Bind you in hellbound
Chapter 156: ~Hellbound~

Chapter 156: ~Hellbound~

In response to Derek’s call, Elena gracefully slid her hair from one side of her breast to the other, an action so deliberate it heightened the allure of the scene. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that spoke of desire and connection.

"Derek," she said, her voice a sultry melody that resonated with the ambiance of the room.

"Did you realize how seductive you are?" he said, taunting me once again. He gently stroked his fingers across my lips. I assumed he was hesitant to touch me, but I was mistaken. He’s crazier than I am. He muttered my name, "Elena."

He put the chain in a drawer after saying this.

He looked at it and said, "No, that’s very gorgeous."

"Yes," he said unconsciously.

Suddenly, Derek pulled away, and I saw him putting the chain into something. The room turned dark, plunging me into a maddening frustration.

"Is there something on my face?" I teased, attempting to break the spell.

"But, I’ve never seen you wear it."

"I want you, Derek," I said without hesitation. I clutched his shirt and bit my lip.

"Derek," I said.

My body shivered as he stroked my nipple. I murmured his name, "Derek."

To my surprise, I heard his voice sooner than expected. He must have hurried. In a split second, I bit my lower lip, hastily opening the balcony door. There he was, immersed in admiring the decorations.

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" he inquired, his fingers skimming down from my thigh. I surrendered to the sensation, closing my eyes as his touch traversed the journey from my abdomen to my breast. Each gentle caress heightened the anticipation that lingered between us.

"Stop it." "No, you love me. Just love me, Elena."

I sensed a momentary hesitation in Derek, perhaps a subtle reluctance to take the first step. However, an inexplicable force urged me forward. In that moment, I yearned for a deeper connection with him, a desire for him to notice me even more.

"Dad?" he asked.

"What?" said Derek, a bit surprised, as he touched the pendant.

"Derek," I called out, shutting the balcony door behind me.

"Shut up and fuck off," I muttered to myself, trying to escape the torment. But the dialogue continued.

I moaned as I gently leapt on him over our clothes. What am I doing, oh hell? Derek was nipping at my nipple like crazy. My body was trembling excessively, and all I could think was that I needed him within me at all costs, or else I’d go insane.

I inquired, "How does it look?"

"What’s wrong?" I asked hesitantly.

"I didn’t have it. Today, a girl came up to me and handed me this. She told me that my dad had placed an order for this jewelry for me. He wanted to leave me a remembrance of my mother," With a smile on my face, I added, "D stands for Diana, and Diana is my mother’s name."

"Fuck," I muttered, tossing away everything in my reach.

I caught sight of Derek’s car pulling into the mansion. The mere anticipation of his arrival set my heart pounding in my chest. In about 2 or 3 minutes, he would be here. Taking a deep breath, I decided to untie my robe, letting it fall to the floor. Anxious, I stood there, waiting for him.

He pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. He took the necklace and stated, "I don’t want my mother-in-law to see us in this position. As a result, I think it’s best if I keep this drawer."

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, hurling my laptop onto the floor. I couldn’t contain the anger any longer.

"I was so anxious, afraid you wouldn’t like it," I confessed, gazing at him. Kissing my neck, he guided me to look into the mirror. From behind, he embraced me.

"Derek hmm," I said, closing my eyes and loving his touch. Oh my God, I’m going to go insane in a minute. He took a bite off of my breast areola above the lace.

The world outside our intimate space seemed to fade away, leaving only the magnetic pull drawing us closer. Derek’s touch felt electrifying, and I surrendered to the sensation of his warmth enveloping me.

"Do you like it, Derek?" I asked.

"Nothing at all," he replied, his voice low and filled with a mixture of appreciation and desire. For correct content, please visit

"Why does he care about the necklace? What has he noticed?" I wondered.

Her moans intertwined with Derek’s slurping sounds, penetrating the air. The explicit noises invaded my ears, and in frustration, I shouted, covering them as if to shut out the disturbing symphony.

"Yes, it was chosen by Dad. Isn’t it lovely?" I said, a smile on my face.

"I want you too, Elena," Derek said as he kissed my neck. As a result of his kiss, I was becoming crazier. I clutched his hair even tighter as he gave me a wet kiss around my neck. I drew him in even tighter.

His gaze immediately shifted towards me, locking onto mine. It felt as though he was unraveling me with his eyes, starting from my head down to my toes. The intensity of his stare was almost too much to bear.

"Perfect," he replied, nodding.

In a matter of seconds, my eyes welled up with tears. I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth in frustration. You’re a liar. You allowed his touch. You adorned yourself for him. Elena, without warning, pushed him onto the bed.

However, he spoke, "You’re my favorite."

Elena’s POV

Disregarding any lingering shyness or hesitation, I pushed those feelings aside. With a deliberate motion, I swept my hair to the side and took measured steps toward him. An intoxicating sensation overwhelmed me, and I found myself lost in the depths of my own yearning.

Derek was checking this pendant in a few minutes. What’s the matter with this pendant?

He tenderly nibbled my curve and slowly rose. But after a split second, he stopped kissing me and I opened my eyes.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

Clutching my arm, panic seizing me, I struggled to get up from my room. My initial plan to confront him tonight with lethal intent lingered, but then Derek inquired about her pendant. Frozen, I returned my gaze to the screen, holding the laptop tightly.

Elena seemed to be saying something to Derek. Overwhelmed, I covered my ears and shut my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. It felt like someone had a tight grip on my throat, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, Derek positioned Elena in front of the mirror. The sight of her in that vulnerable pose, reacting to Derek’s touch, froze my blinking eyes.

The silence between us stretched, each moment feeling like an eternity. Unable to withstand the scrutiny any longer, I spoke up.

Derek’s lips curved into a smile, and he approached me with a deliberate yet captivating stride. As he reached me, he gently traced the outline of my jaw with his fingers.

I came to a halt and sat calmly.

The allure of being close to Derek was irresistible. I threw caution to the wind and, with a gentle touch, slid his coat off his shoulders. Our gazes remained locked, a silent agreement passing between us. His eyes mirrored my own desire, and he allowed me to guide the unfolding moment.

His coat now discarded, I placed his hands securely around my waist. The height difference between us meant he leaned in slightly, drawing us closer together. The air crackled with anticipation as our bodies moved in sync, caught in a dance of shared desire.

"Why, Elena?"

His warm breath caressed my ear as he whispered, "Your scent is intoxicating, Elena," nibbling on my earlobe.

"Is that new?" he asked as he stroked my cheek.

The pain and betrayal echoed in my cries.

"Ahh!"

I closed my eyes and retreated to a corner, yelling, "Nooooo, you can’t betray me like this!"

I felt his hot breath on my skin. I turned around to face him. I pushed him down on the bed. I’ve had enough. I can’t wait any longer. I sat up on his lap, and Derek firmly grasped my hip in his palm.

[In Paul’s house, just as Derek entered the room]

"Do you really think so?" I sought reassurance once more. He nodded again, his hand in motion. With a slow, deliberate movement, he glided his hand from my waist, tracing an upward path until it reached the gentle curve of my breasts. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he gave a gentle squeeze, causing my eyes to flutter closed involuntarily.

The sound of Derek’s voice reached me, and he called me Elena. My suspicions weren’t entirely baseless. Elena had created a special atmosphere, decorating the place just for him. Glancing at my laptop, I couldn’t see Elena due to the chain, but I could hear their conversation.

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