Chapter 6 Are You Jealous?

• Michelle trembled, feeling Luis kiss the spot he had bitten and licked it. She turned to look at him, only to find him staring back at her with an intense gaze.
• “Luis…?” She muttered dejectedly, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her as she noticed the way Luis' gaze kept darkening as it locked onto her.
• “Who is Alan?” he suddenly asked, causing Michelle's eyes to widen with surprise.
• “What?”
• “You heard me, Michelle; who is he?” Michelle held Luis’ shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and answered.
• “He's my professor.”
• “Just that? Because you two looked close.”
• ‘Is he jealous?’ The thought filled Michelle with excitement; if Luis is jealous, it means he loves her, right?’
• “Stay away from him,” Luis said, his tone sounding like a command.
• “He's my friend, Luis; I can't stop being friends with him all of a sudden. Are you jealous?" Michelle asked, with teasing in her voice.
• “Don't let me repeat myself; I don't want you anywhere close to him, and you will do what I say,” Luis said in a dominant voice, his fingers gripping Michelle's jaw tightly.
• “Is that why you have someone spying on me? Because you heard the rumors? Since when?” Michelle asks, holding his gaze.
• "Yes, Michelle, I did! And it doesn't matter when, but you didn't deny it! Did you enjoy being called his whore? His bed warmer?!" He asked in an intimidating tone as his grip on Michelle's jaw tightened.
• "Luis! You're hurting me.”
• “You will obey, Michelle!” He growled, not letting go of her jaw.
• “You can't fucking tell me what to do, and I don't owe you any explanation; let go of me! And fucking get off me!” Michelle said, hitting him repeatedly on the chest. But Luis held her wrists and pinned them above her head with his left hand and sealed her lips, kissing her intensely, while his right hand moved to her breast and he began kneading it forcefully.
• Everything hurt, with the way he was kissing and biting her lips combined with his rough handling of her breast. Michelle tried to free herself, but all her struggles were rendered futile by Luis' manly strength.
• So Michelle did what she thought would snap Luis out of his madness. She began to respond to the kiss, matching his intensity. And just as the kiss prolonged, she bit him hard on the lips, and he pulled away, looking at her with a shocked expression; his lower lips stained with blood.
• Out of frustration, Luis punched the bed, and it landed right near Michelle's head, and she gasped. ‘Was he going to punch her?’ she thought, pushing him away. Luis got off her; he went into the closet and came back with a new shirt, which he handed to her.
• Michelle yanked the shirt from him, putting it on when Luis sat on the bed.
• “I'm sorry,” he said, passing a hand through his messy hair. Michelle looked at him speechless by his action and at the same time feeling overwhelmed by the unattended itch left between her legs that still needed his attention.
• However, she ignored her desires and got off the bed, making her way towards the door with confident steps. She couldn't let him know how desperately she still needed him. He called her a whore, and she wasn't going to spend the night with someone who thinks she was a whore.
• But inwardly, she had hoped Luis would stop her, but sadly, he did not. She went to her room, locked the door from inside, and got ready for bed.
• However, it's been half an hour, but she still can't sleep, that bastard! She thought tonight would be their night, but he spoiled everything with his baseless jealousy. If he doubts her, he could have just confirmed it. She is a damn virgin.
• Michelle got off the bed and began to pace, front and back. She unlocked her door, her hand on the knob as she contemplated.
• ‘Did I do the right thing, leaving him alone? But it's not my fault; he accused me of something I'm not; how can he call me a whore? Is he stupid?’ Michelle thought angrily, letting go of the knob as she began to pace about again; she had been chasing Luis since they were little, and she still had been until he proposed to her about a few hours ago that he also wanted her. So why the hell would he think she would betray him?
• Just then the image of the bulge in Luis' brief earlier when he took off his trousers flashed in her head, and her heart skipped a beat at the memory, sending chills down her spine.
• The thought of how his firmness had pressed hard on her clit when he positioned himself between her legs earlier made the throbbing heat that had subsided between her legs ignite at an unbearable rate, making her legs go jelly all of a sudden.
• She was standing in front of the desk facing the door, so she reclined on the edge and supported herself with a hand behind her.
• “Damn you, Luis, you bastard! Why put me through all that if you know you wouldn't touch me?” Michelle muttered to herself. “But he was hard for me earlier,” she added as another image of the bulge in his brief flashed through her head. Her pussy pulsated, causing her to imagine how it would feel to have Luis' length plunged deep inside her? At the thought, Michelle didn't know when she parted her legs and began to rub her swollen clit; her legs trembled at the contact; it felt so fucking good.
• She knew it would be heaven if Luis was the one touching her, but doing it herself was a better option. She wouldn't let her desires decide and lead her to beg Luis to touch her again.
• “Ahhh!” She moaned, closing her eyes and tossing her head back with trembling lips as she quickened the pace of rubbing her clit.
• “How… the hell! Did I end up like this—pleasuring myself? It's all that... bastard! If he hadn't asked me to pleasure myself earlier, I wouldn't have known that I would be able to relieve myself.” Michelle said through moans as she felt the familiar heat evolving into an explosion within her. Her trembling thighs clamped around her hand. The pleasure was driving her nuts, making her body go numb, but it felt too good to stop rubbing.
• “Luis!!!” she moaned loudly as she had her first release ever. Her hand behind her gave out, and she dropped weakly onto the desk with a trembling body. She managed to spread her legs, her fingers still on her pulsing clit, and she could feel her juice dripping down her asshole.
• Michelle lay there, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open jolted her upright, her reflexes kicking in. ‘What if it was a maid entering the room?’ The idea of someone catching her in such a vulnerable and embarrassing state made her summon the strength to sit up.
• “Michelle, I didn't mean to...” But the voice that followed the sound of the door opening made her freeze. Michelle sat there dazedly, looking at the handsome and dangerous face of the man standing at the door, unable to move an inch, compelled by his imposing aura.
• Luis stood at the door in a white bathrobe that accentuated his muscular build; his wet, dark hair that stuck to his fierce-looking face made him exude a formidable aura as he had his angry and lustful gaze fixated between Michelle's parted legs with her soaked fingers on her clit.
• Michelle moved her hand to hide her pussy, feeling too exposed, but her fingers brushed her sensitive clit. She bit her lips to prevent the moan that threatened to escape it.
• “Luis… I…” She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, as she couldn't take his intense piercing gaze that was doing things to her body anymore. But she immediately shut her mouth when her words came out sounding as moans instead.
• Without wasting time, Luis strode toward her with long, decisive steps and lifted her into his arms. His mind was filled with one thing as he made his way back to his bedroom. When he is finished with her, she won't be able to get out of bed for days.