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RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED
Chapter 129
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UNQUELLED DESIRE

"Then get ready, babe, because this Greek god has a whole lot of plans for this vacation, okay?"


I smile at that. Of course, he has plans—pant-wetting plans, if I conjectured it right from his face. Well, I'm in full swing. And even if he didn't have any, I would have helped him with the plan. But the sweet jerk just had to parade his epitome. I'm grateful, though, but I kind of feel bad. Will I ever do anything for him? It has always been him sweeping me off my feet with surprises since we met. Even now, it is still him.

Ever since we met, it has always been him doing everything for me. What about me? Will I ever do something for him, even just one?

"I want to know about a lot of things, but first, can you tell me about this sudden new hotel?"


"I got a connection to purchase this section of land, and I couldn't resist the thrill of building a hotel here. It will be the only hotel nearest to the tourist site. No one knows about it aside from you and my constructors."

Beauty has brains. This one will definitely make him an authentic trillionaire, being the only hotel here. "I am honored to be the first to know about it. And congratulations. This is impressive."


"Thank you, babe," he says.

I massage his jaw. No naughty intentions. I am just cruising my fingers along it as I admire his outer and inner beauty. "Tell me if you need a partner. I would be more than happy to work beside you," I flirt.

Why would he need a partner when he can manage and run everything without straining a muscle?

"Really? You mean that?" He asks as if he is taking it seriously and considering making me a partner.

I brush a grin on my lips for a second, almost making a mockery of myself for that joke I pulled back there. "Yeah," I respond. I know he is just pulling my leg. I don't mind, though.

"I will hold you to your words," he says. His voice is raw. There was no tinge of a hoax in his tone or face. He may want to scare me.

"And I will be waiting for your offer." He nods his head. "So, do we go for mountain climbing now, or..."

He shuts me up with a kiss, and since the damn breakfast is taking forever, why not make use of this opportunity and thank this man for being such a darling?

We lie down on the mattress, kissing passionately, like this is our first kiss. His taste of chocolate and honey is the best for this morning.

"Mmh," I say annoyingly when he pulls away.

"Do you prefer mountain climbing in this weather or riding my sweet cock under the warmth of this duvet?"

Damn! To hell with the mountain-climbing shit! There is no way I would prefer the cold outside to this.

I pull him for another heated kiss, encompassing his beautiful facial features between my hands.

"Forget that I said anything about getting out of this bed." I pull him roughly to me again, chewing his lips and releasing soft moans as the pleasure builds terribly in me.

"Ooh!"

Damn!

"You want me?" He queries between kisses, pinning me on the bed as he parks his chest on top of mine.

Oh, does he have to ask? My pussycat is leaking with the wetness of my desire for him. "Mmh. Shut up and fuck me, Damian. I'm... Ooh..." I groan with ecstasy when he presses his hard cock on me.

Ooh, God! The bulge feels glorious. I need to feel it beastly penetrating my tight walls.

He pulls away to smile at my face. My pulse is racing badly. Fuck this smirk! He should be battling to rip my clothes off and shove his cock in my hungry entrance.

"I told you that I have everything planned, baby."

Huh!

Yes, Okay?

So, what is his plan? Sex should be the first thing on his list of plans, because I can't contain this urge.

"Damian..."

His phone tickles us from his pocket as it vibrates. He fishes it out and swipes the receive button up, while I groan with anger.

Damn whoever is calling! What freaking good timing!

"Okay." That's the only word he mutters before dropping the call and smirking at me again. "Sorry, babe. I will have to go get breakfast for us."

Damn what? We were already starting on the best breakfast we can ever have here in this weather. Mental eyes roll! "You better hurry and come finish this," I mumble with so much disappointment.

"Mmh, but breakfast will get cold. We will have to do this some other time."

Huh? What other time, huh? What about now? What should I do? Finger myself to get rid of this bile in my belly, because, well, the thought of dildos never fuses with me. Come the fuck on!

"So, you prefer breakfast more than this?" I repeated his question earlier.

He winks. "I kinda. You see, I need to have some strength to even go for one round. I am so hungry right now, and I am sure so are you, baby. I will go get breakfast." He gets off me with an annoying smirk.

Fuck this jerk! Why did he have to lead me on like this if he knew he wouldn't even touch me, huh? Had his fucking plan escaped his brain when he was kissing me so suggestively? Tsk!

I jerk myself up furiously, meeting his eyes as he stands at the door. My eyes plunge to the fierce bulge between his legs. His little man is protruding so furiously. It shouldn't be painful.

What if it's a bitch who delivered the fucking breakfast? She will have all the pleasure of enjoying this site.

Bitter sigh!

"Wait. I am coming with you." I shout, getting out of bed at lightning speed.

I meet him at the door where he is racking, confusion washing his face. "You don't like the idea of breakfast in bed?" He asks.

Breakfast, my foot!

"What I don't like is you being mean and denying me pleasure, and what I detest the most is another person catching a glimpse of this enticing site." I run my fingers through his bulge, making him twitch, "because this," I squeeze it gently, "is meant for my eyes only." He shuts his eyes abruptly. "Mmh, so fucking hard! Too bad, it's not in the morning plan."

I brush past him, halting to take a brief stint at this beautiful tower before I start downstairs. Well, its furnishings are almost done. And it's freaking breathtaking. I take one step to the first staircase, but I stop and turn back.

Wasn't he rushing to get breakfast? Wasn't he hungry? Why is he still planted in that same spot, huh?

"Well, breakfast, or we get back inside and calm that beast between your legs, love?"