Chapter 42 - A Cricket In the Room (19+)
As he did so, Anna dug her fingernails deep into Dylan’s back. All she could do was hold onto him as he pounded into her faster and more powerfully than he had ever before. He seemed to like how she clung to him.
She pulled at Dylan so he’d turn his neck toward her. Seeing the opportunity and refusing to let it pass, he kissed her once more and pushed his tongue into her mouth, entwining them so deeply neither could decipher which belonged to who.
She took her breasts in hand, but then her hands were pushed away by Dylan’s own. It looked like he wanted control over everything. His jealousy was in full display, directly showcased before her. He gave her breasts a soft squeeze, then toyed with the hardened tips of their peaks with a finger, stimulating them. The whole room seemed filled with evidence of their heated exchange.
He thrust into her without giving her a moment to breathe, depriving her of the capacity to think properly. Every second felt like he was grinding her into dust. His fringe glistened with sweat. He had already come inside her once before, and now he was doing it again.
Anna lay splayed out on the bed, devoid of strength. Dylan, meanwhile, still seemed to have some energy left. He immediately shifted his attention to biting into her breast. Although she knew she should speak up and confess that she could endure no more, seeing him selfishly embark on his desire to fondle and caress her was honestly a wonderful feeling.
Someone was at the door. Her head snapped up in fear, but Dylan didn’t pay it any mind.
“Someone’s here!” Anna whispered, lowering her voice. She tried to get him to stop. It was only then that he let go of the nipple he had in his mouth.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said.
“How could I not worry about it?”
She pushed him aside and quickly stood up. A shadow descended upon his forehead. He spoke up, sounding annoyed. “See, no one answered so they left already.”
Anna had already begun to dress herself, however, picking up her clothes and putting them on all at the speed of light. She dusted off her disheveled skirt. Dylan was lying in bed completely naked, so she gathered and organized his discarded clothing.
“Please dress quickly,” she said. “Only then I can leave.”
“Stay with me.”
“Why are you acting like this again today? Did something happen?”
Her question reminded Dylan of his forgotten anger. His forehead wrinkled, cast in deep, displeased shadow. If one were to label his behavior as a ridiculous onslaught of jealousy, then so be it.
“From now on, don’t hang out with my older brother,” he spat. However, he regretted the thoughtless words as soon as they escaped him.
Anna felt as if her heart had frozen solid at that moment. “Why?” she asked. She slowly took her hand, which had been sitting on his shoulder, off of him. Her gaze bore straight into him. “Why are you forbidding me from being close to Master David?”
Dylan’s lips were pressed tightly shut.
“Please tell me,” she pleaded, and he finally opened his mouth.
“You really don’t know?”
“Yes. I’m asking because I honestly don’t know. I’m genuinely curious why you would say such a thing to me.”
“No, you know very well. About that rumor.”
Anna’s face stiffened. “That rumor?” she echoed.
He chose not to explain any more than that. He knew she must’ve completely understood what he meant. Soon enough, she brought a hand to her head, her breathing turning rough.
“Yes, I know about that rumor very well. I’ve heard it with my own ears,” she began. “But what about it? Why would that be any reason to stay away from him?”
A long silence followed her question, revealing an answer as stiff in nature as the expression upon her face.
“You think… the rumor is true?” she breathed, disbelieving. Her eyes met his, now filled with resentment.
“If it’s not true, then that just means you should be even more careful not to be seen beside my older brother. Even if your relationship with him is completely innocent, people will believe what they choose to believe. Should a little more time pass, that rumor will grow out of control!”
“Are you sure all of this isn’t because only you, Master, choose to think this way?”
Dylan’s eyes shook. “David acts as he does because he doesn’t want to see you get hurt, either. Don’t try to distort this.”
Anna’s eyes were wet, flush with tears ready to shed. She backed away from him. “If it’s not the truth, why would I be hurt?” she asked. “It’s not the truth, so why are you worried?”
“Hah, why would I be worried? I’m not worried at all.”
“No, Master. You are. You’re worried that the rumor is true! Was that why you were standing in front of the library and waiting like that? Because you doubted our relationship? You thought something might’ve happened in there!”
“Don’t say ‘our relationship’!” Dylan yelled vehemently. He felt as if her eyes were slicing and scratching away at his heart as she criticized him. “Don’t describe your association with my older brother… like that.”
“Master, you did not have the right to question me about the rumor as you did. Other people may whisper amongst themselves about it, but you, at least, Master…”
The tears welling up in Anna’s eyes finally reached a breaking point, solemnly rolling down her cheeks.
“Shouldn’t have to,” she finished. Her expression was filled with resentment, disillusionment clear in her gaze. She glared at him, her eyes tinged red, before turning her back to him.