Disgraceful のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Her back instantly tensed at that, and he tried to see her expression in the frosted glass but he could only get an obscure view of her reflection. He wondered if he was only imagining it, but somehow he could hear her sharp intake of breath. His heart was beating painfully hard as he waited to hear a word pass her lips, but it was the long silence that voiced what he was afraid to hear. "Good Lord." He hissed with a shaken voice as a cold, sickening feeling roiled his stomach. "Why didn't you let me know?" She turned around to face him, a suspicion of sorrow in her eyes. "I decided to keep it. If I ever let you or your family know, we both know what was likely to happen. I would have been forced to terminate it." "I would have never done that." "Even so, there was nothing you could do about it. At the time, you were still too young to deal with that." He couldn't deny it. Even n

When his passion was back under control, he began to move slowly within her. Waves after waves of pleasure rolled through his skin to his nerve endings, dispelling all troubles that had been eating away at his mind all day. "Oh," She startled when an unexpected ripple of delight began to tingle from where their bodies fused into one. Before she could think of anything, the tingling sensation suddenly broke into wild, uncontrollable spasms. She cried out, shuddering all over as pleasure spilled over her in waves. Only then he gave way to his own pleasure. The release came crashing through and he lost utterly in its grip. He sank into a blank, peaceful oblivion where there was nothing but sheer bliss. She waited in silence as he rested his forehead on hers for several moments, bracing himself with his elbows on either side of her shoulders to keep his weight from crushing her. After a while, finally he withdrew from her and pushed himself up,

The loathing in her voice was like another slap on his face, and his hand fell away when she wrested her arm free. Standing still, he let her sidestep him and storm out the door, walking away from him, because he knew it was no use holding her back. He could take her under coercion, but she would only hate him more. Besides, there was no need to rush after her. He knew one thing was for sure. She wouldn't leave without her maid. By now she must be waiting for that friend of hers in the hotel lobby. Walking to the sidetable, he grabbed the half-filled glass and downed its content in one quick swallow. Setting down the glass on the table, his gaze fell to the crystal decanter within inches from his hand, the burgundy-colored liquid in the vessel tempted him to drink the night away. But he knew he would need a clear mind to deal with this. So he hauled a chair to the window and sat there for hours, waiting until the first l

Polly darted a glance at her stomach and shook her head in shock. "Don't tell me that you've slept with him?" Ava turned her gaze away and bit her lip. "Jesus!!! What were you thinking? How could you let him do that thing to you?!!!" Polly shouted, the plate clattered noisily as it landed on the table.  Closing her eyes in desperation, Ava ran her hands through her hair, a helpless sob escaped her as she buried her head in her palms. "That was foolish of me. I thought he really loved me, and I thought we were going to marry soon." "Goodness!!! How could you be so stupid?!! You know what men are like. Especially a man like him. Men are fickle, bouncing from one woman to another on a whim. There's only one thing they're after. Novelty, and novelty fades fast." "How was I supposed to know he was a liar and a cheater? He proposed me wit

She shrieked in surprise when he reached under the water, his strong arms wound around her body, one hand came beneath her underarm to cup the underside of her breast, while the other slid beneath her bent knees. The water sloshed over the rim of the tub, spilling onto the floor and soaking his sleeves as he lifted her out of the tub. Water dripped from her hair and body to the wooden floor as he carried her across the room. Carelessly he threw her onto the bed. His eyes never left hers as he stood by the edge of the bed and began to shed his clothes. One button was undone, followed by another, and his tanned, haired chest peeking from the opening of his clothes. In no time, the rest of his clothing and his boots were heaped on the floor. With all the courage that she could muster, Ava turned to look at him. His powerful shoulders swept down to a pair of sinewed upper arms. His trunk was shaped to perfection with a brutal swell of muscles be