The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Rafael’s POV

I knocked on the door. Her delicate voice rang out, asking, “Who is this?”

I clenched my fists. Ready to punch the bastard who’s with her.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I knocked again. She opened the door slightly, stretched her head out, and opened her eyes wide. I could tell from the look on her face that she was surprised to see me standing here. I immediately pushed her to the side and barged in.

She slammed shut the door and followed me. My eyes wandered around the room. I asked in disdain, “Where’s he?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why do you ask? He hasn’t come yet, and please leave before he sees you here!”

There was something different about her, but I couldn’t put my hands on it. I examined her from top to toe. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wet.

I cannot describe my feelings at that moment. I raised the corner of my lips with a sarcastic smile and asked, “Is this your value to him? To bring you to a lowly hotel like this?”

I can see her cheeks tinted red. She raised her chin in pride and retorted, “Why are you here Raf? Go to your dearest fiancee. I don’t care about the hotel as much as I care about the one whose I’ll be in his arms! So please leave.”

I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood. I growled, “Watch your words, woman!”

“Or what!?” she challenged.

She was certainly playing with fire!

I stood before her, gripping her hair. She screamed and I closed her mouth with mine.

I invaded her delicious mouth without mercy, roaming my tongue inside and taking whatever I wanted. She tasted so good. But I wasn’t kissing for pleasure, I was going to torture her with that kiss! I kept kissing her accordingly. She tried to say something, but I wouldn’t let go.

I kept kissing, or let’s say I kept biting. Holding her head between my hands, prevented her from moving. I bit her lips to wipe the traces of any other man from her lips. I want her to be mine.

Just for me.

She is only mine.

I pushed her out of my embrace. She staggered a little. Our breathing was heavy.

She glared at me furiously, raised her hand to wipe her mouth sorely and snapped, “You’re disgusting. I hate you!”

Although her words hurt me, I laughed. I didn’t know why I laughed, but I did. Maybe to pretend that her words meant nothing to me!!

I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t want her to know that.

“Get out of here. I don’t want him to see you!” she said.

I saw red. How could she be that mean?

I couldn’t understand. She had never been this cruelty.

She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Okay, you can stay! If you wish to see us making love! Consider it a short show before the divorce.”

I couldn’t tolerate this. She pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her by the hand to make her stand up and took off her bathrobe. She screamed and tried to cover her body. I held her hands behind her back and turned her to the wall. I slapped her butt. My slaps were strong, and she tried to escape, but I tightened her well.

She screamed, but I didn’t care, she would get punished.

After her butt became like a red tomato, I pulled her from her hand and pushed her on the bed. She was struggling to free herself.

“You will have me in your bed tonight, Natalie. And no one will help you!” I whispered next to her ear.

I can feel her shivers beneath me. She was as ready as I was. She wanted this. But she kept struggling.

“Please! Stop!” She begged.

I couldn’t control myself seeing her naked beneath me. I want to fuck her now. I took off my pants, she closed her eyes.

I held her chin tightly, and whispered, my voice was hoarse from desire, “Open your eyes Natalie. It will be in you, and you will bay for leaving me for another man”

I tried to open her legs while she was closing them tightly. I kissed her belly, wanting her to relax. But she yelled in a terrified voice and tears drowning her face, “I have never been with a man. I. I lied … I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not waiting for anyone”

I frowned, “You have never been with a man?”

As if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over my head.

“Virgin. You’re a virgin??” I asked in horror.

She nodded while she was trying to cover herself with the bedsheets.

I stood in a daze. Memories of how I had treated her flooded into my head, squeezing my heart.

I put on my pants and sat on the edge of the bed holding my head. Feeling my hard body still pulsing from desiring her.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you make us come to this point? I was going to hurt you!” I asked, staring blankly.

She didn’t answer, so I added, “I thought you were…., OK, this doesn’t matter now”. I shaked my head.

“I don’t know! I thought you wouldn’t like a virgin girl. Your women were always professional. I witnessed all your relationships!” She stammered.

I smiled tenderly, extended my hand to her, “come here.”

I sensed that she was afraid, so I approached her and pulled her into my embrace and kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

She stared down at her hands in her lap. I said, “Bad experience, isn’t it?”

She nodded and said from between her sops, “Kind of!”

I wiped her tears and said, “We will fix this mistake.”

“Which mistake?” she asked sincerely.

“Will you let me take your virginity? Will you let me make you mine?” I stared at her beautiful face, silently praying that she would say yes.