Forbidden Heat

Chapter 61: Stranger in the NightExclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Dad! Listen to me. You have to hear about this!" Angela shouted at her father the moment she entered his study.

Angela's father looked up from the business journey that he was reading a little to give her a glance before looking back down at the pages.

"Dad! Do you know what that bitch, Natalia, just did to me?!?" Angela continued screaming as she threw herself down into the

leather sofa.

"Lower you voice...and watch your language," her father hissed with his eyes still on the journal.

"That bitch just seduced my fiancé while I was trying on my wedding dress! Dad, are you even listening?" Angela yelled at her

father.

"Why are you telling me this? Do you still want to marry Lucien or not?" the old man said passively.

"Yes! Of course, I want to marry him!" Angela replied firmly.

"Good. If you still want to marry him then I don't need to do anything. Just leave," Angela's father replied without a care while shooing her off with his hand.

"What do you mean? You don't have to do anything? You're going to let me marry Tacien while he continues to sleep with his stepdaughter?" Angela replied in disbelief.

"Let me make this clear. This is not a marriage. This is a business arrangement I made in exchange for the growth of our combined business. The marriage to help act as a cover up for your past mistake is just something the Rosenhall family is doing for me as a favor. If you can't even seduce Lucien to sleep with you instead of his stepdaughter then just leave them alone or become a nun. Either would work very well for me. Now leave," the man said with disgust in his voice.

"Dad! This is immoral. Can't you help me fix this? Aren't you disgusted with Lucien's affair?" Angela pleaded. Getting her father to pressure the elders to break them up for good would be the most ideal solution.

"Not any more than when you aborted the child you had with your cousin...Just as I have not told Lucien about your sins; I will pretend that I know nothing regarding his relationship with his stepdaughter. Whatever you do, don't ruin my business deal," he replied before walking out of the room.

Angela stared after her father with hatred in her eyes.

The night was silent but instead of feeling at peace I felt a sense of foreboding like the calm before a storm. I stepped onto my bedroom's balcony and looked down at the garden below and then up to the sky. I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about my mother and about what life would be like right now if she was still alive. Would I be in love with Lucien like I am now? Would the three of us be a normal family? Would I have made the same decisions that I did it she was here to guide me? Probably not.

I guess it doesn't matter. The fact remains that my mother is no longer here with me and hasn't been for over ten years now. I'm not the brightest and sharpest tool in the shed, but I am fully aware of my situation. Everything I have left in this life is due the kindness and mercy of Lucien and his family. Everything from the food 1 ate, the education I received, the clothes I had on, the roof over my head and much more. However, mercy may not be the same as love and may not be provided without conditions or without bonds. Just like other family members, one day it would be my turn to make sacrifices for the family.

I've considered breaking off from this family for good many times during the harsh times growing up. However, the fact that I am still here meant that I couldn't do it. This is where my mother chose for me to stay, believing until her last breath that it would be best for me to remain here. Leaving would be like leaving my mother behind or betraying her. I felt guilty every time I thought of leaving. Who ever installed in me the sense of gratitude and loyalty has done a very outstanding job indeed.

It's late already, I guess I should just sleep for today. I wondered how Angela would deal with her marriage to Lucien for a while... then I didn't wonder anymore.

"hmm...mmm..."

I saw manly hands on my tits squeezing them and saw myself moaning in pleasure as an unknown man pleasured my body. I felt my body getting hot and turned on. His hands on my naked skin were burning hot and I twisted a little in his arms. I felt little warm kisses on my neck, my chest, my breasts and then trialing down the plane of my stomach.

Why am I dreaming of having sex? Was I unknowingly unsatisfied because Lucien didn't go all the way with me?

Although I knew that this was a dream, I couldn't stop or control what was happening. The kisses were moving, lower and lower until he was kissing the sensitive spot in between my legs. I felt so hot and wet there as I felt his teasing tongue exploring the folds of my pussy. Then I felt my clit being sucked hard before his tongue sunk into my hot hole...

This is so strange. His hot tongue was thrusting in and out of my cunt faster now and my body felt like it was on fire...

"Ahhhh!" I woke up with a start as a loud moan of pleasure escaped my mouth.

To my utmost shock, my leg was spread wide apart and there was a man crouching in between my legs!

"Who....!?!" I began to ask and scream when he forced my mouth shut with his hand.

To be continued...