Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 116: Gone Wrong

Chapter 116: Gone Wrong

She’s such a hypocrite. What she speaks rarely matches what she does. She made him believe that she does not want him as much as he wants her, but her eyes tell a different story; a story that matches his heart.

He liked this side of her. And this side of her invoked another side of him; a side he never knew existed in him.

"Where are you looking?" he asked marching forward toward her.

Viviana was stunned. The towel around his waist loosened as he walked. She knew it would fall down in...One, two...

It fell down.

She didn’t know where her rationality ended at. It surely was not working. Her sense of propriety—gone! Having free sight to the part that was never accessible to her, she shamelessly stared.

It looks different from that night. And...flappy. Is it because he’s not "excited" today? Whoa! So a lot changes when he gets excited, huh?

"At least pretend to look at my face, Mousy..."

The deep voice startled her. She immediately retreated to the door, as her sense returned driving away her improper curiosity. She might lose to her desires and stare at him, but he is someone who hurt her. She wanted to draw a clear line and here she is the one being so shameless. She cannot appear weak in front of him right now when she is negotiating.

You are your worst enemy, Melanie! You’re stupid!

With a grunt and a lunge, he got her wrist. With a twist and a pull, she freed her wrist and dashed to the door. Once she’s out of the door, she’d be safe—that’s what she thought.

What is he going to do? Run behind her waving his flappy thing for all to see? Heh! He won’t be that brazen even if this is his home.

And that’s where she thought wrong.

The man who married her turned out to be shameless beyond comprehension.

She thought that she was safe as she touched the railing of the stairs. She thought he would retreat now she is almost in view of everyone downstairs.

But he did not stop.

Walking majestically behind her, he wrapped his strong arm around her waist. Her slender back got pasted to his bare chest. And the flappy thing was squishy against her butt cheeks. She flailed her hands and legs to get free. But he was overpowering as always.

Casually, he carried her back to the room. She tried to shout but he covered her mouth with his other hand.

As she was carried back, she heard one of the maids talking downstairs asking the other if she heard some noise. The other suggested that she heard someone calling from them.

She knew one of them will come upstairs. And then...

Her heart started to pound. As she flailed her legs, her butt rubbed against his crotch.

He grunted. Rather than sounding hurt, he sounded more...

She stopped struggling. She even held her breath as she could feel him getting warmer. His hand on her mouth descended to her neck and his lips nibbled on her ear. His breath was hot.

She still heard the maids talking. It’s one thing getting ravaged by the lion, and it is another thing having a witness to that.

Why is her life getting harder each day?

Hard...

Oh, he’s turning hard already. It was fine just some seconds ago. How is it...Oh...It is getting bigger... It’s poking me.... Who’ll help me?

She thought he’d at least have the courtesy to close the door. But he didn’t. The back of her dress got wetter by his warmth against her. She could feel his pounding heart on her back and his breath turned heavy as he kissed her neck.

He threw her on the bed, and she ended up on all fours. She tried to crawl out, but he climbed behind her. Placing his hand on her abdomen, he pulled her closer to his crotch. His other hand pressed the back of her head to the bed and her cheek pressed on the soft bed.

This position...

Viviana choked up.

"You think having an open door will stop me from taking you?" he rumbled in her ear.

His big hand rubbed her derrière, down through the thighs, and reached for the hem of her dress. Not minding her little whimper, his hand slid inside her dress pulling the hem up to her hip.

"Stop," she tried to stop him but with a fluid motion, he pulled down her panty to her knees.

Viviana’s heart almost stopped when his thick shaft rubbed between her legs. The door was still open and, in this position, she’d be exposed to anyone who comes by the door.

Why is he doing this?

She tried to move but his hand was pressing her neck and her little hands couldn’t reach anywhere. Her head was still hurting after he pulled her hair the previous day. And she found her chest hurting as she couldn’t breathe out of anxiousness.

Before she knew it, tears started streaming from her eyes. Clutching the pillow hard, she stopped moving. What can she do when she is pinned down? If he is going to behave like an animal with her with the door open, what can she do to stop him? This is his house and he is a mafia!

Leander just wanted to tease her a bit and her cute expressions turned him on. Who told her to look at him that way? One thing led to another and before he knew it, he had pinned her down.

But then he noticed her clutching the pillow so hard her hands were shaking.

He stopped what he was doing and turned her to face him. His heart fell to his stomach seeing her reddened eyes.

"What happened? Are you hurting somewhere?" he asked holding her cheeks as she looked away.

Tears were streaming through the corners of her eyes. Again, he didn’t know where she stores her tears. He retracted from her. He didn’t know what went wrong and what made her cry. She was the one who started it.

She changes her mood just like that. She started it and now she is crying as if he is trying to take her against her will.

He got pretty annoyed with her.

She only knows to blame him.