Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She drove her hand through her hair, looking up at the ceiling, feeling tingling warmth gather at her heat.

“Ah.” She breathed, gulping.

Chris didn’t say anything about her touching herself putting things in halt, or disrupting the training process.

So this should have absolutely no consequences.

She pulled out her hand from her hair and moved it lower, and lower and lower.

Imagining it to be Chris’s.

Imagining it being cold, a little calloused, firm, and longer.

Her back arched and she let out a breath when her fingers finally moved on her exposed throbbing clit.

She was wet already.

Very horny.

Too horny.

Two fingers drove into her pussy, her wet walls clenching desperately around it while she thrusted deep and fast, wanting them longer to reach more depth, while her thumb rubbed her clit.

Her breath came out in pants, her back arching, her body tensing, a ecstatic pleasure building.

She could feel something cold grazing her neck, something piercing, like fangs.

Her blood draining.

“Oh fuck, Chris,” she said through feverish lips.

Having imagined him to a point that she could feel him, her body was shaking with the orgasm that was quickly building.

Then ringing!

Loud ringing right next to her ear.

Deafening!

She jumped up, her heart pounding, her eyes wide open, her fingers no longer buried in her wet pussy, her sexual urge still very much unsatisfied.

The ringing.

She could hear it again.

It was her phone.

An unknown number?

It must be someone that wasn’t important to her life on the other side.

Besides, she was too horny to have a conversation right now.

So she laid back in bed and tried to reach that peak she had been aiming for, but instead of ecstasy, all she got was fading desire and increasing worry.

The damn phone just kept ringing!

This was supposed to be the number only important people in her life had. If this person wasn’t one them, the person had better be ready to see her in court for this interruption.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” She asked, her voice a little horse.

“Hello Miss Rominnez. This is Girald speaking.”

The lust wiped away from her eyes. Completely.

Girlad?

“I didn’t violate any of the contract’s terms.” The words rushed out of her mouth without a second thought.

“This call is for you to perform one of the contract terms not to call you to order, ma’am.”

Pulling her night robe closer, feeling a little vulnerable as exposed as she presently was, although she very much knew she couldn’t be seem , she asked, “What do you want?”

“The Master will soon be at the Villa and it is requested that you will be there when he arrives, ma’am.”

A smile stretched across her lips.

Finally.

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A way to prove that Chris was her husband without running into any stupid risks.

It would all get resolved.

Hurray!

“Fine.” she ran her fingers through her hair, thinking fast. “I’ll just order a cab, you can send me the adress-”

“That will not be necessary, ma’am. Your ride is already waiting for you right opposite your gate. Please, ensure you would be down in thirsty mins.”

“That is not enough for me to pack my–”

Beep.

Great. That was Girlad. He never let her finish whatever she had to ask.

What she was most happy about though was the fact that soon her and Chris would be together without all these secrets in the way.

First she had to get out of this dress and wear something appropriate. Also, a quick bath would be just fine. She wouldn’t want to appear to Girald the way she had, the first day they met.

She felt like that hadn’t left a very good impression.

She chuckled, finally standing up.

Nah, that hadn’t left a good impression at all.

***

“Six months?” She asked, controlling her voice into a whisper. The car’s windows were opened and she loved how it blew her hair softly earlier, but now the breeze was getting too much that even though she was stuck between two heafty Bodyguards, like the day they had driven her to the villa, the words coming from the speaker of her phone seemed to be flying in air.

She could easily just tell them to wind up, but the AC had been on before and she had specially requested for the window instead.

Something along the line of her ‘missing the fresh air’.

In truth, she was just a bundle of nerves.

She wanted the secret to be out already, for Chris to know that she was his bride– wife.

Wow!

Anyways, so that she would no longer have to wait for one year and he would no longer have to keep the matters of the house secret from her.

But at the same time, there was just this off feeling at the pit of her stomach towards everything.

“I– what?”

Suddenly her dad’s voice that was seeping out of the speakers became clearer.

The windows had been wound up.

Good.

“You will be in Ubia for six months, you say?”

“Yes. Are you sure you will be alright all on you own? You don’t want me to arrange a flight for you and El–”

“This is not the first time I’ll be here all by myself for months, Pa. You worry too much.”

“I can’t help it, sweetheart. Take good care of yourself and enjoy your night at the club. Tell Elsa to ensure you don’t drink too much. Have fun, both of you.”

She chuckled. “I will.”

She was not going to the club but her Father must have picked up on the background noise and concluded that was where she was headed to.

Knowing the kind of daughter he had, that wasn’t a far-fetched opinion.

After that, there was a call from Elsa, telling her that she would have to travel to MoonCity for a while.

Ivy felt very uneasy suddenly.

If all well as Chris had said, why were they all heading there?