But her fists were little more than playful taps against his chest. Through the thin fabric of his black shirt, she felt the sculpted planes of his abs.
Suddenly, what Florentino had sternly warned her about before echoed in her mind. “Stay away from Fulbert. He’s got some dangerous connections, and the last thing we wanna do is mess with him.”
In defiance and spite, she slid her hand under his thin shirt, traced his abs, pressed him against the wall, and rose on her toes to kiss his chin.
“Wanna have fun?”
Though his body was a bit stiff, he didn’t push her away.
After hesitating for a second, he held her waist, letting her do what she wanted. His gaze swept from her delicate face to her alluring, rosy lips.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice slightly husky.
She giggled. “You know what I mean. Just one night. I won’t tell.”
As she spoke, she slid her hand downward.
Divorcing Florentino and sleeping with his friend–what a classic revenge.
In the next second, Fulbert pulled her closer, leaving no room for her to escape.
He whispered, his deep voice dripping with danger, “Are you serious?”
Their bodies were pressed against each other, and she could feel his arousal.
She deliberately wriggled her waist and teased, her voice alluring, “What? You scared?”
His breath grew ragged, the lust in his deep–set eyes undisguised. “My place?”
As he spoke, he pressed her slender waist closer to him, his desire barely contained.
The pressure of his desire jolted her to her senses. What the heck was she doing?
Panicked, Sandria wriggled free and tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
“Sorry. I had too much to drink, I was just joking.”
Clicking his tongue, Fulbert looked down at her bowed head. “I knew you’d chicken out.”
Sandria froze.
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Then she looked up at him with defiance.
In a fit of anger, she blurted out, “Your place then.”
Fulbert grabbed Sandria’s wrist and pressed her against the wall, his warm breath reaching her soft lips.
“Do it… Now,” he said, panting.
She did it without hesitation.
Resting her hands on his chest, she aimed herself at his penis. Just then, he swiftly gripped her hips and pulled her down.
Feeling his giant inside her, her body burned with a raw pain. She clenched, making him gasp.
He lifted her up, pulled out, and then moved his hands to her waist to press her down again. She couldn’t help but cry out as her fingers dug into his skin.
Then he slid down his hands to guide her hips in a deliberate rhythm–gentler and slower this time.
She arched her back, moaning with pleasure. Before she realized it, he began to thrust. As she rode him, her breasts swayed with each of his movements.
“Fuck me…” she whimpered, his husky groan almost making her come.
He let go of her hips and started to circle he clit with his thumb. Instantly, it felt so good it nearly overwhelmed her.
She closed her eyes to better focus on all the sensations, feeling his penis entirely inside her, his thumb on her clit, his heavy breathing, and his sweat–slicked chest beneath her fingertips.
She could feel orgasm gathering at her core, her muscles tensing.
He began quickening the rhythm of his thumb against her clit.
As their movements grew faster, she let out a cry as she came around him.
“We’ll both forget what happened tonight tomorrow.” She soon got dressed and left, not glancing at his expression.
It was purely about her revenge, her letting go, and her final goodbye to the past.
***
Sandria slept soundly that very night, which was a rare thing.
Within the remaining two weeks, she needed to settle all remaining matters, including her job and her adoptive par-
ents.
