Geoffrey can read Serena's expression like the back of his hand. At that moment, he knew she was afraid whether he figured that she was no longer intact. For a second, he entertained the thought of telling her that he knew. But then, that would not work in his favor. Thus, when her tears started pooling and falling from her eyes, he kissed them away. He willed himself to act that this was the first time. That this was his, hers, and theirs.
"Don't cry Serena. I love you. I will marry you right after, okay?" he whispered as if to reassure her.
Serena did not know how to respond. Did he not figure it out or was he playing dumb? She did not know. However, his words like a balm soothed her.
Geoffrey started moving. Doing this with her awake, knowing that she was welcoming his embrace, the feeling was infinitely better. She was never going to escape him.
Serena was no longer given time to think when he started moving. At first, he was moving slowly as if savoring the feel of their union. But after a while, he was going in and out of her fast and hard. She had to wrap her arms around his torso for balance.
With her arms wrapped around him, Geoffrey was able to manipulate their position easier. This time, he pulled her up so that he was sitting upright, her on top of him and she was straddling his hips. He was still inside her as he reached her back to unzip her dress.
Serena's mind was again clouded by the pleasure she was receiving. She started moving herself as Geoffrey pulled her dress down revealing her swollen breasts. He grabbed and suckled them in turns.
Serena could not stop herself from moaning as her breasts and nipples were very sensitive. "uhhhh…"
Geoffrey felt himself about to reach climax but did not want this to finish just yet. Holding her waist, he shifted their position again. This time, Serena was on fours facing the door, while he was behind her. As he thrusted behind her, he started kissing her back near her shoulders.
Serena felt goosebumps on her skin when he started kissing her back. It was so good.
Geoffrey went to her ear then he whispered "Call out my name…" as he continued thrusting in and out of her.
Serena was long lost. "G-Geoffrey… ah!!!" she exclaimed as she felt herself reached a mind numbing orgasm.
Geoffrey too felt himself near, so he grabbed her orbs as he pulled her up. He lightly bit her shoulder as he came inside her.
If anyone in the mansion heard them, no one dared knock on the door nor come inside the room.
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Serena lied on her bed staring into nothingness that night. She felt lost and empty. After the momentary pleasure she had shared with Geoffrey that afternoon, she has nothing to say about herself anymore.
Last time, she could still say that she has been afraid of what he would say after what happened in the labyrinth. She was forced into submission then, so she could still have that excuse to herself. But now… it was different. Although Geoffrey was the one who initiated everything, she had a choice. She had a choice… so, why? Why did she choose that? Why did she even beg him to do that to her? Just when she thought that she has no more tears to cry, fresh tears started falling again.
She was such a dirty whore. She did not even wait to know if she's pregnant. Now, if she truly were, she would not even be able to claim that Charlton was surely the father. Or maybe that's why? Did she unconsciously wanted to have sex with Geoffrey because she wanted him to take responsibility just in case Charlton runs away? Did her evil mind come up with the abhorrent plan without her consciously knowing?
Then, she looked at her flat abdomen. She can't be pregnant, could she? Both times she had sex, it was in her window period. She took a shaky breath again. But what if she were?
She did wrong to Charlton, and she also did wrong to Geoffrey. If they knew, both would abandon her and surely throw her away like some used rag. She's a horrible person and when that happens, she would only get what she deserved.
Someone knocked on her door and a servant whose voice she could not recognize called from behind it. "Lady Serena? You have a phone call from Columbia recording company…" she said.
Serena knew that it must be Charlton. But what does she say to him? She doesn't want to talk to him. She could never face him again. She doesn't want to face him again. Trying to compose her voice so no one would know that she's been crying lest they tell Leonard, she took a deep breath. "Tell him that I'm asleep." She instructed.
The servant said that she understood and left.
Serena stood up from her bed. She saw the scissors and took it. She looked at her wrist. Just a cut and all this would end. She would no longer need to think about what was wrong with her, she would no longer have to feel conscience and guilt stricken for what she did. She would no longer feel dirty.
She pressed the scissors to her wrist, her hand shaking. Tears blurred her vision again.
She threw the scissors away. No. She can't do it. She was afraid. She could not end her own life. What about her family? What about her possible baby? What about those who would mourn her? She may hate her life, but there were still people who loves her, right?
She went back to lie on her bed. She willed herself to stop thinking. Her heart ached, her nose was sour, her eyes stinged. Still, she tried to calm down until finally, she was back to staring into space.
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TBC
