I don’t want to stand up. Did someone turn on the lights in my room? It can’t be the sun because my alarm hasn’t rang yet, which means it’s not morning yet.

Argh! I can’t stand it! I turn my head away from the light. Now this is better. I can continue my sleep peacefully.

...

With my eyes still closed, I stretch my hands, legs and back like a lazy cat. It’s been so long since I had such a peaceful sleep.

Slowly, with my head still pressed on my pillow, I flip my lashes open. Black drapes swinging by the window. Was my drapes changed? I didn’t notice—

"Oh!" I gasp as the memory of last night quickly washes over me. Just remembering last might cause me to blush like a fool.

Oh, that’s right, he told me to stop using that word.

But what can I do? How can I express the way I’m feeling inside right now, if I don’t call it foolish?

I look to my side, he’s not here. He woke up before me? That’s unexpected.

"Ahhh!" I scream silently, bringing the sheets over my face, kicking and punching into the air.

Slowly, I pull the sheets down to my chest, and I stair at his side of the bed.

We slept together.

I really did it.

I walked in here and I slept with Duke. "Champagne! Your boldness is on another level now!" I place a palm over my eyes. I can’t stop the smile from shining forth.

I bring my hand down from my face and that’s when I spot the clock on the wall.

Maybe it’s because I’m not wearing my glasses, but it almost looks like the hands of the clock are pointing at five minutes past twelve.

Wait...

I finally pull myself to a sitting position, I squint my eyes. I usually don’t have problems staring at clocks so why? Is the clock broke?

Unless, "Ohhh! Shoot!!! My alarm!!" I instantly jump down from the bed. "My phone is in my room!" No, no, no... I’m so late!

I run towards the door, but then pause as I remember what I’m wearing. Gio should be awake by now, Mary would have arrived ages ago and the twins too will be awake. I can’t go out like this.

What if someone sees me? Even though my room is right next to Duke’s, I can’t take any chances. Quickly, I run towards a door I’m guessing leads to his closet. I hope he doesn’t mind.

I open it and, I’m right.

I fish for a robe. I pick the first one I find.

It’s huge and silky... It kind of reminds me of Duke. His huge ripping muscles, his skin as smooth as silk. It’s like he’s competing with the twins on who has the smoothest skin.

"Ahh! Champagne! God have mercy on you for your thoughts." I say to myself and quickly slip on the robe, fastening it at my waist with the rope.

It’s so big.

I feel funny.

But I don’t have time to make choices. I’m so, so late. I’m beyond late.

Hastenly I make my way toward the door. But then as I’m about to put my hand on the doorknob, it turns on its own and the door opens causing me to stagger backward to avoid being hit.

"Hey sleeping beauty, you could have waited a little longer."

Oh no, I don’t think I can face him right now, just the sound of his voice this morning is making me melt.

"This prince charming was gonna come," he closes the door behind him and I take a step back but he pulls me by my wrist and into his arms, "and kiss you awake."

"Duke I’m—"

"But it’s not too late, I can still kiss this princess of mine." He says and dives for my mouth, but I quickly place a hand over my mouth and one on his chest.

His lashes flutter with amusement and confusion all written in his face.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I just woke up. I haven’t even brushed." I mumble through my palm.

"Oh darling, that should not matter between us now, should it? We’ve gone past that, don’t you think?" He says with his eyes staring up and down my body.

He’s crazy! "No we haven’t!" I say and slide out of his arms, blushing. Wait, why am I suddenly feeling pissed. What am I suddenly annoyed about?

"Come on page, don’t do that."

"What?"

"Pout like that. It’s so damn cute. I desperately want to kiss those lips right now."

I scoff, "Says the man who left me hanging last nig—Ahh!" I slap a palm over my mouth as I realize what I’m saying out loud.

Oh my gosh, did I really just say that?

Was that what was pissing me off? And I said it out loud?! I think I’ve lost my mind along with every ounce of shame I once had.

How the hell did I just say that out loud.

But then that being said, why did he do that last night? Why did he do nothing?

That’s right, we didn’t do anything in particular. He just kissed me and sucked on my shoulders, and kissed my neck. That’s all.

The next thing I knew, he was wrapping me up in sheets and laying down beside me with his hand around my waist.

We did nothing!

We just slept!!!

"So that’s what is running through your big head." He says and I grumpily place a hand over my head and look away from him.

"I didn’t mean that." Lies. "That came out wrong." More lies.

"I really wanted to have you last night Pagne." He suddenly says. He takes close steps towards me before speaking again.

"I really did, but something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was due to the fact that you told me about your past and your nightmare. Holding you at that moment felt like I was taking advantage of your vulnerability."

No, no, I didn’t feel that way? I didn’t feel like he was taking advantage of me, so why did he feel that way?

"What I want is for you to come to me, wholeheartedly. Not because you’re scared of losing me, but because you’re excited to have me. Not because you were frightened by a nightmare that will never come to fruition, but because you’ve been constantly plagued by sweet dreams of the magic we can make together."

Damn, he knows how to make everything sound so beautiful.

"Last night, you told me to touch you if it’s what I want, but dearest," His hand touches my face and I feel some kind of cold inside me thaw instantly.

"I don’t just want to do what I want. I want to do what you want. I need you to desire for me sincerely as much as I desire for you. With nothing holding you back and nothing but your own unquenchable desire pushing you in."

"Pagne, me and you, coming together, sexually... It shouldn’t be impulsive. Every moment should be desirably intentional. Every kiss, every stroke, every caress... every thrust. Every single thing should be intentional."

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