Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

*Warning r18***

"Then, you are Rossa?" He raised a brow inquisitively.

"N– no... f*ck! Maverick, faster..." Jeslyn didn’t know why he was doing so much better than last night. Her mind couldn’t think clearly as he awoke the barrage of lusts inside her.

"Perhaps, you forgot? Or maybe... not telling!" He pushed his fingers deeper as his face turned cold.

"Ahh...Wh– what are you... talk...talking about?" Jeslyn was panting heavily by now. Her blood circulation had gone overdrive as she tried to catch her breath. Her voice sounded awkwardly low, almost like a whisper.

Maverick looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed. His eyes traveled to her peaches. Her tits were hard and pointed but that wasn’t his focus. It was her heartbeat. The chaotic raising and falling of her chest.

Maverick closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, the rage in them was replaced by a blank look.

He pulled his fingers out and got down. Maverick was frustrated. He brushed his fingers over his messy hair. With his back turned to Jeslyn, she failed to see the fury in his orbs. Those eyes could drown a soul.

"Maverick, I think I can take you. You can’t judge unless you try," Jeslyn sounded pitiful.

She can’t allow him to do this to her anymore. Although he fingered her, it wasn’t enough. She needed him. She wanted to feel that big c*ck inside her.

"No," came his dead voice. He was trying to restrain himself from scaring her because he knew his mood had been ruined.

Jeslyn’s eyes widened and she pulled herself to a sitting position, "You said what?" She asked with so much courage that her tone was almost raised.

Maverick answered curtly, "not interested." He picked his shirt from the floor beside his leg, dusted it, and grafted it over his shoulders.

Jeslyn knelt on the bed as the redness on her face got darker. It must have been due to the anger and humiliation she was feeling.

"How dare you!"

Maverick’s fingers buttoning his black shirt paused. He turned to look at her with a raised brow. Did she just say that?

"I didn’t ask you for this! I was in Valen’s room minding my business when you called me here. You... you... you did all this to me, got me hyped up, and then left me like some prostitute! F* ck up!"

Jeslyn got off the bed to pick up her torn pajamas from last night and started to wear them hurriedly while anger burned her intestines. Just when she was about to put it on the shirt, she heard him say:

"You are not Rossa."

Jeslyn stopped to look at him, "I’m not who?" She asked.

Jeslyn’s mind clicked and she gasped. Her anger multiplied and she yelled.

"You thought I was someone else?!... So, you have been doing all that because you took me for someone else?! You as*hole!" She threw her shirt at him.

Jeslyn was very angry. How could he think of her as someone else? Doesn’t that mean he kissed her, touched her body, and almost penetrated her last night, was it all because he thought she was some other damn girl?!

Jeslyn suddenly chuckled and continued like she had gotten the truth.

"So I wasn’t the problem last night. My body wasn’t weak to take you! You stopped because you saw me as someone, you disgusting liar!" Jeslyn spat out those words with so much hatred in her voice.

Hearing those words, Maverick threw his shirt off his shoulders and took large strides to Jeslyn.

"Wh– what are you... Ahh!" Jeslyn screamed as her back hit the bed and she bounced up and bounced back.

"What are you doing?!" Jeslyn felt fear as she looked at the man moving closer to her on the bed with a deadpan face.

Jeslyn started to draw backwards until her back hit the headboard.

Maverick curled his lips. With a wicked look on his face, he said: "to consummate our marriage."

"No, no, no, I’m not interested anymore, I’m not the girl you want–" she tried to resist as she felt the air around him wasn’t friendly.

"I know, and that’s why you are still alive," he replied and yanked her towards him.

Jeslyn yelped, but before she could cry or scream, the beast zipped open his trousers and brought out his massive brotherhood.

Didn’t she say that he was a disgusting liar because he told her the truth about her body? Then let her feel the consequences of her words.

Jeslyn’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

It wasn’t this large yesterday, right? Or was it because she was too immersed that she failed to notice?

Jeslyn swallowed. The mood that was off a while ago suddenly crept back up as the honey in her pot started to leak out due to the pot screaming in excitement, but Jeslyn wasn’t in for that excitement. She knew from how things were that her body wasn’t going to get the pleasure it wanted because Maverick wasn’t looking like the gentle lover of last night anymore.

Hope he...

"Maverick, wh– what do you...ah!"

Jeslyn cried out as he unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and got in between her thighs.

He stopped his brotherhood at the mouth of her honeypot and held her eyes with his.

Jeslyn’s body wanted to enjoy the moment but her fearful mind couldn’t. The ominous feeling she was having and those dead eyes staring back at her spoke a different language from hers.

She swallowed and tried to close her legs but he suddenly pushed against her tight wall making Jeslyn gasp and whimper.

Her body tightened and she bit her lips to hold back the tears. "Damn you, Maverick!" She cursed.

Maverick raised the corner of his lips and pushed in again but a little softer this time, still Jeslyn felt her body being torn apart.

Her palm started to feel sweaty. She wanted to scream and beg him to stop but she couldn’t. Jeslyn knew he was taking out the impact of what she said about him on her, but can she take back her words now?

Maverick pushed one more time... Jeslyn was too tight and his brotherhood couldn’t go in without being forced in even with the honey around her opening.

With just half of him inside, Jeslyn started to twitch uncomfortably.

"Please, please, please, stop, please, it hurts..."

Maverick stopped moving but didn’t pull out. He stayed there staring at the girl gasping for air with her body dripping sweat.

"Maverick, I’m sorry!... Please, let go, it hurts!..."

Maverick didn’t let go until he saw her shaking from crying. He pulled out and said in a crisp and clear voice. "Know what you ask for, Jeslyn."

He walked towards the bathroom leaving her on the bed to curl herself up from the pain she was feeling down there.

Maverick could remember that the first and last person to ever call him a liar had his tongue ripped out of his mouth before he was fed to the creatures of the sea. That one word ’liar’ was the one thing he hated the most because it played a big role in the horrific incidents that happened to him In the past.