The Wicked Mrs. Gastrell (English version)

Flashback

I didn’t know that I could feel this kind of sensation. I am being feverish and I feel something about to burst from the center of my femininity up to my stomach and head until it spreads all over my body.

I was ashamed to look at below where Cholo is tasting me. I could not speak because of the mixture of shock and excitement because I had not yet processed what he was doing to me.

I have no knowledge of this kind of thing. All I know is that the man will put his thing inside you until he’s done. That’s all. I have never even watched a porn video.

I know nothing about such things. Missy told me that I was too innocent for my age because my life was just home and work. In my twenties, I had never even experienced holding hands with a man.

I don’t have time for such things because I’m focused on surviving, or living. That’s why I’m scandalized by what Cholo is making me feel now. And I am more shocked at myself because I like the things he’s doing to me.

I was too busy catching my breath while wanting to reach for something that I didn’t know what. I couldn’t stop my body. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and let myself let go of my consciousness for a time.

Breathing hard, I stared at the white ceiling after my orgasms. I don’t know but that was probably the best and most exciting five seconds of my life.

I realized Cholo hasn’t stop kissing me down there so I tried to get up but he gripped my thigh to stop me from moving. I dared to look in his direction which I immediately regretted because Cholo just smiled at me as he wiped my essence on his face.

Blushing, I looked away and closed my eyes. I was still panting and tired from what he did to me.

I felt him give one more kiss on me before crawling up to face me. I avoided his gray eyes as if I just got burned.

I heard him laugh before he leaned over to me and kissed my shoulder.

“So that’s what a virgin tastes like. Sweet and addictive,” he whispered with his wet lips that softly brushed against my ear.

The hair on my body rose when he started kissing my shoulders and neck. I hugged him and caressed his hair.

“So pure and fresh… Hmmm…”

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked back at me.

“Is Karina your real name?” he asked while carefully wiping the sweat on my face.

“Yes. I’m Karina.”

I almost melted when he smiled at me from above me. His long, damp hair was falling towards me, a few strands covering his face.

Something strange happened to me as I stared into his eyes. I still felt a little bit of shame but the gust of something more different overpowered my embarrassment.

I raised both hands and parted his hair and held it in place so it wouldn’t fall. I want to see his whole face so I can make the most of the time we have left together. At least now, I can allow myself to be happy.

“Karina… Do you like it?”

My eyes widened at the question. My face immediately turned red. Cholo laughed and combed my hair.

“No need to be shy. It’s an honest question. Did you like it?”

My cheeks heat up. I bit before nodding, and then closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands in shame.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I heard Cholo’s crisp laugh before he left stood up and covered my nakedness with a blanket. Even though I was surprised by what he did, I didn’t ask any more questions.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I only want to know if you liked it. You lost your virginity to me. It’s your first time so I owe you to give you your first orgasm. It’s nothing. I can accept a simple thank you.”

“Are we done? But you’re not done yet?” I was confused.

Cholo just laughed then glanced at me from whatever he was doing on the phone.

“You’ll bleed if I take you again. I don’t want that to happen again. I want you to remember your first as a good one ’cause you did it with a Cholo Gastrell.”

He put the phone in his pockets and went to the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a towel over his shoulder while wiping his face.

I was sitting on the bed and leaning on the headboard. My hair is a mess, I’m still sweaty, and I’m naked under the sheets. I was confused by how things happened so fast. I was confused by the change in his behavior and treatment towards me.

He shot me a look and raised a corner of his lips.

“You look like a lost child, Karina. Don’t worry. I already erased the photos and videos. I’m sorry for what I did. I was an asshole an hour ago.”

No words came out of my mouth because of a lack of words.

“Stay here for a moment. I’m just going to take care of something.”

I saw him reach for his wallet that fell on the floor and took a few thousand bills. He put it on the nightstand before looking at me.

“I’ll only be out for a while. I’ll get back to you too. Order whatever you want.”

I didn’t move. I just continued staring at his face.

He let out a soft sigh and sat down next to me. He carefully held my chin and caressed it while looking directly into my eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself because I didn’t continue. I’ll still pay you afterwards. I just have to do something before I face you again. It’s all my fault and I’m taking responsibility for it. I made a mistake and was in a hurry. I didn’t check if the information given to me was correct. I was blinded by rage. I’m sorry again, Karina.”

I shook my head and met his eyes.

“No one’s at fault. I liked it. I wanted it to happen. It needed to. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be doing it with any guy.”

It looks like he didn’t like what I said before because his face darkened slightly.

“No, I will never take it against you. You are just a victim of consequences.”

He stood up and walked to the door. I followed him so I could clearly see how he hesitated. He took a deep breath then took a big step back to me. He held me on both of my cheeks and gave me a warm kiss on the lips. Although I’m surprised by what he did, I did not protest.

I still kept my eyes closed even after our lips parted. We shared one more kiss before I heard the door close.

I didn’t open my eyes until I was sure that Cholo had left.

I bit my lips to stop the tears from falling. I stood up and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.