My Wife Is My Nephew's Bodyguard

" Uhm...! Adri...an!!" She spoke in between their struggle to let go and to hold on. But, the later was being restricted by the man. She couldn't escape! He's too strong!

Layla felt cold as the man's hand start roaming around her back. Her b.u.t.t, her waist, and her back t.h.i.g.h were not being spared. Later, Adrian's hand slip under her shirt.

" You...! Uhm...stop!" Layla feel humiliated. He hug her, he forcefully kiss her, and now, he touch her?! She wants to kick this man away, but why the hell her body didn't reacted as per her wishes? What shamed her the most was her reaction towards this hot feeling.

Like a flame, he ignite a burning sensation within her body. From the back, his hand didn't stop even once. As if feeling her rejection towards him getting lessened, Adrian rejoiced. She don't remember him, sure, but it doesn't mean her body didn't...right? In the year of their marriage, he could tell her feeling for him was not fake. The love, the passion, the happiness they enjoyed was true.

He never take her as bodyguard at all. For him, Layla is his wife. His life. His world. The job contract was fake, too. She missed some conditions in the contract that year, because he...do something like changing the clauses?

Alright, that's not the problem. Now, he must do something to let her stay. The way Allen and Fred looks at them before, he could tell she wanted to leave. Hell NO!

Divorce? Dream on!

As for Layla, her feet buckled. This man was too intense. His overbearing possessiveness like a tide that washed away her rejection and repulsion. From the start, she couldn't bring herself to hurt him. Asking for divorce, she already regret it. Now, he being like this, she felt hurt, too. She couldn't remember about their past, but she know the relationship was not fake. Sometimes, she felt a familiarity from this man. As for that person, also same. Their eyes...was unique. Thinking about that person, Layla looked at the man in front of her silently. An impossible notion click her memories of the past. Are they...?

She sighed at her own guess. It's not impossible...no?

To appease his uneasiness, Layla concede. Their kiss become more gentle as time passing. Her shirt went down, leaving only her dark brown bra. Adrian's hands getting bolder as he went up to release the hidden mounds from its entrapment. Taking advantage from her distraction, Adrian cupped her bosom with both his hands.

Layla m.o.a.n.e.d, shuddered at his hot touches. Her hands went up, circling around his neck like a coiling snake. She admitted that his touch was so good, thus, she bit his bottom lip, teasing his d.e.s.i.r.e. Hearing he growled lowly, Layla chuckled. Her hands expertly find an opening of his shirt, and slipped inside.

His tight abdomen and biceps was c.a.r.e.s.sed by her soft, smooth hands. Adrian m.o.a.n.e.d at the naughty touches. He quickly undress himself, leaving nothing but his b.a.r.e torso. Layla growled at the drooling sight of his n.a.k.e.d body. Just like how it felt under her hands, his body was so smooth like a polished granite.

Adrian smirked, as he start fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t from bottom to the top. His thumbs c.a.r.e.s.sing her n.i.p.p.l.es and felt it hardened. He flicked it, pinch it, and pulled it, gaining cries of protest from her. Before she could part their lips away, Adrian freed one of his hand and cupped her back neck. Their lips connected again, and a round of kissing start, leaving no way for her to freed herself.

Adrian's hands won't stay still. He roamed around her front and back torso just to feel her shuddering and trembling under his touch. His hand went south, intending to strip her pant away.

Layla alarmed, she quickly hold his hand to stop it. " Wait, Adrian...we need...uhmm!" Layla's word cut halfway as Adrian's lips sealed it. Meanwhile, he hooked the zip down, exposing her panty to the outside. Not giving her chance to stop him later, Adrian pull her hands to the back side. He saw a wire charge nearby on top of a cabinet. Without thinking, he takes the wire and wound it around Layla's hands to bound her.

" Adrian! Release me this instance! You dare!?" Layla struggle to loosen the wire from her bounded hands, but failed. She was so frustrated as she hissed at him, baring her teeth towards him.

" I won't, and never thought to release you. Be good and stay." Adrian tugging her pant, went down to strip her. Now, the only cloth left was her bra and panty. Layla feels ashamed as her face turned red in embarrassment. This man was a rogue!

" You rogue! I'll...uhmm..." again, her lips blocked by Adrian's. This time, she couldn't move her hands to push him away. Satisfied with his 'masterpiece' by tying his wife, Adrian lift her up. It was so sudden, taking her out of guard. He push her upwards, and bring her to the sofa. Both of them sitting in different ways; Adrian sat in normal position, while Layla straddle him from the front. He put her bottom at the top of his bulging pant.

Layla's eyes widened in surprised and horror as she felt the hot bulge at her core bottom. She wants to get up, but Adrian push her down back.

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