5. Blindfold!

Marona's POV 

After that day, I never saw Mikhail again. I focused on my studies and Laurence but he never stopped haunting my dreams. His warning was already giving me nightmares. It felt like his eyes never left me, I was feeling him watching me all the time. 

It won't be wrong if I say that Mikhail had occupied my mind more than Laurence. I was terrified to see him again and was praying every day that I won't meet the murderer ever. It made me so relieved after knowing that he wasn't going to attend our wedding. 

Shaking my thoughts aside, I freshened up. Laurence came late that night, I was waiting for him because I was feeling alone. I always want him to hold me closer but he is never around. He is always busy at work. I miss him but I don't want to be clingy so I never complain to him. 

I know, once he solves his business problems then he will give me the time I deserve. I'll wait for the day when he won't let me go out of his sight like a good husband should do. 

He came back and went to freshen up without saying anything. I also changed into my silk night gown and sat on the bed. 

"How are you feeling now?"

He asked as he came back.

"Better."

I replied as my eyes roamed on him. Laurence is tall and has a good physique. He might not be the most handsome Delgado but he is the one for me. 

He just nodded and sat beside me.

"Don't take so much stress, you are fine here."

I nodded and hugged him, trying to seek comfort from him. My hands travelled on his chest, trying to allure him in the same feeling which I am feeling. 

He groaned when I kissed his neck. 

"Marona, I am tired"

"Please"

I sighed disappointed. 

"I need it! You are always busy."

He released a sigh and responded to my approach, I tilted my head when he pampered my neck with kisses. 

He removed my shrug leaving me in a strapless short silk gown and I am not wearing anything underneath. 

Laurence laid me back on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes didn't hold any emotions. He just looked like a man who was completing his task. 

I frowned, what's wrong with him?

He kissed my neck again and I tried to feel the same old emotions but it wasn't turning me on. I felt the urge to stop him because it felt like forced but I didn't, thinking that he would feel bad. Maybe I shouldn't have forced him, he doesn't look interested.

Suddenly his phone rang and he huffed. 

"Laure___"

I sighed when he grabbed the phone and answered it in the middle of our time. 

"Yeah, father... No, I am not doing anything important..."

He answered while getting up from my body and grabbing his shirt. 

"I'll come!"

I sat up and looked at him confused when he started leaving. 

"Sorry, I'll be back in no time." 

He looked at me and walked out. 

I rubbed my face frustrated and got up while grabbing my shrug, groaning in annoyance I tossed it away. 

Why does Laurence look different nowadays? He doesn't give any attention to me. He didn't even ask what happened to me today and why I fainted. My whole life I ran behind the thing 'Love', when I met Laurence, it felt like I finally found it but did I? Sometimes it feels like my hunt is not over yet. 

I shook my head, what am I thinking? Laurence is my husband and he loves me.

I stood by the window and looked out at the moonlight, the cool breeze fanned my face as I hugged myself. 

The night gown I am wearing is just filthy material which is hiding nothing, as wind touched me it showed the exact replica of my naked body which is covered in thin material. 

This was my foolish attempt to seduce Laurence and now I feel dumb.

Maybe I am thinking too much, he is just stressed and focused on upcoming events. I should give him time. 

Suddenly the lights switched off, I looked out and saw that it was a blackout. It wasn't completely dark, the faint moonlight was there. 

I was about to turn around to go to bed when something hard touched my back. Strong arms slowly and gently wrapped around my waist. So manly and possessive. 

My lips turned into a soft smile as my hope came back.

"So you finally found your way back?"

I chuckled softly.

His hands wrapped around me like chains to bind me to his body, like he was as desperate as me. My back of head automatically rested on his broad chest as his hands travelled through the valley of my curves like it's made for him. 

His face travelled from my shoulder to neck like he is breathing me in like his favourite drugs. 

Fuck, I needed this so much. This warm touch and hold is all I want after staying lonely in soul shattering silence. 

My hand travelled back to his neck as I tried to pull him closer desperately. His arms pulled on my waist and our bodies desperately tried to feel each other. 

He is smelling so good, I want to get lost in him. 

I loosened myself completely, letting myself fall on him.

"I want to feel you..."

I rarely sound so slutty. 

"Make me breathless, make me forget everything... Please!" 

I never felt so desperate, maybe his lack of attention towards me nowadays is taking a toll on me. 

I was about to turn around but his strong hands stopped me and I felt him wrapping his handkerchief around my eyes. 

I let out a small chuckle. 

"What has happened to you?"

He was never kinky.

I gasped when he possessively pulled me back by waist like my voice ignited something in him. 

His wet lips touched and travelled on my shoulder and the strap dangled on my arm under his soft abuses. 

A loud gasp escaped my mouth when he groped my heavy breast in his hands and played with it while sucking on my neck. 

"Fuck!"

I tried to hold on to him but he was behind me. 

I turned around and tried to touch him but he slammed me against the half window. 

His large hand grabbed my jaw as he pulled it closer and I could feel him stopping near my lips. His whisky breathing fanned my face. 

His thumb gently caressed my cleavage, the dress hardly covers my nipples. His warm thumb filled my body with goosebumps and hand gently caressed my blossom like he was admiring it. 

His touch gently started fading from my body. 

"Don't stop, please!"

I pulled him closer by the neck and gave him my lips to dominate, I placed my lips on his to taste and he did. Damn, I never felt so good in kissing. His tongue dominated mine like he knows how to tame it. 

My hands got lost in his hair as I did futile attempts to pull him closer. It was a competition, like we both didn't want to let go of our lips. But I lost, I pulled back to catch my breath but I couldn't stop myself from touching and feeling his neck with my lips. He smells so good. 

I am sure that my ragged breathing must have shown him how desperate I am to feel him. My lips parted slightly like I am begging him silently to not make me wait. 

I tried to remove my blindfold but at the same time I felt him stepping back from me.

"No!"

I quickly circled my hands around his neck and pulled him closer, I sucked on his neck desperately while touching my lower body to his. 

I heard him groan as he turned me around, taking our old position. My back rested on his chest again and he grabbed my breasts to make me moan in pleasure. 

His hand slowly travelled towards my womanhood and I hid my face in his neck to inhale him. 

When his hand travelled under my short dress, he chuckled in my ears like he was teasing me for not wearing anything underneath. 

My face filled with blush. 

I bit on lips and shifted in my place when his fingers parted my lower lips and buried in my wetness. I heard him taking a deep breath when he felt it between his fingers. I was never turned on by his mere deep breath, why did it sound so sexy?

My hands clutched on his collar when he started circling my clit. I gasped loudly when he inserted his fingers inside me and made me clench around him. 

He feels so good tonight. Like a good first time.

My body moved against him like a snake as he drove me crazy with his fingers. 

My mouth was dropped open, gasping and moaning. He placed the thumb of his free hand in my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it to suck it like a slut I am acting right now. 

I literally got on my toes when he made me orgasm with an earth shattering feeling. I have never felt this before, why did it come out so strong tonight? Why is it feeling so good? 

I struggled to catch my breath while resting my head on his chest. Shit, I am breathing like I have ran a marathon. 

He let me rest on him until I came down. 

I turned around and smiled while pecking his lips.

"It's already dark, what's the use of blindfolding me?"

He didn't say anything, just fixed the strap of my dress and stepped back from me. 

"I need to use the washroom, don't go anywhere"

I turned around while removing my blindfold and went to the washroom. 

My legs literally wobbled as I walked, he was really on something tonight. I chuckled to myself but he felt like an old Laurence so I am not complaining.

This is the Laurence I crave for everyday, why can't he be passionate like this every time we are together. Tonight there was different possessiveness in his touch like he is trying to win me, telling me how good he can make me feel. 

I blushed at the feeling. 

I don't think I'll be able to do anything now, my body is cold. I am done for tonight. 

He found a mindful way to satisfy me without using his energy, he said he was tired. 

I yawned lazily as tiredness started taking over. 

Suddenly the lights switched on and I sighed in relief, finally it's bright but I don't mind blackout if it's going to be sizzling like this. 

I chuckled at my naughty thoughts and came out of the washroom. Laurence was missing from the room, did he go out again?

He entered the room just after a few seconds when I was thinking about him and I stopped by the bed. 

He looked up at me and smiled apologetically. 

"Sorry, Father wanted to discuss something important... Sorry, I left you like that."

I frowned.

"You didn't come after you left?"

He looked at me confused. 

"I just entered in front of you, what are you talking about?"

My head snapped towards the window in horror. 

If Laurence was out then who was with me?

My legs gave up as I sat on the bed shocked. God! What did I do?

"What happened?" 

He asked as he sat beside me. 

"I know you must be mad at me... Come here!"

He pulled me under him and tried to kiss my neck. It didn't feel like before. Shit, who was he and how can I not recognise my husband's touch? 

Should I tell Laurence, what if he gets angry and doubts my character? Not only him but everyone in the family will do that. 

No one will understand me. 

I can't tell this to anyone. No one will understand what happened to me. 

How can I be in so much heat that I got lost to this extent?

Laurence's teeth roughly pulled my skin and I hissed in pain. 

He looked at me with a frown.

"Do you really want it?"

How should I tell him that my body has already turned cold and I am not ready for it again. 

"I am no longer in the mood, sorry!"

"It's okay! I was tired anyway... Good night!"

He slid down beside me and I tried to hold on to him to calm my ramming heart but he turned to his side showing me his back. 

I need his hold now, but I shouldn't blame him. He is tired and needs rest. I don't want to come out as clingy. 

I hugged the pillow and within seconds I fell asleep with the tiredness which the man behind the blindfold gave me.

When I woke up in the morning, the first thought crossed my mind was about last night. 

I have to find out and confront the man who was in my room last night. How dare he touch me when he knows that I am someone else's wife? I didn't know but he was aware of the reality.

I am not going to leave him now. 

Laurence was already ready for the day when he came out of the closet and frowned when he saw a handkerchief laying by the window. 

My eyes widened. This is the same thing which he wrapped around my eyes. 

Laurence grabbed it and frowned. 

"What is Mikhail's handkerchief doing here?"

He asked confused and ground beneath my feet slipped away with his words. 

"Mikhail?"

I mumbled in shock while trying to grab on something to take the support but there was nothing. I sat on the bed as my heart rammed in my chest.

"Yeah, his handkerchiefs has M written on it... It's his handkerchief not mine... Maid must have messed the laundry clothes, return it."

He tossed it towards me and walked out. 

The cloth landed on my face and I inhaled the same smell. 

How can he be Mikhail? Mikhail doesn't smell like this then how did he smelled different last night? Why would he pleasure me? Why would he act as desperate as me? Why would he act like he was admiring me? 

I clasped my mouth in horror. If he was Mikhail then I begged and pulled him into it. He touched me!

Why did he do that and how should I face him now?