✍️✍️✍️✍️ Hellbound With you Chapter 11 || 12... 15 ✍️✍️✍️✍️


May I have this dance?

At a certain seven-star hotel.

A large, magnificent ballroom had been meticulously set up for what seemed to be a very important and very high class event. The chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling provided little sparkles of light from one end of the room to the other, giving the room a feeling of being under a bright, starry night sky. Many round tables were dotted around the room, decorated tastefully with a red and gold motif, colours of which represented wealth, prosperity and good fortune.

This masquerade ball certainly was a display of wealth and prosperity, from the crystal champagne glasses and silver and gold cutlery to the stunning paintings and decorations on the walls. But that wasn't what caught one's eye! Inside the ballroom were groups of people, each wearing millions of dollars worth of clothing, jewelry and other accessories. The women's jewelry - their earrings, necklaces, bracelets, tiaras, rings - altogether shone brighter than the lights inside the room. Anyone who caught a glimpse inside the room immediately knew that this was a gathering of the most influential, rich and powerful people. And of course, this being a masquerade ball, each person, man and woman, wore a mask which covered a part of or all of their face, adding even more mystery to the already mysterious identities of the people inside.

Walking inside with her hand on Mr. Black Leather Jacket's arm, this was the scene that Aby was presented with and her eyes became as wide as saucers as her jaw dropped in awe. She had never seen so much extravagance in her life! The tables, the decorations, the people! Oh My God! No wonder Mr. Qinn sent her the dress and jewelry and shoes. He definitely didn't want to be embarrassed by her at this important affair. She was also now extremely grateful that she had asked Kelly to help her dress up tonight, otherwise, she would have felt very out of place; not that she didn't already do so.

She knew that the rich threw parties all the time. Kelly had told her stories of the parties that she had had to attend and she imagined what they would be like in her mind but this… this exceeded her expectations to no end. She never could have imagined such a luxurious affair. She thought parties like this only existed in the fictional books she had read.

She snapped out of her awestruck daze when Mr. Black Leather jacket guided her towards the champagne fountain. He took a glass and gave it to her before taking one for himself.

"Thank you," she said, taking a small sip.

"For the nerves," he replied as a smirk formed on his face.

She was about to look for a certain handsome creature when she felt a strong presence behind her. Her skin tingled and she immediately knew that she didn't need to look for him anymore. Large, smooth hands landed on her shoulders as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"May I have this dance?" His deep, sexy, masculine voice sent shivers down her spine and before she could react, Mr. Qinn had already taken her drink and placed it back down on the table. He took her hand and guided her towards the dance floor, where a few other couples were also dancing.

He took one of her hands and smoothly placed it on his lower back and held the other one in his hand. He then slipped his arm behind her and pulled her close to him, leaving no gap between their bodies. Abi's brain had stopped functioning at this point and all she could do was follow his lead.

She was glad that her grandfather taught her how to dance back when she was a teenager but she never would have thought that she would have to use it on a night like this and with a person like him. She never thought that it would feel like this - exhilarating, intense, magical and so much more. She wondered if Cinderella felt this way when she danced with her prince for the very first time.

Her heart was beating so loudly but strangely, she didn't feel tense. She was dancing with him so smoothly, just following his lead and she knew she shouldn't be amazed but she was. He was just so good at this. The way he touched her, the way he led her, the timing of his every movement were all perfectly in time with the music. He was extremely graceful that even she could tell that his movements could only be formed from constant training from a young age. Not only that, she was sure that it could also be from the constant attendance with other noble people of similar backgrounds at events like this. He was noticeably graceful in his movements and adding to it a slight hint of arrogance that was probably drilled into him from birth, she could not think of anyone else who drew everyone's attention without trying, not even the most amazing and successful actors in the world could compare. He was simply magnificent.

Now that she was this close to him, Abi finally had the chance to study his face.

His nose, his lips, his jaw and every contour of his face was just... perfect. There was no other word to describe it. Even though he was wearing a mask, she could still see his grayish eyes through them and they were simply spell-binding. She felt like if she ventured close enough, his eyes would pull her in like quicksand, where there was no escape, and she felt like that was what was happening to her right then.

"Penny for your thoughts?" the man finally spoke, startling her from her reverie.

Abi somehow quickly regained her composure as she responded, "I didn't expect that you would bring me to a party like this."

"Don't you like it?"

"I wouldn't say that, but… This is my first time attending a party like this so I feel a little overwhelmed," she confessed and he gave her a soft enchanting smile, flashing a set of perfect, ultra-white teeth. If only his eyes would smile as well.

"You find the party overwhelming, but not me?" He taunted, seemingly quite amused before his mood shifted yet again. "Tell me about yourself," he added, now serious.

"I am an only child and I'm currently living with my grandparents and my father."

"Are you a student?" Surprisingly, he didn't ask about her mother. Everyone else she said that to, would usually follow up with 'how about your mother?' but this man surprisingly didn't. This was perhaps a very good thing because until now, Aby was still unable to comfortably talk about her mother.

"No, I graduated last year."

"What course?"


"What do you do now? Create music?"

"No. My family runs an orphanage so I am currently helping there for now. I assist the teachers, read stories to the kids and teach music lessons as well." Aby didn't know why he wanted to know these trivial things about her and she couldn't fathom his interest at all, but he continued to stare at her with those penetrating eyes, as if her normal life's story was somehow interesting. She knew it was far from interesting. She really didn't have anything worth telling him, now that she thought about it. Her life was utterly normal and peaceful, so peaceful that most people would think it was boring. She could not think of a single interesting thing to tell him because nothing interesting happened to her before he showed up in her life.

So before the man could ask again, Aby was quick to beat him this time and asked him a question first. "Mr. Qinn, what's your full name?"

Opposite effect

"Mr. Qinn, what's your full name?"

As her voice died down, the music also stopped, indicating that their dance was over. She didn't want to leave the dance floor yet, without hearing the answer to her question, but the man had already pulled her off with him.

He brought her towards a huge staircase and they both went up the stairs. He then led her along a corridor and they didn't stop until they went through a big set of doors which led out to an open air garden. The garden was a beautiful sight to behold. The flowers were in full bloom, an assortment of different types and colours, and the petals seemed to be glowing from the moonlight. But that wasn't all. The view from where they stood was magnificent. The lights of the skyscrapers and the lights of the city below were spread out in front of them like a bright painted canvas.

The man walked towards the railing and leaned on it, facing her. She finally realized that the man was wearing a vintage, classic black suit. She had been so focused on his face until then that she didn't even notice his clothes. As she looked at him standing there, she couldn't help but gape at him. His clothes looked like they were made for him. His black jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly and showed off his well-built physique. He had the look of an immortal god who came down to Earth just to show these measly humans what perfection looked like.

When he removed his mask, he looked at her with those same probing eyes.

Abigail followed suit and lifted her hands to remove her mask as well. Because her silver and blue mask covered her face from her forehead to her cheekbones, no one had seen her face yet, except for Mr. Black Leather jacket.

She slowly pulled it off and looked at him as she put it down, her chin up in the air, as if daring him to reject her this time. The man was silent, his eyes glued on her face but his expression didn't give anything away.

Under the moonlight, Aby waltzed towards him. The silver stones on her dress sparkled, her eyes glimmered and she looked like a goddess - alluring, mystifying and simply beautiful.

The man looked like he couldn't tear his eyes off of her.

With her head up, Aby stood right before him and said, "Mr. Qinn, you still haven't answered my question."

"I'll tell you once you pass the test."

"I still didn't pass the test?" Abi was shocked. She thought that she had at least attracted him. She was pretty sure because he still hadn't moved his gaze away from her. What did this mean? Did this mean that her observation was wrong and he still found her unattractive?

Abigail was speechless. She didn't know how to react or what to think.

The man watched her expression and the corner of his lips lifted up before he moved and leaned in on her. He bent close to her until his lips were about to touch her ear.

"Indeed, you've proven yourself well. You certainly exceeded my expectations," he whispered. His breath touched her skin, electrocuting her nerves, that she almost forgot to breathe. His voice seemed to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ear.

But the fact that she was wrong in thinking that he was still not attracted to her was enough to awaken Aby's dumbstruck nerves. However, the smile that was about to appear on her face faded as soon as she heard what he said next.

"But not yet, you still haven't passed the test," he said and Abi immediately looked at him with widened eyes.

"Ehh? What do you mean?"

"There's still one last test that you need to pass."

"One last test?"

He nodded, his eyes searching hers carefully.

Abi heaved a long sigh before she looked at him again. "Okay, tell me what it is, then." She said, looking intent and determined.

Her seemingly unwavering decisiveness made him narrow his eyes. "Are you sure?"


For a moment, the man didn't move, nor did he make a sound, upon hearing her firm one-word answer but in the next second, he dragged her towards an elevator and brought her to the hotel's highest floor. He was silent and Abi couldn't help but feel her heart starting to race wildly.

They both then entered a presidential suite which screamed of luxury. Long, thick, velvet curtains hung from the walls and covered the windows, preventing all light from penetrating through. The large lounge area was dotted with expensive furniture, tables and chairs and lounge suites. There was a bar at one end, filled with expensive bottles of alcohol and the bedroom was on the other end.

The man stopped after taking a step inside and Aby closed the door behind her. He then turned to look at her.

He extended his arms and leaned on the door with her jailed between them. He stared at her and then he dangled the keycard in front of her face.

"I'll put this here," he said as he placed the keycard on the table right next to the door. "You are free to leave once you change your mind," he added, smiling wickedly again.

Aby fought the urge to gulp. He was at it again, taunting her to change her mind. Somehow, every time he did this, it only resulted in making Abi become even more determined. She knew that he was trying to make her change her mind but what he was doing strangely had the opposite effect on her.

She didn't talk back this time. She was already here. No matter what challenges he put in front of her, from here on out, she would no longer change her mind.

Seeing that the girl didn't even falter, the man lifted his hand and touched her cheek.

"Are you scared?" he whispered and the girl was quick to answer "No", causing the man to chuckle. He gazed down at her one last time before he took her hand and dragged her towards the bedroom.
The first step

The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit - mood lighting, she supposed - and Abi found herself standing a few feet away from a large king sized bed.

Abigail knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered this suite. She wasn't going to lie to herself. Deep within her, she still wished that this man would be like the male leads she had read in her favorite romantic novels – a gentleman, sweet, dotting and respectful, a man who wouldn't do this thing without love for his partner.

However, she knew right from the start that he was not that type of man. He clearly showed her and even told her the very first time they met, that he didn't do love and never would. In short, he might only wanted a girlfriend for company or for his sexual needs. He made it clear enough from the very beginning that this was what she could expect and he warned her, not once but many times, to stay away. Yet, here she was, willingly following him to the depths of hell, despite the thudding of her pulse, because she believed that this was the man she had been looking for, the answer to her wish, a man that she could fall in love with but one who wouldn't love her back.

She knew he wasn't the type of man who would wait until they were in love with each other before doing this so she already mentally prepared herself. But now that it was actually happening, she couldn't help but slightly waver. This wasn't as easy as she thought. She didn't know doing this took a lot of courage. She wondered why her classmates in high school who she overheard talking about having sex made it sound like it was so easy. Somehow, she began to see them as super brave individuals because compared to them, she, a 22 year old adult, was struggling.

Quietly letting out a deep breath, Aby re-assessed her resolve but in the end, her decision didn't change. She already bravely asked him to bring her to his hell despite him telling her it was not a good place. This was her choice and she would commit to it because she just got the feeling that this was the last chance she would ever get, that if she didn't take this chance, she would die without fulfilling her one and only wish.

When the man moved towards the bedside table, Aby closed her eyes for a while, barely hearing his footsteps muffled by the soft, thick carpet. The moment she opened her eyes again, intense emotions overflowed within them, indicating her steely resolve to go through with this.

She stood there and quietly watched him as he removed his watch and placed it on top of the table. Her eyes followed him as he walked over to the other side of the room, removed his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. She observed him carefully and she couldn't help but gape at how inhumanly graceful his movements were; so graceful it was hypnotic.

After removing his necktie, he nonchalantly walked back towards the bed and promptly made himself comfortable. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with one leg straight and the other folded up, so his knee was up in the air with his wrist resting on top of it. He gazed at her sexily as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his other hand, stopping only once he reached the button that would expose his chest.

The view of him sitting there, in the middle of a vast bed, was just jaw dropping. She felt like she needed to rub her eyes and pinch her cheeks just to make sure she wasn't imagining things, but even she knew that her imagination could never come up with a scene like this one. His eyes were smoldering with all the sexiness in the world without him even trying, which caused Abi's heart to pound even harder. She could not take her eyes off him; no, she didn't want to take her eyes off him and miss out on this spectacular image. He was undoubtedly the sexiest man she'd ever met - not that she had met many men in her lifetime, but that was beside the point. The point was no man could ever compare to him.

They both quietly stared at each other for a long while. She saw his eyes deliberately travel from her head down to her toes and then back again. His expression was still unreadable but she could at least feel the intensity from his eyes as he looked at her, giving her confidence that maybe this man really did find her attractive.

It wasn't because Aby didn't have enough confidence in herself - she knew that she looked beautiful, especially that night - but this man right before her was on a whole other level - almost godlike. She wouldn't blame him if he turned around and told her that she barely passed his standards. She even truly believed that none of the girls in this country, including her, were good-looking enough to even stand next to him.

As Abigail was busy thinking about just how high his standards might be, the man on the bed continued to survey her. This time, his gaze felt like a black waterfall that gently caressed its way down Aby's neck, along her collarbones, down the valley of her cleavage, and stopped just above her tiny waist.

And then, finally, he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Strip," he commanded. His voice wasn't harsh nor cold but he sounded so authoritative as he uttered that single word, like he was used to giving orders and just expected them to be done without question.

Abi was shocked, so shocked that she immediately fell into a daze. She knew what was going to happen the moment she entered this suite but she never expected him to ask her to strip by herself. Weren't they supposed to kiss first and then help each other undress while they were lost in each other's kisses? That was how it always happened in books and movies.

Abigail thought that she prepared herself enough for what was about to come but this was too unexpected. This was not a scenario that she had envisaged and she was suddenly faced with a dilemma she hadn't even considered. She didn't know where to even start!

Her silence and the shock on her face, of course, didn't escape the man's notice.

"You can't do it?" His eyes narrowed. "This is just the first step of the last test, Miss Lee."

Abigail subconsciously swallowed. She was shocked but surprisingly, she didn't feel scared. She looked at him in the eyes and although she still wasn't able to decipher anything from it, somehow, she felt like this man would never hurt her. Even though she had only met him a few times, deep down she felt that she would be safe with him and it was definitely a mystery to her. She was only freaking out because she had absolutely no idea how to do this. She had never ever done anything like this before but she was now twenty two years old and it was about time she experienced what it would be like to be a woman in a man's arms.

"The first step?"

"Just the first step."

"I can do it," she declared. Her voice was a little louder, as if she was trying to give herself some encouragement, before she finally moved. She reached her arm out behind her and easily found the zip. There was shyness and hesitation in her movements as if she was a little unsure of herself. She then pulled the zip slowly downwards, feeling her dress loosen up the moment she did so. She instinctively caught the front of her dress with her other hand and held it up. Once she finished unzipping her dress, she straightened up and her arms were crossed over her chest, holding the dress in place and preventing it from falling off. She looked up and he lifted an eyebrow when he met her eyes, as if he was asking a silent question. However, he saw that her gaze was steady and she didn't look away from him. It was obvious that her resolve was as solid as a rock.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before carefully moving her arms away and letting the dress fall gracefully around her feet.

Abigail still had her eyes closed so she didn't notice his Adam's apple bob up and down the moment her dress fell on the floor. He was staring at Abi with bewilderment as she stood there, blushing, with her arms crossed over her again, covering her chest.

After watching her for a long while, the man spoke again. "Pleasure yourself."

"Hmm?" Abigail blinked three times. She looked like he had just spoken to her in a different language.

Her reaction made the man's eyes slightly narrow again.

"Fine." He sighed as he reached out towards the top drawer of the bedside table and took out something pink from inside it.

He handed her an egg-shaped, pink vibrator and then returned to his spot.

The girl blinked again as she examined, with deep curiosity, the pink egg-shaped thing in her hand.

"Don't make me wait. Put it inside," the man ordered and Abi swallowed.

Abi had no idea whatsoever as to what this thing was. She had never seen anything like this before. She wanted to ask him what this thing was and what he meant by 'put it inside' but the man was so serious, she was afraid she'd fail the test if she showed him that she didn't even know what this was.

"Is this clean?" was what she asked instead and the man half-smiled.

"It. Is. Very. Clean." He stressed out every word.

Still unsure about what to do, Abi hesitantly looked at him and then in the next second, she put it inside her mouth.

The man was completely stunned for a moment and his jaw actually fell from his astonishment. He just could not believe that she did that! The face that was so indecipherable just a moment ago, now expressed an emotion that Abi did not expect. It was obvious he found what she did utterly shocking.

His reaction made Abi immediately realize that what she did was not what she was supposed to do with that thing and she hastily spat it out of her mouth into her palm. She was panicking a little and blushing even harder. She bit her bottom lip and her eyes wandered around as she tried to compose herself.

"You… have you never seen this thing before?" the man asked and Abi quickly shook her head. She heard him let out a quiet sigh and his expression was back to its unreadable state.

"Come over here," he commanded again and Abi meekly walked towards him, her face as red as a ripened tomato. As she got closer to him, her heartbeat sped up and it drummed loudly in her ears.

"Give it to me." Another command was given to her as he lifted his hand towards her and Abi placed the pink thing on his palm. He put it on top of the bedside table and held his hand out towards her again. She placed her hand on his and then he pulled her towards the bed, indicating for her to hop on it. She climbed on, one leg after the other, and knelt before him.

Abi bit her lips to control her breathing. She was so nervous that her hands were shaking slightly but she didn't despise this overwhelming feeling. Surprisingly, she was filled with anticipation instead. She felt like she was now pushing open the door to this unknown world, a world she had been wishing to see for a while now. This was definitely the most thrilling thing she had ever done in her life, if not the most daring too.

She looked at the man who still held her hand captive and patiently waited for his next instructions. However, to her surprise, he pulled her hand closer to his face where the tip of his nose slightly grazed her knuckles. He then softly placed a kiss on them before opening up her fingers. Abi watched him as he slowly opened his mouth and placed her finger inside it. He then closed and sucked on it, ran his tongue along it as he slowly drew it out again.

Abi gasped in both surprise and pleasure. The unexpected action caused her body to react in ways it had never done before. She was overwhelmed by all the new sensations she was experiencing at that moment that she nearly missed his next words.

He released her hand and said, "use your hand then," as he gazed up at her through his long thick lashes. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he saw her reaction to his teasing but there was also a hint of something else, something dark and dangerous.

However, Abigail was too much in a daze to notice and she was also distracted by what he just said. She just blinked again as she froze before him. Use my hand? For what?

"Touch yourself," he added and Abi's brows knotted in confusion. She thought that he was going to do something more - a kiss on the lips, embrace her so that they would be closer to each other - but 'touch yourself' was what he came up with? She thought that this was a two person deal but all he was doing was ordering her around and making her do things by herself. What was going on?

"Abigail, are you trying to test my patience?" The man smiled wickedly when Abi didn't move, causing her to snap back to the present. Unsure of what he was wanting, she awkwardly lifted her arms, crossed it and hugged herself, touching her own shoulders down to her elbow.

"Like this?" she asked, innocently.

The man finally snapped. What was this woman doing? Was she actually trying to test his patience, because if she was, she was doing a hell of a job in making sure she succeeded. His patience was definitely running out pretty damned quickly!

"Uhm… please don't make me guess. Touch myself? Sure, but where? Can you please just be specific?" she asked, somewhat frustrated herself, but her expression was serious.

"You…" He lifted his hand and touched her chin. He flashed his wicked killer smile again as if he just realized something interesting. "Oh, so you want me to say it, huh? Okay, since you impressed me with how beautiful you were tonight, I'll grant your request," he muttered sexily as he traced her jaw with his finger. "Touch your sex."

Abigail was shocked. Her face immediately burned red. She swallowed her own saliva as she looked down at him. 'Oh. So that's what he meant…' She suddenly felt shy again. She was utterly shocked but she thought that this might be normal so in the next moment, she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, then she placed her hand over her flat, toned stomach.

Her hand then slowly traveled downwards over her flat abdomen and over her sexy, black, lacy underwear. The man leaned back to get a better view of her. The girl's hand went down some more and at last her finger found her sex and touched it through her lacy underwear, as he asked. He waited in anticipation but the girl didn't move her hand again.

He looked up at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I touched it."

". . ." The man was again rendered speechless but he calmly closed his eyes before he spoke again.

"Move your hand," he ordered and Abi quickly moved her hand away from her sex.

"What are you doing?"

"I moved my hand," she said, looking at him with an innocent expression.

His jaw just dropped and not for the first time that night.


To my dear readers,

I know that our ML's actions are very uncomfortable to some of u. I did say beforehand that this story will be much more daring and different from all my other books. As an author, i'd like to dare and try something new and challenge myself and go for a journey i never tried before.

So I'd like to ask you guys to give this book a chance and read further before u decide dropping it or not. I know you guys already know my style, that there will always be a reason behind everything that happens, and why the leads are like that and everything.

Also, i'd like to tell you that this book is my entry for the theme "SWEET LOVE". With that alone, i know you guys already know what to expect in the near future ^_~. I'm not going to spoil anything so i hope you will follow Abi's journey till the end.

Last one, i know you already saw that this book is r-18 but i still want to remind everyone. ^^

Thank u and please know that i will always do my very best and give everything i got to make this story worthy of your time, love and support.



Don't tell me... 18+


He tried several times to say something but nothing came out. Finally, he snapped. He inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening.

"Miss Lee… don't test my patience."

"H-huh? I'm just doing what you told me to do!"

They stared at each other. The man could now see that this girl seemed to be really clueless about all this but he didn't want to believe it. She was freaking 22 years old, not some 16-year-old high school student! He found it very hard to believe that a twenty-year-old woman like her seemed utterly clueless and ignorant about sex. If she told him that he had never pleasured herself or used any sex toys, he might be able to believe that, but there was no way she hadn't watched or read or heard about these things in her twenty-two years of existence! Moreover, she was the one bravely went through with this!

Unless… Was she trying to be coy? He had met plenty of girls before who acted all coy like this but this girl was on a whole other level. Her level was way above everyone else who ever tried acting all innocent with him; she definitely surpassed them all, even the award winning actresses. No one ever made him this speechless before but what was even more unbelievable was that he truly felt that she wasn't trying to be coy at all, that she was indeed just too pure and innocent.

At that moment, he was torn between what he felt and what he believed. Unfortunately, the latter argument won. There was just no way she would be this bold if she was still pure.

He suddenly moved, drawing his body close to hers. His crisp breath drifted over her face gradually as the man's handsome, enchanting face loomed closer to hers, a wry smile on his face. He took her hand, yanked her towards him and she landed on his hard, muscled chest. The moment he touched her, she felt an electric shock run through her. The hair on her arms stood up and she felt a tingle start from her fingertips go all the way to her toes. Her skin felt more sensitive to the touch. In the next second, she felt him place a hand over her head and he caressed her hair gently, like he was petting a little lamb.

"So you want me to be the one to touch you, huh? What a sly little lamb you are," he smirked, as he whispered in her ear. "I don't like defiant little girls but… since you're so beautiful tonight, I'll make an exception."

She shivered as his breath touched the sensitive skin on her neck. His deep, sexy voice also may have had something to do with it. She never would have thought that the combination of just his breath and voice could make her body react like that.

She waited for him to make a move and she didn't have to wait for long. He rolled her over onto her back so that he was now half on top of her, with an arm cradling her head. His other hand roamed over her body, from her shoulders to her thighs, feeling her smooth and delicate curves.

Just as she was getting used to the feeling of his smooth hands touching her bare skin, he suddenly kissed her neck, that sensitive spot just below her ear, and her brain malfunctioned. Her skin had become sensitive to his touch and everything felt so intensified that she didn't know what was happening anymore. What was this?

Abigail tried to feel everything that he was doing to her but everything just felt so good that she couldn't help but react. She was losing herself to her instincts and desire and there was no mistake about it - she didn't dislike it.

He kissed her neck, licked and sucked on it and she moaned with pleasure. Her hand went to his head and her fingers tangled through his hair.

Hearing her moan made the man smile inwardly but he didn't stop. Instead, he moved his mouth from her nape down to her collarbone, towards her twin peaks. They were still covered by a sexy, black, lacy bra but these couldn't hide her erect nipples. Moving down to his next targets, he freed his arm from under her head and both hands then covered these perfect little mountains. He gave them a little squeeze before he brushed his thumbs over them in a flicking action.

Abi could not think anymore and just bit her lip to stop another moan from escaping. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she arched her back. Her reactions were so uninhibited that he was starting to feel really uncomfortable down there.

Strangely, this was such a damned turn on for him. He usually liked assertive girls because from his vast experience, no girl could give him a hard on by just standing naked before him. All the girls he took to his bed were the ones who made the effort turn him on. Anyone who failed to do so would not pass his test and yet, this girl had actually made him initiate things this time? The strangest thing was that he was so damn turned on even though she didn't even really do anything at all! In fact, she did the opposite of what he wanted her to do! So why was it that he just couldn't stop himself? For the first time ever, he felt impatient and his desire was starting to take control. This was not like him at all!

After giving some attention to her perfect breasts, he set his sights lower down. He slipped his hand from her breast, over her abdomen and stopped when it met the edge of her underwear. He slipped a finger just under the elastic.

And then, without more warning, his hand snuck underneath her lacy underwear and touched her most private part. Abi jolted, her eyes flew wide open and her legs closed instantly, trapping his hand between her legs.

Her reaction made the man's brows knot.

"Don't tell me… nobody has touched you here before?" He asked in a husky voice that turned her guts into mush.

She squirmed uncomfortably as she shook her head, causing the man's eyes to darken as he froze there, looking at her in disbelief.