The Fate of Love of a Misanris

42. Isn't It Fun?

"Just now!"

Zayyad took his eyes off Alina. His nausea was slowly receding. Loosening his tie, he took off his suit and threw it just like that on the sofa.

Alina didn't know why she was so nervous. It was the first time he appeared so open in front of a man. Even though the one in front of her was her own husband. To this day, she feels like a single unmarried woman.

Slowly, the sound of water came from the bathroom. Looks like Zayyad has gone to clean up.

Alina got out of bed and put the lotion bottle on the dresser. Although the white dress was knee-length, it was enough to show off half of her legs that were dazzling white. Thank goodness that night dress top was so conservative. Covering up her collarbone and long-sleeved up to the elbow.

Sitting on a chair, Alina combed her long black hair slowly. While enjoying his reflection in front of the mirror. Slowly her lips curved up smiling gently. In fact, she had no intention of showing Zayyad this special crown, even though she was her husband.

But living under the same roof makes it a little hard to do. They are now sleeping in the same room. It was impossible for Alina to keep her black crown hidden in cloth for twenty-four hours.

Alina makes a special exception for Zayyad. With a record of the abnormality of the man who was very afraid of women. At least he can claim that Zayyad is not a real man who is capable and impotent.

Because of that he should not accept his hateful and vengeful treatment entirely from Alina.

Maybe if Zayyad knows the thought of Alina who considers her not a real man who is capable and impotent. Don't know how Zayyad would handle it as a man.

What is clear is definitely his pride as a man in question.

Zayyad, who had finished his bath, came out with a white towel wrapped around his waist. The drops of water falling from her random-looking hair looked very tempting. But the look of his empty eyes and the brown eyeballs were dim like wet clay. Makes any woman lose her passion for flirting.

Alina was just about ready to comb her hair and get up from her seat. Just as he turned around, his gaze immediately fell towards the bare-chested Zayyad. With her alluring wet black hair, she met a pair of brown eyes that were like wet clay.

Although it looks very refreshing from the outside, it does not mask the melancholic aura around it which makes it look moody and alienated.

Zayyad who saw Alina standing right before her, was unable to hide her nervousness. Slowly his brain was again twisted by the incident in his room with a woman today.

Recalling the caress of a rough hand that felt the surface of his body aggressively, the padded lips that were frowning his lips were full of lust and wild bites along his neck and collarbone. Instantly his body shivered with fear. Unknowingly he took it one step further than Alina.

Alina always felt tempted whenever she saw Zayyad's expression. The chaotic and unsettling appearance of a helpless handsome man.

The one who insisted on staying away was almost like wanting to run from the grasp of a sinister ghost. A body that shivers in fear, its negative response whenever it is close together or in contact.

And heard his adorable queasiness, each time at the point of his helplessness and fear.

Alina poked her lips smiling full of something. Take a few steps closer. His eyes flashed like the stars in the night sky, which twinkled mysteriously.

Alina was getting excited about taking a step forward. Squeezing his fingers like he could not bear to catch a soft prey in front of him. His eyes emitted a light of impatience. It was already very itchy to want to see the state of a helpless man under his control.

Bruk!

Alina's eyes widened very surprised. Found Zayyad collapsing on the floor.

The man hugged himself tightly. A terrified expression was clearly drawn on his face. Trying to hide his helpless face, he continued to bend further down. Almost kissed the velvety soft carpet on the floor.

Alina slowly crouched down, her outstretched hands pulling a handsome face that was already flooded with cold sweat underneath. Finding the highlight of his brown eyes that were already wet, implied a subtle pleading language. Lowering his gaze, he saw his purplish brown lips paled it a miserable quiver.

So helpless she let out a word. Alina was speechless and somehow pieces of pitiful memory appeared slowly in her brain. The shadows of the frightened little girl's face, the pleading little red lips and the struggle of the helpless skinny body.

Her innocent black eyes that were only capable of crying and her body that was trembling violently in fear and helplessness.

It kept repeating itself like an old movie was playing in front of him. Instantly a flash of hatred shot out from Alina's burning eyes. Moving both of his hands further, swaying the half-naked body beneath him.

Tickling around the center, dancing around the flat stomach surface. And slowly rise to the chest of a firm field. Gently stroking her is like taking care of expensive porcelain. With the flames of hatred burning in his eyes, slowly the delicate caress turned violent.

Scooping her passionately with the emotional pressure of resentment, pressed her nails into the tender flesh. Make red streaks over smooth white skin. Making a scene underneath, it looked like flawed white porcelain. It just somehow looks exciting.

"Please.stop.."

The soft voice that sounded like a heart-wrenching melody did not stir Alina to stop her actions at all.

"God.." His red lips pursed seductively. Falling on the threshold of the man's ear below him, he felt his cold earlobes touching the surface of his lips.

Slowly the lips opened and whispered softly. "Just enjoy it.." Her warm breath tickled the hearing senses of the man beneath her. "Isn't this fun?" Zayyad hugged herself even stronger as she struggled to keep her face away from the sensual red lips of the woman.

Alina developed a mysterious smile on her face. Sensing his lips that had already lost the cold sensation from Zayyad's earlobe, his eyes flashed with displeasure.

His hand fell grabbing onto the chin of the man below him roughly. His thumb and index finger pinched both corners of the man's cheeks violently. Making those purplish brown lips crooked pitifully. "Try to avoid me, huh?"

Zayyad frowned, enduring the pain. Wouldn't have expected Alina to go so far and be so rude. He had just come under pressure today and in the evening he had to accept revenge from his own wife.

Zayyad condemned his helplessness as a man.

"Alina.please stop..."