Episode-13
Ella leaned against the door, lost in thought, oblivious to the way Mex’s dark eyes devoured her. The oversized T-shirt she wore barely hid her curves, the fabric teasingly loose. But what made his restraint snap completely—she wasn’t wearing a bra
A deep, dark hunger surged through him
With slow, deliberate steps, he closed the distance. Before she could react, his hands gripped her waist, his chest pressing against hers
Ella
“Ah—Mex?” she gasped, startled
Mex Allen
His lips curled into a smirk. “What’s wrong, princess? You look so… vulnerable right now.”
His fingers brushed against the hem of her shirt
Mex Allen
“Are you sure you should be standing here like this, tempting me?”
Ella
She shivered. “I-I wasn’t—”
Mex Allen
“Lying doesn’t suit you.” His lips grazed her ear, his voice thick with desire. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”
Ella
Ella’s breath hitched as his hand trailed up her side. “Mex—”
Before she could finish, he lifted her effortlessly.
Ella
“Mex—wait—!” she yelped as he threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly
She scrambled to sit up, but he was already hovering over her, trapping her beneath him. His smirk deepened as he watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breath shaky.
Mex Allen
“You’re trembling,” he mused, brushing a finger along her thigh. “Tell me, baby… is it fear or anticipation?”
Ella
Ella turned her head, trying to push him away. “S-Stop playing around!”
Mex Allen
Mex chuckled, his lips pressing against her neck. “Oh, but playing with you is my favorite thing to do now.”
Ella
“Ah… nghh… M-Mex…” she whimpered, her body betraying her as her fingers curled into his shirt
Mex Allen
His tongue flicked against her pulse, sending a sharp jolt through her. “Damn, Ella…” His voice was hoarse, heavy with need. “You sound so sweet when you moan my name.”
She gasped as his hands slid under her shirt, gripping her waist
Ella
“Ugh… s-stop…” she whimpered, her legs shifting beneath him.
Mex Allen
His breath fanned over her skin, his lips dragging along her jaw. “Stop?” He chuckled darkly. “Then why are you pressing closer to me?”
Ella
Ella’s face burned. “I-I’m not—!”
His gaze dropped to her chest, to the way her T-shirt barely hid her soft curves. His restraint snapped
His fingers curled around the thin fabric as he leaned in, his voice a rough whisper against her lips
Mex Allen
“I’m done holding back, princess.”
Ella’s sharp gasp filled the room as cool air hit her bare skin
Ella
Her eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. “N-No…!” she whimpered, her hands flying up to cover herself
The tears welling in her eyes
His breath hitched as guilt slammed into him. He stared at her trembling form, his stomach twisting painfully
Mex Allen
“…Ella,” he murmured, his voice rough, but not with lust this time—with regret
A single tear slipped down her cheek. His chest clenched
Mex Allen
“Shit,” he whispered, his hands trembling.
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