29/07/2023
👹🍒A
PASSIONATE
NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE👹🌼🍒
{Kiss me, Little Lion🌼🌹🍒}
By Gift Anya 🥺
Rated 🔞🔞
🔕 DO NOT COPY OR REPOST 🔕
EPISODE 26: Another woman on the devil's bed.
A gentle, little lamb, and an extremely scary devil once lived adjacent to each other.
While the little lamb was coy, full of smiles, and sheepish, the icy devil had horns. He enjoyed living quietly in his garden, causing trouble, and brewing storms, hoping it would one day, blow away the little Lamb's roof.
The devil never liked the little lamb for once because she was audacious, and too primitive;a prey. But the little lamb always looked up to the devil's garden.
With an adorable, longing grin on her puffy cheeks, the little lamb would always cry, " Oh what big, sweet apples are in the devil's garden. When would I have some? "
For months, she craved the devil's big apples until she submerged into her inclines to steal one secretly.
One day, she snuck into the garden but sadly, got caught by an angry big monster with horns, fangs; Puffs and hoffs.
The devil maliciously screamed at his prey, the little lamb. " Finally, I caught you! I'm going to eat you! "
Rachael also shared the same fate.
She was caged by a man whose den she willingly walked into. One who suddenly broke his own rules, growing in one night, a heart he never had.
" Little wife, Perhaps, Husband has gone crazy. He keeps seeing no one else but you in his head. "
" You keep running through my mind, my thoughts, my soul, and body. It has always been you, Rachael. "
" This proud husband is throwing his pride, ego, and everything he is at your feet. I cannot breath without you, Rachael. So what if you send me to hell? "
" Husband would willingly dance in the flames as long as the taste of your kisses is the fire burning through his soul. "
" I, Jubilee would go extinct, far beyond the deepest hell if only you, my darling, " He outrightly picked her chin, leaning towards her frail, dumbfounded figure as he closely would.
" As long as you never abandon me, Rachael. "
Words coined out of his guts, he continued with a smile rippling through his darkest eyes. " I want no woman the way I want you. I'm your puppet, Rachael. Use me as you deem fit. "
A puppet?
The once speechless little wife finally had a reaction that wasn't much of what the devil wanted. She arched her head backwards, hands keeping his chest aback, lest he crumbled his big body against hers.
Instantly, she discovered she wasn't hallucinating.
He was truly confessing to her. But why?
The little lamb suddenly sickened. Her answer came. Once the devil shared her that incredulous mischief he obscured, he obliged her solemnly.
" Because the heart I've never had wants you to be fully mine. I'm tired of fighting you away so I've decided to learn to love, and please you. I do not see any harm in having my wife both in my heart, and on my bed. "
He gestured a manly hit against his chest, his grasp against her waist firm.
He claimed her like she was his. Her petiteness pressed against his broad masculinity;one way he was sure she could never escape him.
" Belong to me, Rachael, and I swear, I would lose my head, the day I make you cry. "
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The sweet scent of Sapphire never felt as useless as it did wafting through the nostrils of the least character in the De'Tiger's mansion.
It was Lia, Leonard's new bride. Most important to everyone, except the man whom she had just become his wife.
Proud heiress, magnanimous attention, tons of maids at her service, a warm, fragrant bath, yet no husband for Lia.
She lived like a window, barely a night after her wedding. Leonard jilted her. Abandoned her without a single care in the world. Of course, how could a prude, sophisticated princess like Lia take such humiliation?
She almost tumbled everything into ruins. Gone were the days where Lia enjoyed the luscious scent of flowery baths, now her patience was draining. Everything had spite for her.
Her beautiful face wrinkled in just one night from exhaustion. It seemed as though, everyone mocked her.
" Get out! "
For the umpteenth time, a maid was scorched by her rage, her irritation, so much every maid dreaded going in to relay the news that even after dozens of calls, Leonard had arrogantly disregarded everyone of them.
He wasn't interested in his wedding night.
To Leonard, Lia was a skinny charity case with bones, and hard edges. She wasn't lushly soft as his darling preggo.
How humiliating he found it bedding a skeleton of bones, like he classified his new wife, Lia. Against his wish, his father had generously chosen her as his wife.
Fine then! His father could do him the honours of ripping off Lia's sashayed clothing, and bedding his wife for a sham of a wedding night.
For Leonard, he abstained from going into his room. Soon after the not too chatty time with Malinda, he remained in the brewery, drowning himself in alcohol, despite the illegal times he got called in by his new wife.
So what if Lia was a tiara-ed princess?
Her own husband chose intimacy with liquor over her on their wedding night. How humiliating!
Lia's cries was vividly heard by everyone who had ears. Some pitied her. Some thought Leonard was incredibly hateful while the maids who held a grudge spurred excitedly at Lia's distasteful look after her ruined makeup.
Regardless, Lia cared less.
Once she discovered nothing rational could easily bring the man she loved into her room, she desperately acted like a spoilt princess.
The only backing she had was her wealthy, formidable background. Her father was a governor. One whom her father in-law, Pastroy couldn't dare to offend.
One call was enough to bring Leonard, whether it was pleasing or not, down to her knees.
Long thirty minutes went by with Lia crying reportedly to her father on the injustice she suffered. Truly, once the call went dead, her smugness was surprisingly regained.
Lia was assured, her father who spoilt her rotten all her life would never let her be humiliated.
She was certain within the spur of her fingers, Leonard would come begging. Head raised high, lips crooked into an expectant smile, Lia was surprisingly no longer aggressive.
Although she became arrogant, she obediently let the maids bath, and prepare her for Leonard's coming. Her husband was hers, flames or ice.
Indeed, it wasn't long before she won whatever gamble she played. Her nice scenting fragrant body was the first welcome present, Leonard received, once he stepped into his matrimonial room.
Yet, he found the scent completely nauseating. Although, he was heavily drunk, Leonard recognized the pest in his room. The stench of desperation, and shamelessness hovering all around her.
He blankly stood at the door, unwilling to grace his new wife, despite his Father's threats.
Leonard was certain, his father got to know about his refusal to bed his wife because Lia was a shameless tattletale who spilled it.
That old man wouldn't just die, and let him be? If it wasn't for his inheritance at stake, Leonard would have never stooped so low to consummate his marriage with Lia against his own will.
He was appalled.
How desperate was this woman to have him? Oh! He hated Daddy's girls the most.
Repulsively, Leonard scrutinized the woman lying lazily in wait in his room.
Regardless of the dimmed lights, his eagle like eyes saw her on his bed, yet he said nothing, did nothing but sway rockily, all thanks to the alcohol.
" Husband, you are here! "
Lia finally noticed Leonard, sourced by his reek of alcohol. Excitedly, she stood, shyly curling her lip like a teen in love. Her husband was finally here.
Unfortunately, the excitement in Lia's voice churned Leonard's belly. She sounded so fake, his ears bled.
Nevertheless, he only blindly kept staring incredulously at her until her hairs nervously stood.
Lia had little shame. She disregarded the danger in Leonard's eyes, running to him notwithstanding. Fearlessly, she was before him, tiptoing, with a wet smack against his lips.
Leonard was kissed.
That kiss...
Leonard's entire body froze. The feel of her plush lips rendered his whole senses numb, he subconsciously let go of the wine bottle, he held. It came tumbling to the ground, shattering loudly into million pieces.
Lia wasn't a virgin, neither was it her first kiss but she had loved Leonard for years.
Ever since, she saw him two years ago, she had sworn it was him, or no one else. She had even threatened to kill herself, forcing her father into sacrificing his biggest estate, procuring a marriage proposal with Pastroy, Leonard's father.
Now, he was hers. His heart needn't belong to her. Lia was satisfied alone wearing Leonard's ring.
That satisfaction made her throw her entire soul into that kiss. She buried her tongue into Leonard's, licking the alcohol off his lips while she open mouthed made him intoxicated.
Her fingers latched across his chest now dug into thick curls of his hair. Her back arched to match the intense sync against his lips.
Leonard wasn't an horrible person, Lia knew little about him. She didn't even care, and barely also expected Leonard reacting to her kiss since he clearly liked every woman, except her.
But surprisingly...
Suddenly, Leonard was the one taking control. His resistance was broken by her tenacity, and he swore he admired her kissing prowess.
Leonard figured out he despised Lia but his whole body reacted to her touch the way it never did for any woman. Not even Rachael.
Her lips tasted twice as sweet as the wine. Instantly, he forgot about his hatred, the moment he saw her. The woman he truly wanted on his bed for his wedding night.
Rachael.
Perhaps, because of the alcohol, Leo hallucinated. His tipsy eyes replaced Lia's pretty face with Rachael's Chubby one. In the dimmed night, he could no longer see Lia. He only saw Rachael instead.
Finally he felt comfortable, a grin on his lips.
His darling Rachael finally came to him. She was here in his arms, and no longer drifted, all in the deceit of his enemy who intended sn**ching her away.
Beneath his breath, Leonard grabbed a handful of Lia's hair in-between his big hand, and cussed, " Oh, my sweet darling Rachael! " It was grunted lowly but loud enough for Lia to figure out her place in Leonard's heart.
Amongst the dirty shafts.
The air in the room dropped a degree too low. Lia wasn't stupid. She knew Leonard's willingness to finally wrap his arms around her waist wasn't his consciousness. It wasn't her, he saw.
It was...
Rachael.
A certain feeling surged through Lia's veins, one of anger and jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard, the metallic taste of blood flew into her mouth. It was that woman again.
Why? Why was she always basking in that old maid's shadow?
Pain toppled the sweat trickling down Lia's cold body. Somehow, she had no interest being Rachael's camouflage yet Leonard wasn't letting her back down.
His lips were already eating her raw.
He claimed her fulyl. His hands cascading behind to grope her arse while he grounded her against his hard c**k.
He was stiff, and swollen. Ready to take her in his bed.
The lush curves of her sizeable breasts were pleasing to Leonard. He whimpered his heat against her lobes, tingled her whilst forcing her lips open again.
This time, the kiss was purely rough.
His wet tongue rendezvous all around her lips, tasting her just like she did.
Just once, Lia longed to be his. Even if she had to be shameless. Even if she had to be Rachael's shadow.
Lia no longer cared whom Leonard saw her as. Just one night, she would pretend to be Rachael.
She possessively wounded her hands around his neck, returning his knees crumbling kisses against her lips.
Her back arched;in between her legs dripping wet with want to have him deep inside her.
Leonard sniffed her juice. Aware, she couldn't wait to be eaten, he wasted no time. Swaying underneath her butt, he swept her off the ground easily.
Lia responded with a soft moan.
Her legs wrapped around his masculine waist, he led her to the bed, tossing her on the mattress roughly like a piece of paper.
Lia's head hit the edge of the bed yet the intensity didn't make her feel pain. She was as impatient as he was, to rid each other's clothes off.
Leonard multitasked. Whilst peeling away the lingerie she wore, he busily kept stealing every moan of hers into his mouth, biting her lips till she begged him to eat her raw.
A faint shade of red burnt Lia's cheeks soon as he snapped off her bra. The fabric flew to the ground, leaving her peach, tempting ni***es to devour.
" Oh, Rachael. " That pleased growl, it was her name again. Desire fueled in his eyes, Leonard looked at Lia's twin breasts like the most prettiest things.
He thumbed her ni***es, twirling them like pebbles with assuring whispers in her ears. " My darling Rachael, you are so beautiful. "
Lia's body stiffened. Once again, that guilt ate her deep. Leonard was drunk yet she was greedily taking the place of the woman in his heart.
If ever there was a lo******ng, Would Leonard hate her once the scales blinding his eyes dropped?
It was too late, Leonard had buried his whole being, his mouth against the hardness of her ni***es.
He graced his hot scorching tongue on one itching ni**le, multitasking his fingers on her thighs, in-between the innermost part of her woman. Where she was moist, and wet.
" Oh, Leonard! " Lia couldn't restrain a willful moan eluding her lips. Her panties were off, his fingers swept into her warm-house.
A satisfied grunt adorned Leonard's handsome face. His woman was as he loved. Clean shaven, pink, wet, and ready for him.
Greedily, he stroke in one finger. Then two, in and out.
Lia was overridden with desire, exploding with the inner pleasure he built in-between the scorching warmth of her va**na.
He settled her on the pillow, catching both of her hands against the plush fabric, in sense that he could stroke the woman underneath him, anywhere he pleased.
Her breasts, navel, in-between her bud trembled with his tongue, his fingers...
His hard, wanting c**k stroked in and out of her faster, until she was blown too hard to scream. Clothes bare, Lia cried, dug her manicured nails into Leonard's back while his pummelling into her va**na went Wilder.
An ambiguous fragrance of s*x corrupted the solemn ambiance, the candles swayed to. The bed creaked violently, in sync with the moans, the grunts, and skin slapping together, almost as if it could break.
The Euphoria Lia felt was too much to contain. Her teeth constricted, her eyeballs rolled, her body trembled, orgasming tiredly for the umpteenth time in one night.
Suddenly, the screams grew louder. It became too intense, Leonard once again caught Lia's sweet lips to submerge himself deeply into her.
He felt it, he was about to explode.
" Ah! Faster,rr! " Lia felt him expand. Obediently, she wounded her body to be filled, her legs spreading openly to fit him in, perspiration dripping down her skin.
Then, it came, and stopped.
Lia felt it hot between her legs. Him. A long groan escaped her lips once Leo collapsed tiredly beside her. His face expressionlessly sweet.
Satisfied, Leonard cussed, a tattooed arm underneath his head. His Rachael had gotten extremely good in bed.
She was no longer that shy rodent, he tricked into bed months ago. Curiosity ate him. Where had she learn to be mind-blowing in bed?
He swiftly turned to her.
Chest palpitating heavily, she had grasped the bedsheets tightly, trying fruitlessly to catch her breath. Leonard's ego swelled.
Without a single glance at her face, he possessively groped her breasts, his lips tickling her ears. The aftermath of lo******ng.
" I love you. " He crawled closer for a kiss. " I love you so much, Rachael. "
Lia wasn't the only one who stiffened, Leonard did too. The scales were off.
He finally saw whom he had slept with once Lia swayed her head to him, suffering injustice at her husband's love confession for another woman.
Wasn't it enough that he had moaned that woman's name while making love to her? Now, he boldly slapped the hurt against her face.
Lia's eyes watered. Salvaging her broken dignity, she clenched her fist, rolling off the bed with no consciousness to hide her perfectly curved naked body.
" Husband, you must be delusional. " She bent to pick up her torn panties, a whiff of that feminine arrogance airing around her.
Lia casually glanced at Leonard over a shoulder. " You slept with me, Lia. I'm not Rachael. "
Dread, confusion, all played on Leonard's expression. He turned perplexedly mute, trying to figure out everything at one go. Yet, he found it extremely preposterous at the end. His intelligence felt played on.
This was certainly Lia but how?
He had seen Rachael in his room earlier, hadn't he?
He had made love to her. Then where was his darling Rachael? His expression suddenly turned murderous. If only looks could kill, Lia would have died a million times from the harsh gaze, Leonard shot through her back.
Disregarding the evidence he had willingly bedded Lia with no coercion, Leonard was certain, his mad new wife had hidden his sweetheart, seduced, and forced him into her bed.
What a w***e!
Anger suddenly charged up Leonard. Immediately, he went berserk, thundering out of the bed like a mad man.
Lia also noticed he was angry, yet she prudently ignored his rage, scarcely putting on her clothes until his finger suddenly grasped hers.
Leonard twirled her around for forcefully. The heat dropped. Both were naked but too angry to see beyond breasts, and tanned Chest. Leonard's fingers went underneath Lia's jaw, lifting it ferociously, almost breaking her in two.
She was an enemy in his eyes.
" What are you doing here? " Leonard demanded, his insight spiteful. " Where is my Rachael? How dare you seduce me? "
Too bad, Lia wasn't as cowardly. She sneered, yanking off his fingers boldly. " Don't you have no shame? The nerves of you to look me in the eyes, and demand that godforsaken woman! You slept with me, do you regret it? "
Was that sarcasm, Leonard heard? He was pi**ed!
Vengefully, he grasped her hair roughly, almost peeling every strand of her scalp." Keep my woman's name off your mouth, you slut! " Leonard warned. " You are no match for my Rachael! You are a shameless charity case who forces a man to love you! "
Leonard let go, and Lia went crumbling onto the ground. Yet, he showed no pity.
" You disgust me! The sight of you make me sick! I love only one woman, and I would never love you. "
That did it. Leonard stomped out, too angry to keep wait. Lia loathed him but despised Rachael more. She was the one who ruined her life.
Lia became so livid, she slowly began suffocating. Surprisingly, soon as she began fighting for breath, something big crawled up to her.
It was a snake.
While it crawled around her, Lia grasped the snake's head, stretched out her tongue, sucking away the Python's venom.
She intentionally let it go.
" Go bite that Woman to death! "
The only hindrance was Feathers. She stepped on the snake, killing it.
" Have you gone mad, Lia? "
" Yes. I despise Rachael. I want her dead. "
TBC.
