When Bad Girls Fall In Love

Chapter 16 --- Wrecked

I breathed in deeply of Patchouli oil leaning back in the tub. My eyes were closed and my muscles began to relax.

Tonight was the night I thought to myself and I certainly don't want to ruin my sister's debut. I thought of not attending it for the mere fact that I don't want to socialize with my father's family particularly Tita Claudia

But I couldn't just say no just because I don't want to see neither of my half sisters--- Ella and Sandra. For sure, they would never seize the night to embarrass me in front of their comrades. It was their usual habit I suppose

I'm not really a fond of such banquettes or any parties of socialites. It was annoying especially the part where women would fake compliments on each other and flaunt around with their high-fashion overprized designer gowns

I couldn't help but to roll my eyes on those trying hard social climber. I sighed, and my thoughts drifted to the particular man whom I miss the warmth on his embrace

I ran my hand up to my breast caressing it absent mindedly as my mind wandered on what tonight would entail.

I pinched my nipple smiling at the delicious sensation it caused. I imagined it was his hands that rubbed over my body. His hands that slipped over my abdomen and lower. My eyes closed as my fingers found my warmth.

My breathing began to accelerate and my body heat rose. I didn't notice that my hips began to move in time with my fingers which in turn began moving faster.

In my mind, I could see him doing this to me. My fantasy so intense it bordered on reality. My lips parted as I drew in my breath sharply.

Then moan escaped my lips as my free hand began caressing my breast. I couldn't think, couldn't breath, all I could do was feel. I was completely lost in the sensations that soared throughout my body.

My eyes remained closed and in my mind he was doing this to me. He was the one causing my body to arch and tremble as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

But before pleasure reached the top and tumbled over, His name passed my lips as ecstasy overcame common sense.

"My father had a mistress"

My eyes snapped open ruining the spasms that suppose to wrack my frame as my orgasm rushed through me

"What he did was so low"

I floated slowly down and once again became aware of where I was.

"He should be damn to hell with his mistress"

A frown curved my lips and I tried my best to relax once more in the tub. I suddenly felt the long-time guilt that I was trying to ignore the whole time. It was slowly eating me up alive and I wish I knew how to ignore this feeling