Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 86. Reflection on the screen.

Chapter 86: 86. Reflection on the screen.

"It’s just chicken," He says as I chase him round and round the chairs with the chicken still in his hand.

"It’s not just chicken, it’s mine!" I yell almost in tears as he won’t just give me back what is mine.

"Argh!" I crash my knee into a chair and instantly fall to the ground in pain.

"Pagne! Are you alright?" He asks from afar. "You’re not just acting that way to get me to come closer to you are you?" He asks.

"This is all your fault! My knee hurts!!" I cry out and I see his eyes go wider as he realizes I’m not faking it. Quickly he makes his way to my side and an invisible smirk climbs onto my lips as he takes the bait.

"Let me see." He says as he crouches down next to me, with a quick maneuver, I rise to a kneeling position, push him till his butt hits the ground and his back is pressed upon the chair and I’m atop him, with my chicken victoriously in my hand.

"This belongs to me, dearest." I simply say with a smug look as I take the piece of meat to my mouth and chew on it with so much victory oozing from me and he’s just staring at me speechless with a knowing smile on his lips.

I rise from his body and say, "Now let’s continue our game."

I think it’s fair to say, Duke is better at scrabble than me. Although I will definitely later check some words he spelt when I’m alone because some of those words just should not exist.

But all in all, he beat me in scrabble with a score of 234-208. He won.

After cleanly finishing our chicken and cola, we sat down together to watch an old movie. Thanks to Duke going back home today has been written out of the question. He doesn’t seem like he wants to go home and I’m not asking him about it, because truthfully, I missed him these past days too.

And besides, I know the twins are in good hands.

So here we are, with me folded and seated partially between and atop his legs, as we watch Audrey Hepburn and Rex Harrison’s ’My fair lady’.

"Oh so that’s where you heard the word GARN from!" I exclaim as the word is used in the movie like an exclamation to show surprise or disbelief at something that seems impossible.

"You should watch old movies more, you’d learn a lot of words." He says and I just turn my head and silently stare at him with eyes that says, ’who asked you?’

I turn around and face the movie again.

As the movie continues we laugh continuously as Professor Higgins played by Rex Harrison all but bullies Eliza into speaking proper English.

"He’s such a bully, how does he expect her to speak with all that pebbles in her mouth?" I say.

"Well, he’s only doing it to improve her speech. It’s a teaching method."

"Of course you’ll support him, you’re a bully too. You bully me all the time just like Henry Higgins." I say and he bursts into laughter. "What?"

"Did you realize you’re actually talking like Eliza right now."

"What?" I ask and he laughs again.

"Even the way you said Henry Higgins, it’s just how she says it. You’re not doing it on purpose?" He asks.

"What are you—" I finally hear myself, indeed I sound like Eliza Doolittle. Did I subconsciously copy her accent?

"You didn’t even notice it." He laughs and pinches my cheek. "Gosh, you’re so adorable." I instantly pull my cheek from his hand and turn my attention back to the movie.

Urgh, why does a man have to have such a bright laugh? It’s making my heart skip beats.

As we continued the movie, Duke’s hand gently stroked my arm, up and down and I didn’t mind those soft strokes. Not until his hand and fingers begin to wander to my thighs.

After we showered together, I changed into one of his round neck shirts that stops just about four inches above my knees... so my thugs are pretty easy to access.

His tender striking of my thighs become quite distracting and at some point I wasn’t sure what was going on in the movie anymore.

My focus was on the hand that had now slowly spread open my curled up knees and is now moving towards a direction I had forgotten about.

Sitting between his legs, my back pressed against his chest, my legs spread wide open, and his fingers finally reaching the naked center of my being... This is a very shameful position.

The movie is still playing but when the scene switches to night time, the screen darkens and I can see our reflection on the television screen.

It’s blurry, but I can see it... Us... Me.

His head is on my shoulder, his lips are kissing my there, my right hand is on his head. My legs are widely spread apart, one of his hands is around my waist and the other is touching me down there.

Again, it’s blurry, and I’m not wearing glasses, but like I once said, it’s funny how my vision heightens at times like this, because I can see the expressions on my face.

My lips are parted causing my mouth to dry up because I yearn for his tongue in my mouth. My eyes are squinted, my brows are folded and my entire face looks like a thirsty pervert.

I’ve never noticed this before.

So this is what I look like when Duke touches me. I look shameful, perverted, aroused, kinky, lewd and so madly in love.

"Nngh, Haah!" I cry out without restraint as his fingers finally slips inside me. "Kiss me." and I tilt my head back and his hand on my waist moves to my neck and holds my jaw and neck with his firm big hands as he takes my lips.

I moan into his lips and I hold onto that hand that is going in and out of my core now, and I never would have thought I’d become so nasty to the point where I’m actually moving my hips, I’m riding his hungers, grinding my hips and trying to match the ferocity of my need for him.

At this point, I don’t care about shame, all I care about is fulfilling my desires with this man.

"Ahh," I moan lovingly into his lips, with one hand on his head and the other now fondling my breast by myself. I think I’m going crazy.

"Awh," I throw my head back as he breaks the kiss and his hand around my neck moves down until he cups my breast in his palm. Squeezing it with the right amount of pressure that my own hands cannot simply compare to.

His squeeze is just right, and it’s increasing the sweet sensation I’m feeling, increasing my need to be rammed into more viciously.

"Urgh Pagne, my darling Champagne." He moans in a hoarse voice and that voice does it, it sets something loose inside me, causing something to burst into a million particles of sweetness and I feel something shoot out of my core.

My knees fall close and my eyes stare at the small table in front of us, it has some liquid all over it. My liquids...

I lazily hide my face in his neck as I now remember how to be embarrassed and how to feel shame.

"Dearest," I hear him purr over my head, I feel his hand stroke the side of my face that is still visible to him, "I should have used my mouth instead,"

I instantly lift my head and stare at him, "That’s the first time you squirt so much." My face is about to explode from the heat that has risen inside me. How can he say that?! "Now it’s wasted on the table."

I cover the bottom half of my face with my palms in embarrassment as I’m staring at him with wide eyes. He shouldn’t say that. That’s too inappropriate.

"What are you staring at me like that with those big brown eyes?" He asks and I finally blink.

"Y_you shouldn’t say things like that." I finally say and drop my eyes because I’m too embarrassed to continue looking at him.

I’m already feeling shameful that he made me squirt all over the table and now he’s indirectly saying he would have preferred if I— I did it on— oh gosh.

This man is shameless.

"Things like what?"

"You know what you said." I smack his chest with a rather lazy fist.

"You mean when I said I want to taste and eat you here?" He whispers into my ear and the whisper alone is enough to make my entire body shake but the single finger pointing to the part of my body he wants to taste and eat is causing that place to vibrate and throb even though he’s not touching me.

He’s just pointing and yet it feels like there’s a magnetic force between my core and that finger. I can feel the movement of that finger without it touching me and I think I’m going crazy with want again.

"Or when I say I want you squirting all over my face."

"Oh my gosh, please Duke don’t talk like that." Is this what they call talking dirty?

If it is, then, now I know why some people’s fetish is being talked dirty to.

I think I have that fetish.

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