Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 9: 9-He Saw My Wet Panties

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His hand briefly squeezed the side of my breast before he lost control.

I noticed how firmly he pressed against me, rubbing the sensitive skin as if he wanted to consume every inch of it.

His breathing had turned ragged too.

I wasn’t calm either.

Being this close to him, skin against skin, should have disgusted me.

Instead, heat curled low inside me, and I hated myself for feeling it.

Guilt settled heavily in my chest.

I felt dirty.

It felt like I was crossing a line I never should have crossed.

My breathing turned unsteady.

His face hovered inches away from mine. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

And for a moment, one thought hit me hard.

How could someone with a face like his carry something so dark inside him?

What kind of twisted balance was that?

Why would God give a man like him so much beauty and power?

Then he crossed another boundary.

He held my gaze as he swallowed hard and moved closer.

I didn’t pull away.

At some point, pretending had stopped feeling like pretending, and I was sinking into it more than I wanted to admit.

His thumb slowly slipped beneath the fabric, sliding past the cup I clutched against my chest.

Then I felt it.

The rough brush of his thumb against my areola.

A shaky breath caught in my throat as I fought to keep a moan from slipping out.

Because I knew the second I let him hear it, he would take it as permission to go further.

I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

Not yet.

He needed to feel it all first. The heat. The craving. The frustration.

So I acted nonchalant, as if none of this felt wrong.

His thumb moved over my areola, not teasing it in soft circles.

He only seemed interested in pressing his skin against the sensitive texture of the brown flesh.

Then his thumb pressed harder.

I swallowed while keeping my eyes locked on his.

The second his thumb slid higher and brushed the underside of my nipple, my body jerked.

That was when I realized how hard my nipples had become.

He must have noticed it too. The stiffness pressed clearly against his thumb.

"Did it hurt?" he murmured softly, his gaze falling to my lips.

"Just... a little," I replied between heavy breaths. ƒrēewebnovel.com

"But don’t worry. The medicine should ease the pain soon," I said, regaining my composure as I slowly pulled back, silently letting him know that was enough for now.

He paused before reluctantly moving his hand away.

I caught him staring at my chest before he finally dragged his gaze away.

I let the shirt drop before reaching behind my back to fasten my bra.

Even then, I kept watching him, fully aware of how hard he was trying not to look again.

After pulling my shirt back into place, I cleared my throat softly to let him know I was done.

"Where on your leg?" he asked as soon as his eyes met mine again.

I had a feeling he wanted another excuse to touch me.

My gaze flickered down to his crotch, and I barely stopped myself from reacting.

He was hard enough to show clearly through his pants.

Exactly the effect I had wanted.

"Here," I murmured, resting my hand over my skirt while pressing lightly against the bikini line of my left thigh beneath it.

"Umm... I’m not sure where exactly," he said, his voice rough and heavy as his eyes remained locked on my skirt.

And under his stare, I slowly lifted the fabric before touching the spot again, spreading my legs just enough for him to see.

I watched his chest rise and fall heavily.

It was painfully obvious he wanted to tear my white panties off me.

The hunger in his eyes was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before.

"I think it’s just a muscle strain. A simple massage should take care of it," he said, his gaze still fixed between my legs.

By that point, heat had already flooded my cheeks.

Had I ever thought I’d be sitting in front of a hot Alpha King with my legs spread once again?

Nope.

But here I was.

"I’ll have to move your panties to the side," he murmured, pausing briefly to clear his throat.

The request felt outrageous, but at the same time, it made sense for the treatment.

I was sure he felt damn lucky getting an opportunity like this.

Now he could ask for almost anything without it sounding inappropriate.

Not that I would have called him out on it anyway.

"Or the oil might stain your panties," he uttered softly, pretending not to be affected by his own request as he searched through the box for the oil.

It was right there.

But he wanted me to stay calm and treat the whole thing as completely normal.

"Oh, I definitely don’t want that," I answered innocently, as though I didn’t have other panties or couldn’t wash these ones later.

However, the second I lowered my eyes and shifted my panties aside to reveal my bikini line, I noticed the damp patch against the fabric.

A wave of shame hit me immediately.

I hadn’t even realized I was wet.

Wait.

He had to have noticed it too.

But it was too late to back out now.

I had started this for a reason.

I needed him to be affected enough to want me back at work.

So with immense shame, I pushed my panties to the side while making sure the folded fabric covered the damp spot and hid my pussy lips.

Jaguar rubbed oil between his fingers before reaching toward me.

He scooted his stool even closer this time, and I slowly spread my legs wider for him.

The second his fingers brushed my bikini line, I tilted my chin up and forced every reaction back down.

"Here?" he whispered softly, and the sound made me lower my eyes.

That was when I realized our faces were barely an inch apart.

"Mm-hm," was the only response I could manage.

His fingers started moving slowly up and down my bikini line.