CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41 - 18+

Rhea knees gave out her legs shaking, her heart pounding.

"Are you ok?" Zeenare asked, squatting concern laced in his tone.

"Yeah." She offered, looking up at him.

Am I sex inclined with him? Why can’t I get enough of his touch. My inside are going crazy but I need more.

She swallowed, her eyes trailing over his naked body.

And he is dripping hot. Her brow arched.

"Come here." He said pulling her towards him

I know this deal we made was for the good but I think it’s bad too. I know I don’t love him or have any feelings whatsoever for him. But I crave this man’s touch, my body yearn for him.

Zeenare pulled her between his thighs, as her washed her, pouring warm water over her.

Can I stop myself from this cravings? I don’t think so, not when he’s everywhere, not when he touch me, not when he looks at me so hungrily.

My heart won’t stop for a beat around him, I can’t stop flinching with him close, and I get flushed at any chance. Now it’s evident that I’m physically attracted to him.

According to our aggreement, it’s going well. But—. I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble. She leaned in on his chest, letting out the air in her chest.

Zeenare scooped her stalking to the room after drying her skin and hair.

And placed her on the bed edge, then strode to his closest get dressed in a plain black loose pants and a t-shirt, then picked an extra shirt and a undies, then turned back to her.

"I can wear it myself." She reached for the clothes.

"Are you sure? Are your legs no longer checking?" He questioned, his eyes moving to her legs then trailed to her face.

Rhea wrapped her hands around her chest, trying to hide from his gaze, "You know it not good to look at someone like that right."

Zeenare stepped forward and leaned in, his hands boxing her between him and the bed, his face inches away from hers. "What way am I looking at you?

Rhea backed down a little shifting her gaze from him. Zeenare shifted forward occupying the space she created, took one step and other step, untill she fell on the bed.

"Go on tell me. How do I look at you?" He grabbed her chin to make her face him. Staring in to her, his arms rest by her head, his frame covering her whole.

"It’s... nothing I was just saying." She lied, her breath eased, her heart in her throat, her feet stretched.

Zeenare hummed, taking her hands over her head a devious smirk on his face, his chest pressing in on her medium sized breast.

"You don’t want to tell me huh?" He licked her exposed neck, trailed his tongue down her collarbone, taking his time.

"Umm, mmm." She moan her brow knitted, her skin still sensitive.

His lips slowly swelled it’s way down her chest sending tiny wave of pleasure through her. Her nipples hardened, as the room’s temperature dropped.

Zeenare’s lips find peace in her breast as it house her tits. Gompsbomb scattered across her skin.

His tongue circling it, sucking on it with so much care in the world, his teeth graze on it, then suck on it hard before releasing her tits.

Rhea threw her head back, her pussy squeezed, her breath shuttered, her feet curled. Wild moan spilling from her.

His hands trailing down her skin.

"Wait! Wait, wait, I’d tell you, okay." She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, "I’d tell you okay."

I don’t think I’d remain if this should continues.

"Oh, I thought you love moaning and not talking. But actually I love it when you moan it’s like music in my ears." He stared intently at her still in his position —his arms at her head.

"Then talk to me, how do I look at you?" He placed a peck on her head then her lips, then her cheeks, neck, nose.

"Zeenare wait I’m telling you now. It because it makes me feel hot and shy and expose." Her pitch high, her turning crimson.

"You don’t have to feel all that," he said, "You are gorgeously beautiful, I can worship you at your feet every time if I have to."

Rhea search his face, His looks serious and his words are too. Her hammering heart, gradually calming down.

After she dressed, Zeenare tucked her in, his hand was tightly wrapped on her waist, cuddling her.

Why is he holding me like I’m going to run or something, I can’t leave this no matter how I try.

"I thought I’d be going to my room?" Rhea enquired.

"No. You room is still a mess, it would be prepared by tomorrow, then you can check it after it has been arranged." He lied.

The room was arranged the moment he carried her out of it that day.

Please stay with me a little longer Rhea, that is all I need.

He pressed her deeper against his body.

"Okay." She closed her eyes, leveled her head on his arms.

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The loud sounds of birds chirping, filled the room, warm sun light bathed half of the room, cool morning and ocean breeze evenloped the whole mansion.

Rhea starred in the bed, her brow furrowed her lashes flicking her feet partially curl, imperceptible air oozing from her lips.

Her eyes snapped open as a wave of shock laced with rushing floods of sensation baths her.

She looked down and Zeenare was between her legs eating her up. He suck hard on her clits again, and that same heavy wave course through her.

Shit, shit, shit. You fucking bastards. I can’t take this this early in the morning, do you want me brain to reset? Her mind rumbled.

She pressed his head deeper as he then thrust his tongue deeper, extending it’s length, swimming along the walls of her vaginal.

"Oh my god!" She clenched a fist of her hair, her waist in the air.

"I see you are awake." He said, then slammed into her without warning. "Fuck Rhea!"

"AHH!" She screamed, pulling herself onto his body, drowning on his lips.

He stroked in once stroke then twice, hooked in a deep passionate kiss, their body moving in the same rhythm.

I know I want every inch of her. But I can’t let her get the slightest bit of sickness in her. Not until I find a solution.

*

As Rhea stepped into the room, her eyes trailing to the bed, it was clean and well arranged, she strode towards it, then sat on it.

Her palm spread across the bed.

What did I do to be cursed? I don’t know any about that curse. Isn’t it to harsh to do this. I’ve suffered for 21 lives and in each living I don’t know anything.

Two days ago I was cursed at again.

Rhea lay motionless, paralyzed, except her eyes.

Die, die die die!!!!!! The voices started, she glance at the side nothing, then the other still not

Suddenly the room echoed with multiple sickly, incoherent voice in extremely high pitched, shouting at her.

Her eardrum ripped, her head throbbing.

Suddenly all the lights started flickering, a cutting frequency sound cut through, all that light exploding, In that moment the room became dark.

Rhea tried shouting but couldn’t, her voice was gone, tears tickled down the side of her eyes, as fear consumed her whole.

The smell of rot start spreading in the room, her nostrils accepted every detail of it.

Rhea glanced down between her legs trying to trace the smell, nothing, to each side nothing.

Someone please help me was all she could think. She looks to the side at the bell rope like a life line. Her hope at her finger tips but it was paralysed.

Rhea’s eyes snapped up, when she felt a cold thick substance dropped on her cheek.

And there it was between space, elevating right above her, two bright red eyes, staring dead at her, it’s face dripping, it’s teeth bare, hones on it forehead.

Rhea heart hit the floor, pounding and skipping. Her eyes flooding her lips dry as cracking sounds was what she could make when she begs herself to scream.

"Why are you still here?" The thing asked, it breath reeked of death it’s voice eerie, "Why has your essences not been exhausted yet?"

It stretched it thin arm towards her trailing it’s extremely long fingers on her skin. "You are my price. You shouldn’t be here. The contract as expired but you are still living."

"How dare you! Who dares to make you be alive!"

Rhea coughed up blood as it roar, blood trickling from her nose.

"You are to come with me. You shouldn’t be living!" It pointed it’s finger on her forehead, forcing out her essence.

Blood gush out of her nostrils, her ears leaking and ringing, shocking in her own blood, her eyes bleeding.

Someone please help me. I don’t want to die. I don’t know to die.

Suddenly the entity screamed in pain, screeching then vanished, with all the noise along with it.

Life returning to her limbs but she was already weak and lump, life escaping her grip.

Then the door blow opened, Zeenare rushing in, his brow furrowed, his face twisted in pain and fear, his eyes begging.