Chapter 9: Chapter 9 In the bathroom
"It was Jade's favorite toy. If you carry it with you, it will recognize you through the bell as long as it is near you, and you will be safe." She stared at Wynne with some sympathy.
"There's only one thing I want you to understand, never, ever do anything evil with it, or you'll be lost in everlasting perdition." George's grandma said severely.
George was a piece of shit, but his grandma was really a sweet person.
Wynne took the bell with much gratefulness, and gave all the money she brought in her wallet to the old sweet lady in order to make up for her loss.
Wynne got home exhausting, and coming into her view, Dooley spun the bell in his hand, staring at a specific place in the air.
She walked to the fucking guy, wondering how did the bell George's grandma gave her end up in Dooley's hands?
Wynne reached out for her bell back, as he dodged her grab by swing his hand with bell back hard, just to keep her from touching, which made her constantly rubbing against him. His fucking sick, and innocent face was actully liar! his staying power was much more than hers.
"Give me back the bell, you pervert" Wynne yelled breathlessly at him.
"Can you memorize what I told?" Dooley raised his chiseled chin, sneering, "If i found you do something wrong to me, i will kill you!"
He rose, stepped towards her. His tall stature brought her much stress.
"Whatever! I've had enough." Wynne yelled at him, keeping her head up and eyes closed, since fatigue made her lose her patience with him.
"Pussy turned into wild cat, ha,ha, funny~~" His laugh seemed restrained from fury.
"It's rather easy to have your death than your life." Said Dooley.
He leaned over to Wynne, and touched the tip of her nose with his long forefinger, dropped her bell into her hand, and then went to bathroom.
Wynne heard him bathing, and breathed a sigh of relief. She bet right, he's just a paper tiger.
"Send me the towel" Before she could finish her breath, the creepy voice coming from the bathroom.
"What a fucking perverted dirty snake!" She muttered under her breath. The next moment, her abdomen began to hurt, and it was getting worse in a second.
"Shit! Again! " Wynne quickly picked the towel up, and walked over.
A perfume lamp burning in the bathroom, its dim yellow light emitting ambiguous atmosphere in the mist.
Steaming mist floating from the water of the bathtub, under the heat, aromatherapy taste to play to the extreme, Dooley's eyes were particularly blurred in the soft light, especially the mole at the end of his eyes, at this time showed a kind of unutterable temptation and desire.
Staring into his eyes, Wynne got an instinctive change in her body, and her mind became dull and blank.
As if haunted by a ghost, she let him took her hand touching, caressing his chest, and moving down slowly ...she felt strange, just like took drug, and the more she took, the more she wanted, until she touched his "big bro", as hard as soldering iron, which shocked her returning.
Dooley seemed to predict her idea, pulled her into the tub before she withdrew her hand. As a burst of water sounded, they two lying in the bathtub in the white foam. When a drop of water was splashed on her face, Wynne found they two were quiet close in the narrow bathtub, Dooley was naked, and she was wearing a white dress, all soaked!
"Ah!" Wynne cried out in alarm, just wanted to get up, but Dooley pulled her with her arm in his holding.
"Why did you cut your lip?" He asked, his sight fixing on her lips.
"What?" Wynne licked her lips with her tongue. Perhaps she was bitten by herself in pain yesterday when she was in George's grandma's house.
"I can cure." As he spoke, his moist flap of lips covering hers.
Wynne stared at him, his long hair swaying like a weed in the bathtub as his move. She tried to push him away, her hands seemed to lose power, as if he had drained all her strength through his fierce long kiss.
The bathroom was very hot, and Wynne was still dressed.
She could sense his each change of his body, which extremely hot, pressing against hers. It was as if he wanted to melt her into him. When he kissed, he reached out his hand, touched the sweat on her forehead, and slightly tilted his head, panting in her ear: "You are sweating, take off your clothes, little cat."
Wynne could tell that he was trying to bewitch her, but she hardly refused to his drunken state and handsome face. He was absolutely the best-looking man she had ever seen. Just as she didn't know what to do, a rapid knock on the door!
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