Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: 118-Fingers Around My Nipple

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He pulled back and smiled at me.

Until then, I had been asking him to leave. But suddenly, I forced a weak smile.

"Come on. Let me apply the medicine to your body," he said as he stepped back and held out his hand to me.

At that point, I had no other choice.

Without thinking much, I placed my hand in his.

The way he smirked, it was as though he had won.

He led me back to the bed and helped me sit down.

Then I instantly crawled backward while he opened the tube of medicine.

I noticed him unbuckle his belt.

As I lay flat on the bed, he crawled on top of me.

His knees settled on either side of my thighs, with one knee positioned between my legs.

Then he opened my robe again.

This time, he didn’t even try to hide his hunger for my body.

I lay there with my hands resting beside my head, watching his eyes drift to my breasts.

He squeezed a generous amount of cream onto his hand before spreading it across my stomach.

The coldness of the ointment against my bruises made me wince.

Every time I did, I caught a look of satisfaction on his face.

I lay there completely naked in front of him.

One knee was drawn up, my legs crossed just enough to preserve what little dignity I had left.

He was no longer between my legs.

He had moved to my side, but he was treating my injuries just like he had promised.

"You know, boyfriends and girlfriends argue."

As he spoke, he lowered himself over me.

He slipped one arm around my head, his hand reaching the opposite side of my face as he brought himself closer, while his other hand continued rubbing the ointment over my stomach.

"You’re not supposed to kick me out."

As soon as he said that, his lips brushed against mine.

It was a gentle kiss.

Then his hand began to move higher, his thumb carelessly brushing the underside of my breast.

The problem was that I wasn’t going to let go.

Before he could do anything else, I reached for him and crashed my lips against his.

I could tell he was shocked because he didn’t move for the first few seconds.

Then he slowly began to kiss me back, sucking gently on my lips.

His hand slid beneath my breast and cupped it.

I could tell the softness surprised him because he started squeezing it over and over in his hand.

Then his fingers found my nipple and rolled it between them, making my back arch.

A moan escaped my lips, and I bit down on his lower lip.

He pulled back and looked at me.

"It hurts so much."

The moment I said that, I seized the opportunity to grab his wrist and pull his hand away from my breast.

"Ouch," I complained again.

He finally realized I wasn’t in any condition to make out.

He didn’t argue or waste a second.

He simply scooped me into his arms.

At this point, I had to use him as much as I could while avoiding physical intimacy as much as possible.

By physical intimacy, I meant sex.

I wasn’t going to lose my virginity to him.

Once we were outside the house, I insisted that he put me down while he went to bring the car around from the next street.

The moment he was gone, I quickly locked the front door.

I had a very bad feeling.

The fact that Jaguar had been inside the house meant he definitely had a duplicate key.

But how the heck did he know the passcode to my house?

My head snapped toward the neighbor’s house, and I noticed Mrs. Baker quickly duck behind the curtain.

She had definitely seen everything.

I had to change the passcode.

At least she didn’t have a key, and I didn’t think Jaguar would be coming back anytime soon.

Roman returned a moment later and carried me in his arms.

Every woman watched from her window, probably calling me a whore for always having different men carry me around.

Once he settled me into the passenger seat, he buckled my seatbelt, and our journey began.

He had no idea.

By taking me to his hospital and introducing me as his girlfriend, he was handing me information on a silver platter.

But I had to do it.

He had become far too involved in this game now.