Chapter 41

41 I Don’t Want To Be A Conquered Trophy [WARNING: SEX CONTENT]

Ella’s whole body quivered with excitement. She was more electrified than their previous intimacy. Maybe it was the water from the shower that intoxicated her like a pleasantly flavored sweet wine. The raw pleasure was mind-blowing. Inside her head, a voice kept telling her to stop. But her body screamed louder for more of Leon.

She itched to feel Leon’s bare skin. So, struggling slightly, she removed his shirt. The insane delight of the ignited passion made her browse Leon’s body like someone on a thrilling treasure hunt. She reached towards his pants and fondly touched Leon’s hardened bulge.

This made Leon groan huskily. He pulled her even closer with one arm wrapped around her waist firmly. He deftly unstrapped her lace bra with the other hand and threw them on the bathroom floor. Like a master ceramist, he took one of her pink fresh nipples into his mouth and nibbled on it tenderly.

Ella’s musical moaning drove him insanely wild as he sucked her boobs harder. She trembled under her weak legs and struggled to visualize the miracle happening to her boobs due to the blinding shower. She held on to the steaming glass wall of the bathroom, moaning and causing loudly.

“Oh, f**k!”

“Shit!”

She wondered where she had learned these words from. Could it be from the many romance novels she loved reading? Yes, it was.

Ella’s hand reached for his bulge again. This time, she didn’t just touch it. She squeezed it causing Leon to gasp for breath with a deep grunt.

“Ella, you are one wildflower. You’re driving me crazy.” He returned to her lips kissing her greedily, while he slid a finger through her wet pantie. He flickered with her clitoris causing her to moan loudly.

.....

“Ella,” he said between kisses, I want to make crazy love to you. I have never been this starved of a woman.”

His last statement rang in her ears like a warning bell and she suddenly pulled away from him. Leon tried to come closer but she instinctively pushed him away. She briskly walked out of the bathroom and took the towel to cover her body.

“Did I do something wrong,” Leon followed behind her. He felt hurt by her sudden withdrawal. Why was she pushing him away like a disgusting animal? This is something he usually got easily from any woman.

Without speaking, Ella dried her hair and body. She changed into some dried clothes and climbed onto the bed. She regretted ever leading him on.

“I could have stopped him long ago but n...no, I had to wait this long,” she mentally stroked herself.

She wished she had the guts to tell him that she didn’t want to end up like one of his many bed warmers. That was exactly what his mum had called her.

Leon could have her today and by tomorrow, another beautiful girl would grace his bed. She could never live with that kind of burden or knowledge. It would simply kill her.

Leon sensing that the night’s fun was over, cleaned himself up and changed. With a labouring heart and clenched fist, he took some money and his phone. And he walked out of the room. He felt so hurt that he thought about looking for any random girl to satisfy his sexual urge.

It felt as though Ariella was punishing him on purpose. The only way he would obviously get what he wanted from her was by forcing himself on her. And this was totally out of the question.

He went down to the bar stand at the beach clubhouse and ordered some glasses of strong whiskey. He was in his fifth glass when a pretty girl walked over to him and started flirting with him. Without a second thought, he took her to a nearby guest room.

Inside the guest room, his new female partner tried touching him but he pushed her away. He requested her account details and transferred a substantial sum of money.

“Thank you sweet...”

Enough of that rubbish, Leon cut her off abruptly. He was so mad at Ella that he thought of punishing the lady before him. His gaze was deadlier than a sharp double-edged dagger.

He took a seat at the far end of the room and barked out orders to the timid and trembling girl.

“I have paid very well for this,” he glared at her. “Do not disappoint me and do not speak unless you are spoken to.”

He paused and stared at her ferociously for a while.

“Strip!” He said in a chilling voice.

The lady quickly took off all her clothes and stood, gawking at her client apprehensively.

Before Leon met Ariella, he was nicknamed a sex god who always left his female folks screaming for more. But now even the prettiest of girls seemed to disgust him. He wanted only Ella and he wanted her insanely.

“Dance and pleasure yourself in a provocative way!” Leon refilled his glass and continued drinking.

He watched the naked lady dance and masturbate provocatively. But not even a strand of hair on his body stood. Instead, he abhorred her erotic cries of pleasure. Also, he felt guilty about indulging in such an act on his supposed wedding night.

“Look what you are making me do Ella,” he sighed in frustration.

“Get lost!” He spoke in a low but deep petrifying tone.

When the lady had gone, he drank some more until he finished the bottle of whiskey.

Feeling a little sober, he left the guest room and went back to the glass house.

He entered the sitting room and was stunned to see Ella seated on the couch and crying.

At first, he wanted to walk away from her but his heart ached at the site of her in that state.

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He quizzed her in annoyance.

“You hurt my ego and now you’re crying?!” He spoke in repressed anger.

“I’m sorry!...it’s none of my business!” She said between sobs.

“You’re sorry? It’s none of your business?” He queried and took a seat beside her.

“Ella, this is the worst punishment you can give to any man, and most especially me.” Leon’s anger gradually receded. “Don’t lead me on and then leave me hanging. It’s nerve-wracking. It’s wicked. It’s...”

“I saw you leaving with that lady in the beach club, okay!” She sobbed more. “I followed you to apologize and then I saw you leaving with her.”

Leon smirked devilishly. If she is this affected by my hanging around other ladies, that means she is jealous. And if she is jealous, that means she cares a lot about me.

He tried placing his hand on her shoulder but Ella flinched, avoiding his touch.

“I don’t want to end up as one of your conquered trophies, okay!” The pain in her voice was evident.

“If I have to give my body to any man, I want someone that would cherish it and protect my fragile heart!” Her sobbing increased.

“You’re not that man! You just want me for the fun of it and it hurt so much because I want you too.” She stood up and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

“I am so sorry that I led you on. I promise it would never happen again. I’ll stick to the business of the contract and in six months, we will go our separate ways.” She left to the bedroom still sobbing and sniffing.

Leon sat back on the couch, massaging his temple in frustration. Why was Ella messing with his mind? Why did he care so much about her? Why did it hurt terribly when she talked about leaving soon? Why was he so terrified of letting her go? What was happening to him? Leon felt like punching something hard. He lay on the couch for a while before returning to the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, he observed that Ella had fallen asleep. So, he took a cold shower and joined her on the bed without waking her up.

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Richard paced around in the hospital. He had been this way since they brought Maggie in.

Although Maggie had been stabilized, she had narrowly escaped a mild stroke. So, the doctors placed her on sedatives and compulsory bed rest to monitor her heart rate.

Richard felt his world shatter within. A thousand emotions ran through his mind. Why did Ariella betray his love for her again? Would his heart survive this pain? Was Ariella truly in love with that man?

At that moment, Abigail and Susan stepped into the hospital ward, where Richard and Uncle Moses were seated.

Abigail went ahead to check on Maggie while Susan went over to Richard, to console him.

“Richard, are you alright?” Susan spoke softly.

“No, I’m not! Could it be that man was lying about Ariella getting married? Because I still don’t believe Ariella would do such a thing.” Richard hoped and prayed for all this to be a prank. Even if it was an expensive prank, he would recover easily.

Susan smiled maliciously as she brought out the picture she had borrowed from Marissa. She had convinced Marissa earlier that Maggie could recover from the shock and claim that John was lying. Hence she needed proof of Ariella’s marriage picture, which Marissa willingly gave her.

“Look at this, what more proof do you need?” She handed Richard the picture and smiled evilly at his horrendous expression.

Richard glared at his beautiful Ella looking so captivating in her white jumpsuit. He traced the curve of her beautiful body causing a deep sexual urge to emanate from his body. His heart began to choke with emotion. He tossed the picture angrily to the floor.

“I need some air and a drink,” he spoke coldly and left abruptly.

Susan picked up the picture and put it in her handbag before chasing after him.

She caught up with him and they both walked into a nearby bar where she encouraged him to drink until he was drunk.

Susan led Richard out of the bar and into a nearby hotel where she requested a room.

When they were finally in the room, Susan shut the door and began undressing and kissing Richard.

Richard was so drunk and his sexual needs were at their highest peak. Without waiting for Susan to finish undressing him, he tore her clothes from her body. And barbarously screwed her until she was limp.