Chapter 178 - Poison Ivy Part 3

Three days later

As the only daughter of her household - Natasha has experienced many things. Due to her family belonging to a mafia family, Natasha never expected to live a normal life. She knew from the very start. That's why she lived her life this entire time, not expecting anything.

It's so easy to fall into a routine, but harder to break it. It was already difficult for her the first time. But she managed to break it. What was she thinking getting back to it again? Her gaze drifted towards the person on top of her. For the past few minutes, since she came, all he did is kiss her neck. But, it made her feel vile and disgusting all over.

This person, why is he bothering with this with her again? She doesn't understand. What does he expect to gain from her? What does he want? He was bitter and annoyed when sne annulled the engagement. Natasha didn't understand why, though. Didn't he want to be free from the engagement?

"Why are you doing this? You've never taken an interest in me before." she exclaimed. She's getting so emotional, so worked up. This has never happened before.

"Is that what you really think? That I've never seen you as a woman?"

Natasha doesn't get a chance to say anything as he stands up and makes his way over to his workspace. She would have stood up and continued the topic. However, she feels as though the slightest movement would cause her to tumble.

She laid down and watched from the bed; as he took out some books and looked at the doc.u.ments. For someone who was acting like such a jerk earlier, he sure is working pretty hard. She dr.a.p.ed the blanket around her, feeling vile and unclean.

"Do you need anything to eat? I can run down and get it," Natasha offered.

"Mm? Yeah. I could use some more caffeine. Here."

Natasha stares blankly at the note in Mori's hands. "I can pay for it myself."

"Just so you actually come back," Mori mumbled.

"I won't run away."

Or rather, how could she possibly go back in this state?

"Then, give me a kiss before you go?"

....

Natasha exhales deeply, what on earth is she doing? She should use this chance to leave; he definitely doesn't intend to just stop at that after all. But, she still came back. He didn't have to send for her; she just went by herself. It's wrong. Whenever they kiss, whenever he holds her, it's all wrong. Whenever he holds her, she gets this uneasy feeling. She has to try and remember it; it relates to the past. If she can remember, perhaps it will come to an end.

Her thoughts broke when she spotted blue hair. Natasha immediately hid behind the wall.

"I bailed you, sir. But young master Touma is not happy."

Chauncey sighed, "It's not my fault I got caught."

"But sir, you knew the plan. What were you doing in that place?"

"I had other work there, geez," Chauncey murmured. "Quit yapping, is the carriage ready? I didn't sleep well in the cells."

"Yes, sir, it's down the road."

Now that she thought about it, she heard the news about Chauncey's arrest. As his fiance, they were naturally informed of it first. However, as much as she wanted to see him. Natasha held herself back. It would be better if they don't meet one another for a while. He looks so worn down, but then again, she is familiar with the justice system here.

Chauncey is a member of the mafia. They were definitely not lenient on him. She wants to go over there and comfort him. But, Natasha found that she couldn't do so. Her feet froze at the mere sight of him.

..

Of course, it wouldn't be as simply as her cooking for him, or rather the second she got inside. Mori immediately pushed her back down onto the bed.

"Food, don't you want any?"

"Natasha is enough for now."

For now, he says, that means he will stop soon enough. Even he can't keep this sort of activity up without any food. Despite her discomfort, Natasha shook off the thoughts she had earlier and relaxed into his hold. That feeling only lasted a second, yes, a minor second as his lips crashed into hers in a wild dance for dominance, and Natasha couldn't muster enough strength to bite those lips that aimed to devour her.

'It's not like she can't fight against him.' The first time he tried it before she consented. She hit him hard. Natasha felt his rough hands firmly on her bottom and sides.

She felt him fumbling at her garments and knowing how it would end up. Natasha didn't bother putting on many layers when she went out earlier. So it was easy for him to remove her clothing, a rough kiss - an assault of rough kisses on the crook of her neck to her shoulder. Natasha spotted a trail of blood from her neck and winced. He's too harsh, this is terrible.

Even if she tried to remain indifferent, it was a bit difficult. Her scream didn't die down as he penetrated inside her. The sudden thrust inside her made her body curl over. Natasha wanted to say something, anything to get him to be less rough. However, how many times did they sleep together in the past? She knows what kind of man he is.

She never expected a fairytale-like ending. She is a high ranking member of the mafia, isn't it obvious what her ending will be?

Mori didn't wait for her to catch her breath. "Natasha," he mumbled in her ear. "Even now, you only belong to me. I wonder what that fiance of yours thinks of you. Sixteen years old and already degrading yourself this way. Tell me, Natasha, does that guy do this with you? Has he seen you this way, or does he really think your innocent? Are you good at acting?"

'It's not that.' She isn't good at acting at all. Chauncey knows that she isn't a simple person. But, even then, he wouldn't say anything — the man named Chauncey Long. People refer to him as a player; there are all kinds of rumors about him. However, Natasha has learned a lot about him.

The spasms her legs created were jagged and pained as he buried his fingers deep within her while his free hand roughly groped her chest.

Mori appeared unsatisfied with the mark he left on her shoulder. So, he turned to her chest and harshly bit her there, causing a pained voice to leave her lips.

Every single touch, he gave hurt. Every single time his lips touched her skin. It felt like he was burning her alive; every single moment was slowly killing her. "Mori, can you. .slow down?" Natasha finally managed to ask.

"Hn? My bad, do you not like me biting you?"

She doesn't have to answer that, and he knows that.

"I see, you still can't speak," Mori bends down and kisses her lips. It surprised her how gentle it was. "Natasha-chan, your really are something, eh?"

Her voice, this is so strange. Why can't she speak? He grabbed a small pillbox from the drawer of his bedside and took out two blue tablets. "Take these."

He put them between his thumb and fingers– The same ones he used to penetrate her and shoved them in her mouth. She reacted, but he held her jaw closed with his other hand.

"Shh, swallow like a good girl. It's nothing dangerous."

She was reluctant, and yet Natasha nodded, no sooner had she taken them, she could feel her senses return to her. Mori continues to stroke her hair, and unfortunately, despite her senses returning, she had yet to regain her strength.