Unwrap Your Desire

OLIVIA

I recalled when I was still working at the bar, I lost count on how many rich men– may it be politicians, business owners and models- had tried their luck to take me out and book me in a hotel just to get into my pants. They told me a lot of flowery words and empty promises so they could tame me, but my smart mind always ruled me out of holding on to such offers.

I was raised in an orphanage whose head master loved to groom orphaned children for his own satisfaction. I was nearly raped by him when I was young and that, out of any, scarred my heart and brought a trauma to my well being. Even though I have grown into a brave woman who decided to work in a bar for money to thrive, whenever a man tried to touch me, my body would instantly flinch, and I would feel shivers creeping me out. Despite the fact that I had lived with my medications, the traumatic past I had still haunted me whenever it felt like wanting me to collapse in front of a perverted man.

But it was not the same case with Chase. For some unknown reason, my smart mind didn’t say anything even though Chase was devouring me like his favorite sweet candy right here in the motel room. In fact, it wanted the other way around- to go along with this madness I had initiated myself, and see where it would lead me.

Heat radiated through my body and soul. Chase’s warm touches were burning my skin, as if I was in a wildfire. It was triggering something inside of me that wanted to come out. I kissed him back with the same intensity as my hand started to caress his soft hair while he pinned his body on me. I could not help but let out a moan when he bit my lower lip. My eyes were shut closed, surrendering to this familiar sensation he made me feel.

“You definitely knew how to turn me on,” he murmured in between our kisses.

He looked at me, eyes painting such lust and love that supposed to be seen by Reese Jones, but she was stupid enough to run away and had missed such an opportunity.

“Oh, are you?” I licked my lower lip and leered at him.

His lips curled up for a boyish grin, then looked at my breasts and massaged one of them, while his lips went to the other and planted soft kisses on it. My body flared with how his hand squeezed my breast in a way that I would be pleased with perfectly. I had to mutter a curse, thinking how my lace bra became such a killjoy at this point.

Then I heard him chuckle. It was as if he knew what I had been thinking about, his hand traveled at my back, and he unclasped the hook of my bra without a sweat. My cheeks flushed instantly when he tossed my bra on the ground. I was well aware that I had gone naked in front of him yesterday in his office, but I could never escape the shame whenever he looked at me with such admiration as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He claimed the peak of breast, while his other hand played with the other. My mouth formed an ‘o’, then bit my lower lip when I felt the roughness with how he sucked my peak like a child. He continued doing it for a couple of minutes and then his lips went up to kiss me again.

Chase’s kiss was definitely passionate and it drove me crazy. I felt that my whole body was aching for more. I let out a moan when I felt his tongue parting my lips, swirling through the inside of my mouth which ignited the sensation engulfing my entire system. I clung my arms on his neck, one hand traveled all the way to his robust back, and caressed his every enhanced muscle flexing whenever he grinded on top of me. His body was something to drool for, I had to say. It was as if he had spent a lot of time working out in the gym to reach this kind of perfect masculinity. I couldn’t help but smile, as my hand traveled down to his ass and squeezed one of its cheeks.

He chuckled. He rose and started removing his clothes without breaking our eye contact. I smirked as if it seemed like I was watching a strip show but then my cheeks flushed when I looked between his thighs. He was totally turned on, huge and my gut just screamed that I would be in big trouble . . . at the same time, my inner self felt so excited, nervous and curious as this would be the first time I would be having sexual intercourse with someone who was very appealing, and undeniably irresistible.

He climbed on top of me, one hand traveled down my sex and gently caressed it that made me suck in a breath. He continued with the same motion, while his lips started to plant soft kisses on my neck in a rough manner. Minutes passed and I felt that something was building up inside of me. It was powerful, desirable and as Chase continued to play with my sex down there, the more I wanted to reach something. My moan became louder, hips grinding in the same rhythm to welcome every assault his fingers made. My back arched as I reached an intense climax, mouth half opened and my body convulsed beneath him.

“We are not done yet, baby . . .” he murmured, kissed me on the lips and then parted my legs apart.

Biting my lips as he removed his underwear, I already knew where this was going . . . and hell, I would not even try to back out.

“You are mine tonight,” I said as I rose to claim his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and in one swift move, he made me sit on his lap.

“I am always yours, Reese . . .” he whispered to my ear, before he tried to make an attempt to enter me.

***

The blinding sunlight reflecting from the window has awakened me. I slowly opened my eyes, scratched one of them and yawned. My body felt so heavy and exhausted, soreness could be felt in between my thighs, which was proof that whatever it was that happened last night, it was far from a dream but a reality.

A morning smile escaped my lips, hand traveled to the arm snaked around my waist, and felt Chase’s calm breathing on my neck. I looked over my shoulders and saw his angelic sleeping face. Even though he was asleep, he still had this God-like features that would make every woman drool over him.

I noticed his long jet black eye lashes. I had to say that it was longer than mine. Nose was pointed and seemed to be perfectly sculptured, defined cheeks and jaw, and protruded soft lips that had kissed every bit of me last night. I could feel my cheeks flushing simply by staring at his sinful lips, waves of vivid memory as to how he took me numerous times in this filthy room made my stomach giddy.

I used to picture sexual intercouse as rough, painful and traumatic, provided that I grew up in an environment where grown up men loved to go after innocent children who were weak enough to protect themselves. I had pictured it as disgusting and inhumane . . . but I guess I was all wrong this time . . . that it could not be painful and traumatic so long as there were mutual consents, trust and connection between the two parties.

Perhaps I was stupid to even think that every man could act like a devil whenever their libido kicked in. But no, Chase made me realize that I was wrong to even judge all men that way because last night, he made me feel like I deserved to be touched and worshiped in a manner that my body would not feel any fear . . . and I must admit that I really liked that feeling.

His brow furrowed when my fingertips started tracing circles onto his cheek down his chin. Slowly, he opened his eyes and I was greeted by his gorgeous oceanic eyes.

“Good morning,” he uttered huskily, kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly underneath the duvet; our naked bodies brushed against each other. “You are up too early . . . aren t you tired?”

“I am,” I replied and shut my eyes, smelling his manly scented perfume that lingered to his neck and shoulder.

“Get more sleep then. We stayed up very late,” he said as he began caressing my bare back. “We will go home before the afternoon.”

Surely, he was right. I didn’t know where I got the strength to have sex with him for almost three hours. I thought I would have been fine with one to two rounds but dang, the more our bodies touched, the more I would crave for more. I was all too aware that a human body would not be able to handle such consecutive sexual intercouse, but I felt proud that I would able to stil manage to cuddle with him after having five of it.

“I am so sorry if I was rough on you last night . . .” he uttered.

My cheeks flushed. I hid my face on his chest, trying to cool myself down as I recalled everything we did last night. Well, I had to admit that he was, indeed, rough. He surely felt the awkwardness, but then shoved it by chuckling and hugging me even more.

I became more relaxed by then. I did not know why but I started to like this feeling. This time with him kind of brought me a peace of mind, even though I knew to myself that everything was not supposed to be enjoyed by me, as I was not the real Reese Jones. But to hell with the truth, right? Reese was not even here to pick up a fight with me for stealing her life.

“I love you, Reese . . .” he whispered. That made my heart panic inside.

I sucked in a breath when he leaned down and gave me soft kisses on my lips. It was warm, passionate and alluring that it triggered something within me, the same sensation I felt from last night. I kissed him back and only stopped after what seemed to be a minute. I met his gaze, and I instantly saw the lust in his eyes. I swallowed so hard, rose up and positioned myself on top of him.

We kissed . . . and kissed, and as the heat started to build up through my body, a demanding and loud knock on the door interrupted us.

“Hey! Open the door right now. We are police officers and we need to talk to you!” said the man from the outside and continued knocking on the door as if he had something urgent to say.

But, wait . . . police officers?

Chase and I both looked at the door, then glanced at each other with confusion. My forehead creased as I didn’t understand why there would be a police officer coming here and would want to talk to us . . .

“They said they are police officers, Chase. What did we do?” I asked him, fear started to engulf my entire body.

“Do not worry. I will talk to them,” he assured me even though he looked very confused as well.

We both got off the bed and started getting dressed. I could have sworn that my heart was thumping so loud that I felt my rib cage would be broken in an instance. Chase had already worn his pants when he walked directly to the door. He looked over at me, biting my nails as I watched him.

“Do not worry,” he mouthed and gave me a smile before he opened up the door.

Two big police officers were outside of the room, and their faces looked very unfriendly. I gulped, walked toward Chase, and hid behind him as I listened to their conversation.

“Sir, do you own the black car with a plate number NSP 09678?” one of the police officer’s questioned Chase.

“Yes, I do, Sir. Is there a problem?”

“We got a tip that the car was loaded with illegal substances. Maybe you can spare a little time and help us inspect the car?”

My eyes widened, bewildered, with what I had heard. Illegal substances? Were they for real?

Was Chase some sort of a drug lord? Drug dealer? Or could it be a Mafia boss?

“Chase . . .” I called him, completely terrified. My body started to feel the chills as I looked at the police officers, and the statement they had given us made me want to just disappear in the air.

There was no way Chase would load illegal substances into his car . . . he looked like a righteous billionaire after all!

“I assure you that you were mistaken, Sir.” Chase’s voice was very confident in contrast to what I felt right now. “And yes, I can help you inspect my car if needed just to prove that there is no single illegal substance sitting there.” Then he looked over at me and held my hand. “Can you stay here for a moment?”

I immediately shook my head. I didn’t want to be alone in this place knowing that he would have to face a mess outside. “N-No, I will come with you, Chase.”

“Reese, this won’t take long. You can stay here and I assure you I will be fine,” he rest assured.

Still shaking my head, I held his hand tightly. “No, I want to come with you.” I then glanced at the police officers who were just watching us. “Whoever that person who gave you a tip, he or she was lying, Sir.”

“Perhaps we can just see it for ourselves, Miss,” the other police officer said.

I gave them a glare, lips formed a thin line as I couldn’t take the suspicious looks they threw at us.

“Let’s go then,” Chase uttered.

We went out of the room and made our way to the parking lot. Fear started to creep me out when I noticed that there were many people waiting outside. It was as if they were watching a most awaited crime investigation. Even though I did not understand what was going on, I managed to give these people a death glare as they made me feel like we were criminals.

We headed to the car. Chase was so calm, and cooperative despite the fact that his car seemed like a mess, as if someone had tried to break in and was unable to do so– the side mirrors were damaged, the entire windows were cracked and its body was filled with smash aftermath. I did not know how he managed to keep his cool while I struggled to do so because my intuition kept telling me that we were going to face serious trouble.

“My car was not like this when we checked in last night,” Chase stated to the police but based on how they eyed them, they seemed pretty much unconvinced.

“We want to check the compartment if that will be okay?”

“Sure, but I am telling you the truth. This is a private car I mainly used for work.” Chase walked his way to the compartment and unlocked it open.

I embarrassed myself. My pulse was pounding wildly as the police officers inspected the compartment. A few seconds later, they took out a huge black bag from it. My forehead creased, gaze was pinned on the bag they took. I glazed at Chase and he looked very shocked and confused. A pang of anxiety went through me.

“Chase,” I called him but he could not pay attention to me anymore.

His eyes were fixated on the bag which the officers had opened. I gasped when I saw illegal substances from the inside.

“What the hell. It was not mine!” Chase almost yelled as he shook his head.

I walked toward him and immediately held his arm. “Chase, what do we do?”

“I believe you have to come with us for the questioning.”

“You are under arrest for illegal substance dealing, Sir.”

“W-Wait, no!” I tried to stop them as they wanted to handcuff Chase but one of them was strong enough that he easily shoved me away. “Chase!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“You will be arrested as well.”

I struggled breathing when the other police handcuffed me and before I even realized it, we were assisted to hop inside the police mobile and we went to the jail.