The Grand Mistress

Chapter 72 - Little Misdeeds

Simione's lips exploring inside Hawk Monsanto's mouth was ravenous. She was like a deadly tiger—biting, licking, pressing as if she was making a mark that he was her prey and that no one, that even his very own fiancée can't overtake her game. 

Hawk knew very well she was punishing him but in that moment, although he had no protest against her cruel advances, he really wanted to confirm if she was real and not just some sort of imagination that his mind played for him, a cover up for all the frustrations he had about her. Last night was already suspicious and now, even when she showed very real to his eyes, he wanted to see if his eyes weren't betraying him. With that, he slightly pushed Simione away, held her shoulder under his control and forcefully departed his lips from her. He then looked down at her beautiful face and what instantly welcomed him was the anger in her honey-colored eyes.

"I thought this is what you wanted," Simione raised a brow, a bit annoyed that Hawk refused her kisses. Did his little getaway with the ballerina bitch made him changed his mind perhaps that right now, he dared to pushed her away?

  "Looks like the wind blowing somewhere else already," She said again meaning that Hawk's treatment toward her was not as warm as she expected it.

"Well it's really you," A big smiled contorted at Hawk's lips as he raised his right hand to hold her face. It first landed on her cheeks, and then Hawk caressed it down to her chin, feeling the smooth glass skin she had. He was greatly enjoying the view of her honey-colored eyes, flaring with anger and annoyance that even though he somehow feared it, the same eyes gave him so much fascination. Her anger and her determination to seduce him right then was probably the most seductive thing about her. "My Cat…"

"Yeah it's me," she sarcastically replied and for after a minute, she squeezed herself away from Hawk's grab, making enough distance for him to not be able to touch her.

Trying to clear her mind from whatever emotions that overtook her, Simione turned sideways to meet the ray of the sun, raised her eyes frustrated at it and combed her hair with her fingers, slightly grabbing it to massage her already aching head. She didn't like the way she was feeling right then and her frustration was like a desire that needed to be put off or it will exploded inside her with so much emotional casualty. First, she was very frustrated about Hawk's continuous devotion to Feather and second, she was very angry that even though she should not care about their relationship, here she was—very desperate to ruin their vacation—and even though she swore many times in front of Lucy and God that she would not be affected to whatever may come during her ventures to seduce Hawk Monsanto, she ended betraying her own vow as right then, she was very very affected that Hawk Monsanto was still not giving Feather up. Simione was very frustrated with herself too for some reasons because no matter how she argued and warned herself many times to never become too occupied with Hawk, her mind couldn't forget the night they shared previously, the night where he gave her the mariposa verde and impliedly swore to her the moon and the starts—or perhaps that's what she believed what happened that night.

"So what now?" Simione turned to the man who seemed to have been transfixed in where he stood for a while looking at her. For the nth time, Hawk Monsanto just stared at her and tired of his silence, she walked full strides back to him and started kissing him again, this time—harder and more daring than before. She had dug and thoroughly explored his wet mouth, tasting every corner of it but even before she could find satisfaction and lose herself, Hawk pushed her slightly again. Thinking that he had refused her twice in a row, Simione spatted, "Damn you! If you are not into it, it's better that I leave now,"

Hawk immediately grab her hand with such threat, "No Cat, don't leave yet. I'm sorry okay, can we just please talk—"

"I don't want any talks. I just want to kiss, I'm soo done talking with you last night," Simione cut him off completely and her daring answer went right through Hawk's spine, making him shivered helplessly at all her requests or rather, her demands. "So either we kiss or I'll leave because God! I'm so mad right now I could kill," She ended their conversation with the right kind of threat.

Without much of a choice, Hawk grabbed Simione back and locked her in his arms, before capturing her lips again, this time he was on the lead. He was kissing her more ravenous than she did and met her tongue to play fire with it for a while. He tried to taste every inch of her mouth while his hands was wrapped too tight on her back, making sure she will never be able to escape him again. It's just a matter of time before Hawk felt his urges demanding Simione's body as a price. His body ached for her that much that even just a single touch, more so a kiss, could already make his insides go insanely chaotic.

Soon, Hawk turned her over so that this time, it was Simione who was pinned on the wall, his kisses went down her neck then and then down to her chest. Although Simione was a tall woman, Hawk however was inches taller than her. Thus, kissing down her chest whilst standing was a bit of a challenge for him. Instead of bending down to grant his lips access to her full breast, he lifted Simione up while still pinned on the wall, his two hands across her waist and to pressed their body deeper than it was possible, he guided her legs so she could wrapped it around his hips. 

That position made both of them swallowed a moan as their body was pressed tightly against each other. Hawk's hard manhood was sandwiched in between that made Simione fully aware of how big and hard he can be. She felt an instant panic within her but the sensation that Hawk was giving her overthrew that panic in just few seconds and what was left as a strong desire within herself to be one with him.

Hawk ravaged Simione's breast. Since she was wearing a two piece suit, it became too easy for Hawk to bite the clothing, loosened and pushed it away so that Simione's hard pink nipples became very easy for him to play with. He kissed her mounds like there was no tomorrow, one after the other and made sure he gave both the same amount of attention and warmth. Wanting to tease and hear more of her moans, Hawk positioned his manhood in front of Simione's opening that if only they weren't wearing something below, he could pushed it through her. 

"Ahh Hawk! Shit!" Simione cursed and pulled his hair, very helpless to the sensations Feather Han's fiancée was giving her. Hawk who craved for her voice got wilder when he heard her cursing and so he swayed his hips to and fro, rubbing Simione's center in the process. 

"I hate you! I hate you! F*ck! Damnit!" Simione's back arched at how playful Hawk had been. The feeling he was giving her was so alien to her that for the first time, she felt like she had bloomed immediately into a woman. She liked very much what she was feeling that right then and wished she could just have him for herself. However, she knew the man was owned by someone else and what she was feeling right then was just a stolen feeling, a stolen lust and stolen desire that belonged to another.

"I like you Cat! I like you very much!" Hawk answered her curses with words of adoration before he captured her lips again and teased her further. He could already feel her heartbeat, racing against his and in just little moment, he knew they were all going to explode. He certainly didn't want to take her right then but the way she was making him feel made him totally lost control of his urges and desires. He wanted her very badly that moment and it was obvious that the girl wanted him too, badly.

"Hawk?" The voice of Feather screaming his name sent an instant panic in Hawk's stem. The image of his fiancée looking for him crossed his mind that in a moment he stopped kissing Simione. However, the woman under his arms pulled his head back to her and showered his mouth with another ravenous kiss that Feather's voice faded in the background. In that very moment, Hawk Monsanto gave in to Simione and had lost his mind in the middle of his thigh where a great need to be satisfied drew all his focus away. 

He could still hear Feather calling his name, closer and closer but Simione was on her way of giving him a tremendous amount of joy he couldn't just let it go at that moment. And so the two birds kept doing their thing while Feather, the Han's heiress was on her way to where the both of them were doing their little misdeeds.