He Loves Her

CHAPTER SIX

Adonis Ian Black.

I do have a heart.

Glad it doesn't belong to you.

You never wanted it.

Her words ring in my ears like a tape on repeat as I walk away from her.

Making my way out of the cabin, I see Scarlet talking and laughing with the boys. The fire glints in her eyes as she chuckles, her long legs spread before her as she sits in the sand. I love her, I love this beautiful woman, have been in love with her for five long years.

Then why is Roseline affecting me so much? Why do I feel so possessive around her? Like I want to keep from from every harms way. 

Maybe it's the old feelings, the emotions I felt when I held her in my arms five years back. Her small frame molded into me, her eyes wide and lips parted. In that very instant I felt protective over her. I wanted to possess her, I wanted to consume her in my being. The way her touch ignites my body, electrifying my skin like no one else. I have never felt that with Scarlet. But Scarlet is my first love, she's the one I've been obsessed with since the day my eyes fell on her.

She was eighteen, out in the mall with her friends. She was munching on a huge chocolate bar when I saw her, fighting with her friends for the sweet. And right there, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was the reason I went to that high school as a teacher, just to be close to her. She was my dream , my obsession. 

But then Roseline came along, the most beautiful girl with the sharpest mind. She was like calm waters, an unheard symphony. She had a way to deal with everything, her own way. She looked for the best in people; brought out the best in them. She was like sunshine and I was slowly and happily bathing in it. 

But she was not Scarlet, I love Scarlet.

I don't know why I'm stressing so much about her now. She's not the old Roseline anymore, she's someone else entirely. She's my wife. 

I rank my fingers in my hair as I make my way towards my cabin, I need a drink ; a strong one. Scarlet seems to be enjoying her company since she hasn't realised my departure yet.

Taking a seat at the bar, I make myself a strong shot of whiskey. The vile liquid flows down my throat and leaves it burning behind. I rarely drink , just when I'm too stressed up or frustrated. The thought of Roseline getting me so worked up infuriates me, I clench the glass in my hand , slamming it on the floor across the room. 

I don't need to see her to know she's here, her gaze burning on my back. I turn around reluctantly and there she is, in all her f*****g sexiness. She strides into the room, looking at the glass in shreds on the floor. Her eyes widen before they meet mine, questionably.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Black?" Her soft melodic voice filters into my brain.

No it f*****g isn't, because you are here.

I feel hatred rise in my chest for her, a scowl setting on my lips."Fantastic." I reply bitterly, turning my back to her.

She takes a few steps towards me and I close my eyes , trying to keep my cool. There's nothing more I want right now but to pull her to me, and ravish her over this counter. Her hand rests upon my shoulder and I'm momentarily lost. Her hand is warm over the flimsy fabric of my shirt. The spark making an appearance.

"Are you sure?" She asks softly, as if talking to a child. Why does she has to be so sweet? 

Turning around infuriated, I grab her waist and pull her to collide with my body. She needs to f*****g stay away from me. Her eyes widen as she looks up to me, hazel irises glowing in the soft lighting of the room. Pushing her against the counter,I cage her between my arm. I'm aware that my breathing is ragged and I try my hardest to calm it as I watch her chest rise and fall with each heaving breathe.

Do I have the same affect over her as she has over me?

"M-Mr. Black..." She stutters adorably and I press my finger against her lips to shut her up. Her lips are petal soft and kissable under my fingers. My anger dissipates as I watch her pupils dilate. Her gaze fixed over my mouth.

Oh! How bad I wanna taste her.

This is wrong, this is not right. But I don't give two shits right now, I want to taste her. I want to ravish her mouth right now. I move my hand, cupping her cheek to bring her closer to me. The touch of her skin intoxicating and electrifying me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes shinning with an emotion unknown to me as she watches me draw close, her soft lips parted. I bring my other hand to her small waist, crushing her pelvis to mine. A soft gasp leaves her lips and it's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.

Her breathe is warm on my lips, mouth just inches apart as her fingers clutch the fabric of my shirt over my chest. She closes her eyes , leaning in just when I hear Scarlet's laughter filling the air, inching closer to the cabin.

Scarlet...

In a instant I'm off her, creating distance between our bodies. Her eyes flutter open, hurt shining brightly in them as she looks away. 

Shit! s**t! s**t!

I move my hand in my hair, to keep it from touching her to soothe that pain away. Biting my lip. "I'm sorry." I utter lamely, and with that I'm out of the door. Leaving her to tend to the hurt of my rejection herself.

What the f**k was I thinking? I was going to kiss her? I don't f*****g want her, I want Scarlet. She's f*****g with my mind, she's making me feel things I have never felt before. Why the f**k did I have to marry her? If dad hadn't forced me to , I would never have.

Hell, I didn't even know I will be marrying Roseline.

Rubbing my face, I drop myself to sit in the sand. Looking over to the ocean , I release a deep breathe. The memory of hurt in her insanely gorgeous hazel eyes view in my head.

How could I do that to her? She has been nothing but kind to me.

I have f****d her life, gotten married to her when I didn't love her and am sleeping with my girlfriend with her in the same house. I can't give her hope like this , I love Scarelet. I can never be with her , this marriage is going to end in two years. 

I can't get attached to her...

Scarlet sits on the sand next to me, resting her hand on my knee to bring me out of my thoughts. I look at her to see she's aready gazing at me, her hair blows in the wind as she smiles to me. "Hi, baby." She murmurs softly.

I love her...

Grasping her face, I press my lips to hers wanting desperately to feel the sparks I do with Roseline. She gasps at the sudden action and I quickly push my tongue into her mouth, taking advantage of the oppurtunity. She tastes like apples and beer, I've always loved how she tastes. Depeening the kiss, I pull her to my lap.

With her legs placed on either side of me, she cradles my head in her hands, kissing me back with ferver. I groan in approvement as her fingers tug at my hair, holding her hips I grind her against my manhood. 

A soft moan escapes her mouth as I push up against her, all the while ravaging her mouth. I tug at her hair to pull her to me, kissing and sucking the skin of her neck and shoulder as I push my fingers inside her panties and start rubbing her pleasure nub.

Her moans fill the night air around us when I push two fingers inside her, massaging her inner walls. Biting her neck , I watch as she looks down to me. Instead of brown irises, hazels stares back at me as I pump my fingers in and out of her. Her soft lips are parted , her long waist-length hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall as she throws her head back.

Roseline...

Yanking her bra cup down so it traps her breast, pushing it up and offering it to me. I take it in my mouth, sucking hard as she moans. Her moans are enticing, intoxicating and I'm drugged, wanting to be buried deep, deep inside her. Ripping her panties off, I tug down my trunks with one hand , freeing my erection.

I need to be inside her...

Her small mouth slacks open as I rub myself against her opening, eyes glazed over. I can't take it anymore, I need to be inside her. Ceasing my tease, I plunge into her womanhood, enticing a loud moan from her.

She grasps my hair, pressing her soft lips to mine as she practically consumes my mouth. I grasp her hips , moving her up and down on me in a punishing rhythm. Moaning into my mouth , she shudders, encouraging me to move faster and I do just that. Ramming myself inside her, till she's a moaning mess, a little bundle of nerves and pleasure.

Releasing myself inside her depths when she comes around me, I hold her to me trying to regain my breathe.

Her chest heaves wildly as she pants. "That was amazing." I hear Scarlet's breathy voice and I look up to see her in my lap. Me still firmly planted inside her womanhood.

Guilt, deep and heavy hits my chest when I realise I had just made love to Scarlet thinking of Roseline. Scarlet buries her face in the crook of my neck, and I hold her tightly to me, feeling like a jerk.

What is she doing to me?

She has me f*****g possesed.

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