Haunting Us

A moment earlier...

George ended the call soon. Afterward, he flung his mobile phone onto the sofa and plunked himself down beside it, his eyes focused on the bed. 

After debating with himself, he got up from the sofa and walked toward the bed. He sat on the side and watched the gorgeous woman sleep with her guard down. He gulped as his eyes traveled to every inch of Krishna's curves. 

"Krishna Palermo…"

George's slender fingers softly touched Krishna's face. Her cheeks were warm and red from being drunk. He was careful with his motions, trying not to wake her up.

He stripped her of her clothing a while ago to help her feel comfortable. She was bathing in sweat and scratching some parts of her body. Hence, he opted to wipe her entire body with a wet towel.

God knows how much control he exerted. He immediately covered Krishna's almost bare body with clean sheets before his head had more indecent thoughts from his already messed up brain from imagining such wild scenes.

That's right. How many times did he swallow and ignore his own body?

How hypocritical of him if he would deny that it did not arouse him.

Krishna's beauty is irresistible.

To be honest, he will go crazy soon if he ignores his needs.

George's gaze intensified. Merely looking at her would never be enough. 

He lowered his head to taste Krishna's sweet lips before diving into the ocean from the third floor. 

It was the solution he came up with. Maybe in that way, his body would calm down.

Little did he know, he could not pull himself away from her. 

The quick kiss prolongs. Merely brushing his lips against hers turns passionate and profound. 

"Mmmm…" Not long, Krishna stirred from passing out. She moans between their kisses.

In the beginning, she seems reluctant to respond. She tried to push him away but to no avail. Later on, she gave in and responded to his kisses.

Krishna also hooked her arms around his neck. Having this reaction from her, the tiny thread that held out of his control over his body finally broke off. 

Soon enough, his body thoroughly roused, and he kissed her hungrily, pressing his torso on her lower body while his hands roamed her smooth body.

"George...."

Hearing her mumble his name, his body froze. With a dark face, he mused, 'Is he thinking of that traitor bastard? I've eliminated him already! Is he now haunting us?'

He was about to get up when Krishna continued mumbling.

"Stop filling my glass... I could drink no more. Enough feeding me… I'm too full!"

Listening to this, the left corner of his mouth tugged, and his eyes glowered with delight. 

Indeed, over lunch, he keeps filling her wineglass and pushing the dishes toward her one after another. 

'So she was dreaming of me!'

The thought that Krishna is having a dream about her deceased fiance makes him crazy and irked. 

He could not explain but felt extreme jealousy, which he should have not.

Krishna is only the mother of his firstborn. Whenever he mulls over this truth, he experiences a spark of yearning—in addition, his chest feels warmer, and he cannot explain why his heart is beating faster.

He has loved Stella since they were kids. So, he doesn't understand why Krishna could shake his entire world. They only had a one-night stand before and reunited a few days ago… 

But the familiarity is quite strange. 

Staring at the woman's innocent face, George began doubting his feelings for Stella. 

Perhaps it was because Krishna gave him something that completed his life.

George lowered his head and quickly kissed Krishna's enticing red lips. 

Upon having fancied her lips, it tasted like a sweet wine intoxicating his entire system.

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"Mmmm...."

She could not breathe and felt a bit of discomfort.

'Where am I?'

Krishna forced her eyes to open, but they were heavy, including her whole body. She struggled to move but to no avail.

'What is going on?' 

She seemed to recall a similar incident that had happened in the past. However, her memory is vague. Yet, she felt strangely familiar but could not put her finger on the hole she wanted to crawl as she believed it would lead her to the truth. 

However, there is something that is blocking her memories. It was like she was trying to open that door, but she always found herself dragged away. 

She tries to reach out, but it's getting farther and farther… 

"Mmm…" 

She attempted to open her mouth to speak. But the moment her lips parted, someone invaded, roaming inside her mouth using a tongue, and somewhat it tickled her, awakening a part — deep down in her soul. 

"Hmmm…" she whimpered with pleasure despite struggling to break free. She felt completely out of strength. Additionally, her head was spinning, making her unable to think properly. 

However, she was short of breath because of the weight crushing her body.

Did someone take advantage of her? 

Krishna tried hard to gather her thoughts in one place. She put her hand on the person's shoulder and mustered more strength. But her strength was no match for the man who invaded her entire being. 

"Stop…" she pleaded subconsciously as she realized her body was burning, sensing the hardness penetrating her insides and the palm stroking her bare body, melting her. 

She didn't understand but felt sensitive about being touched like this.

Regardless, she doesn't hate it at all. Instead, her body arched when she felt that scorching hardness, making slow thrusts.

'What is happening to me?'

The hand that caressed her bare legs found its way upward and rested on her left chest.

Krishna froze on the bed and sharpened her senses.

When she stops struggling, the man lowers his head, his mouth trailing down her neck, leaving tiny bites on her collarbone.

"No!" she pushed him again but to no avail, as usual.

She remembered she had to attend a crucial party tomorrow. However, she couldn't recall where or what kind of banquet that was.

"Hah!"

The man's warm breath panned her face as he groaned in pleasure. Soon, she felt her ear nibbled by him.

'Is this a dream?' she struggled to snap out of a daze.

She squinted and looked up at the man on top of her. Dramatically, her eyes widened, shocked at the realization dawning on her.

"George!?"

"You're awake," said George with a smile.

Krishna was stunned. George behaves the opposite. Instead of feeling startled when she found out about his crime, he simply smiled at her.

He seemed happy that she was awake. And before she could sober up and react to his deed, he covered her lips and kissed her passionately. 

She tilted her head to avoid his kisses, but George was persistent. He didn't let her cover her lips with her hand. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, and the other cupped her face. 

As he kissed her fervently, he also gradually thrust into her... The sensual sense defeated her struggle. As she stopped resisting, George freed her wrists but grabbed her slender waist and posed a better position between her thighs. 

"You… Hn…"

Before she could think straight and berate him, George increased his speed.