Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

California

Night club

Ellen tried to keep a steady eye gaze by forcefully keeping her eyes wide open, while she poured another glass of vodka for herself and placed it on the bar slab. Her face was crimson red and burning hot already, due to the drunk effect that the alcohol was having in her system.

Unusually, her body was starting to let its guard down, which might put her image at a detriment if anyone caught on that it was she.

The bartender who noticed that the masked lady who was dancing about an hour ago was getting tipsy, tapped on the table so loudly to make her recover from her present fuddled state.

She suddenly raised her head up from its drooping position in an instant like someone possessed, and rose up immediately from the chair that she was sitting on as she requested for water.

Gulping endlessly on the entire bottle of the crystal clear liquid, Ellen’s level of intoxication seemed to have reduced a bit as she took her seat again.

Her heart suddenly began to dwell on the fact that she was lonely without a partner, and that the last time she had a proper relationship was years ago.

To ascertain her longing thoughts and feelings, a cold breeze began to creep up her skin underneath her tiny black outfit, that barely covered her thighs or her arm.

The desire to take something hot so as to quench the cold that she was feeling, Ellen demanded another drink from the bartender who was really skeptical about giving it to her.

“I think you are too drunk to take more of this. Allow me,” she heard the voice from behind her, and the next thing was a hand that flew across her dizzy eyes to pick up her glass of drink.

“And, who, are, you?” Ellen questioned inaudibly in paused words, while trying to keep down the nausea feeling that was beginning to crawl up the walls of her throat.

‘Never was she going to let out the monster in her stomach threatening to let out its splattering rain of disgusting liquid, disgrace her.’

She hated the fact that she had the urge to cry at that moment, because of the cat eye costume that was tied to her half of her face to cover her eyes.

Her eyes struggled to open and raised up to see the person who was talking to her, and for a few seconds she was mesmerized by his facial beauty and eye-catching manliness.

He had a standing posture and aura that was so damn sexy, as his cologne began to tug on her senses and slowly invade into them. Still, she could never not get angry at the fact that he took her drink without permission, as her eyelashes twitched to an irritated one even still in her drunken state.

“Damon Brown. Nice to meet you,” he replied to her question in a calm and sensational manner, and Ellen began to think that his voice sounded better than her brother’s.

‘She didn’t know who he was.’

“And what the heck is that? Don’t think I have heard that name before. Do you know me?” She asked wryly with her tired limb struggling to remain steadily on the slab, and scared for a second that he might have recognized whom really was, through something that had probably given her identity out.

“Would like to share this lonely time of mine with you, if you don’t mind,” he went straight to the point, which made Ellen stare at him at a closer angle when he took the seat beside her.

He was just talking smoothly and saying a lot of things she didn’t even know, but her mind seemed to flow and agree with everything he said to her.

There wasn’t much effort put in the way he engaged her into innocent teases, and extra care by wiping off the side of her lips that her red lipstick had smudged a bit. He ignited something in her.

Minutes later, two figures were seen walking up the stairs to a lounge in the bar, and then into one of the deluxe rooms there. And the moment they entered the room and locked the door behind them, their lips crashed hungrily against one another like ones that had been in an intense heat period.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Their systematic pulling off of every piece of their clothes was so fast, that hands and clothes just flew in the air in the space of a few minutes to the nudity of two bodies and minds.

The night of long pleasure and crave for another’s sweet savour, made Ellen lose every of the restraints that she had put on herself for so long. He had her deep to everything that they had engaged into, and his touch lingered everywhere around her body and senses.

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“Get away from me Dalton. Do not play any games here,” Aria warned icily, as she made sure not to loose her by minutes backward step, the more he moved closer to her.

There was definitely no way that she wasn’t believing that he was not drunk, or had probably finally gone mad from sexual starvation. However, she didn’t care. All she wanted from the sexy devilish husband of hers, was for him to get away from her breathing space immediately.

Seeing that Dalton’s steps would definitely outnumber hers, Aria’s eyes caught the revolving ladder that was close to where was standing. She sidled to where the ladder was without any delay, and climbed on it quickly to the topmost part of it.

“Touch this ladder or try to touch me, then I would rain this heaps of books right on your head. Starting from the huge ones like the encyclopedias,” Aria threatened, as her hand grabbed the large volume of bound book in one of the shelves, to insinuate what she actually meant.

“Is this what we are doing now?” There was an immediate switch in Dalton’s tone of voice, and it had gotten angrier than ever in response to what she was doing. He hated it to know that someone could dare to threaten him, and not him, being the one to do that. It felt really weird.

“Yes, darling. That is what we are doing, which is why I like you being as apathetic as ever. Now go and open the door with the keys and let me get out of her,” she ordered in a very taunting manner, to make him feel more infuriated deep within him than he was.

That way, she thought he would leave the room in anger too and let her be in peace, but things didn’t seem to be going in the way that she had planned.

“Come down from the stairs, right now!” He commanded furiously, as he watched her play with his orders and revolve the stairs round like a young child intentionally disobeying her father. Whichever one it was, it was really sucking the life out of his patience.

He stormed towards the direction of where the ladder had paused with Aria on it, as she attempted to swerve the ladder back to the right. His strong arms grabbed the ladder mid way and put it to a stop, which made Aria go through her own threat too by smashing a book against him.

The book ended up whooshing above his head and leaving him unaffected, which made her hand fumble when it tried to grab another book in defense.

Just when Aria wanted to turn her body to pick the next book of desirable size and weight in mind, her leg slipped uncontrollably in a second as she grabbed the shelf instinctively.

She ended up falling in the air when her arm didn’t grip a fuller part of the shelf, and straight she fell into Dalton’s open arm like a featherless fairy.

He held her into his arms when she landed so closely to himself like she would snap, as her eyes remained tightly closed while trying to regain herself.

It was when she opened her eyes minutes later, she realized that her face was so close to his own, with his beautiful eyes looking so intently into her own.

She was staring closely at his face and the structure of it in that position, while wondering how he could be so handsome from up close. It was just pure curiosity of what made his face looked so soft and clean white, and not that she was drooling endlessly into his beauty

Dalton was having it wrong, and convinced in his mind that she could never escape his charms, even if she claimed not to. She made sure not to disappoint him by asking the next question.

“Just out of curiosity though, even if I am still never talking to you. Do you mind telling me what kind of body lotion you are using?”