Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
“Are you jealous?”
Deacon raised his eyebrows and his mood improved.
“I’m not.”
Oriana turned around and was about to flee.
However, Deacon held onto her smooth shoulders and pushed her against the wall
“Oriana, I have a lot of food to give you tonight. This should be a good proof of my innocence.”
Oriana quickly understood what he meant. “Mr. Armstead, have some shame.”
To Oriana, Deacon was being shameless. Deacon didn’t utter another word, as he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
The two of them were still on the street, but in the early hours of the morning, there was no one there. He trapped her in his arms and kissed her emotionally.
Oriana raised her neck and passively endured it. Her soft white fingertips landed on his body and she wanted to push him away, but his muscles were hot and hard, and his body temperature seemed to be burning. It was as if he hadn’t touched a woman for a long time.
Oriana curled her fingers and wanted to retract her little hand, but Deacon grabbed her hand and dragged it down slowly.
Oriana refused, but Deacon rubbed her nose and called her in a hoa rse voice, “Oriana…”
Oriana quickly closed her eyes. Her face was burning red. How could she not think that Deacon was a terrible man?
Her fingers loosened and she stopped struggling-
Deacon’s bulging throat rolled up aid down. Tonight, he didn’t want to bring her home, nor did he want to go to her house, because he couldn’t wait further.
He looked up and saw a hotel in front of him. He pulled Oriana’s linle hand and pulled her over.
“Mr. Armstead, where are we going?”
“We’re going to lodge in the hotel”
Oriana shivered.
What Deacon had decided could not be changed.
Deacon held her with one hand and raised his other hand. His sharply articulated fingers tapped on the table several times with a sharp and powerful rhythm.
The lady at the front desk quickly raised her head. When she saw Deacon, her eyes lit up. “Sir, do you want a room?”
In a small hotel like this, the front desk lady would never have gotten the chance to meet a man of Deacon’s quality.
Deacon’s handsome face was expressionless. He said lightly, “Yes, I need a room.”
“Okay,”
the front desk lady replied, as she quickly looked at Oriana.
Oriana’s small hand was pulled by Deacon, her face flushed red and she looked shy.
The lady at the front desk was stunned. She had been in the industry for so many years, and she had never seen any man or woman before.
“Sir, who is this little girl? I shouldn’t pry, but I’m just making sure that the law isn’t violated.”
Deacon frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Do you still need me to clarify this? There are many perverted men who like to attack little girls.”
Deacon’s face darkened. For the first time in his life, he had been referred to as a pervert!
At this moment, the front desk lady looked at Oriana, her eyes full of encouragement, “Little girl, if you were forced, then blink.”
Oriana shivered. At this moment, she felt that her hand was aching. It was Deacon who pinched her small hand.
“Oriana, tell her who I am!”
“Miss, you misunderstood. He’s my husband,”
Oriana replied calmly.
Hearing her reply, Deacon expression quickly calmed. He held her soft little hand and pinched it lovingly.
The lady at the front desk opened her mouth in surprise. Only then did she realize that she had made a mess, and she hastily assigned them a room.
At the entrance of the room, Deacon opened the door. He looked at the little woman beside him and said in a low voice, “Go in.”
Although Oriana had already given birth to triplets, she was still as shy as a young girl
They had been together, but they had never had a room outside.
This seemed to be the first time.
Oriana walked in.
Soon, with a “click”, the door behind her was locked.
“Mr. Armstead, wait a minute, I’ll go take a shower first…”
Oriana struggled, as she tried to break free. from Deacon, who had already hugged her.
Deacon’s thin line
Lips fell on her face and he kissed her hard, then he moved to her neck. “You’ll wash later.”
“No, I have to take a shower first,”
Oriana insisted.
In a hurry, Deacon put one arm around her slender waist and took a few steps forward. He pushed her down on the big soft bed in the room, and then his sharp fingers came to his shirt. He unbuttoned the buttofis one after another, and then leaned over to her, “Oriana, do you really miss me?”
Oriana put her small hands on his stiff shoulders and looked at him with watery eyes, “I don’t want to…”
Deacon bit her lips seductively, and then he said in a low voice, “It’s said that a woman’s body is the most honest. Now let me see if you’re lying.”
He reached out and tugged at her dress.
How could he be so rude?
“Mr. Armstead, be gentle. Don’t tear my clothes!”
Deacon was angry with her. The two of them had not been together for a long time. How could she not want him?
At this moment, Oriana felt a surge of hot fluid rushing out of her body.
She quickly held his big palm and shouted for him to stop, “Mr. Armstead, stop!”
Deacon looked at her, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m on my period,”
Oriana whispered embarrassingly.
Deacon stopped and stared at her with his narrow eyes, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, really serious, Oriana nodded seriously.
“I’m on my period. I won’t lie to you.”
Deacon quickly pursed his lips. A few seconds later, he rolled over and laid beside her.
He looked at the chandelier above his head, then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, “Oriana, did you intentionally torture me?”
Oriana felt that her period had come at the wrong time. The man beside her was disappointed and unhappy.
Oriana turned to the side and crawled onto his chest. “Mr. Armstead, you don’t care about me, you only care about your personal affairs.”
Deacon was also a little aggrieved. He looked at his pants, and said, “Sorry, this thing is out of my control when I see you.”
Deacon moved and stood up. “Should I call someone to buy you a sanitary pad?”
“Okay,”
Oriana hugged her stomach with her small hands and fell onto the soft bed.
Deacon took out his phone from his trousers pocket and dialed a number. Then, he placed his big palm on her at abdomen and gently massaged her. “Does your stomach hurts?”
Oriana frowned, revealing a bit of squeamishness, “It doesn’t hurt.”
Deacon raised his eyebrows. Then we can do some things later.”
Oriana picked up the pillow and smashed it on Deacon’s handsome cheek. “Go and take a shower, I don’t Want to see you now!”
Deacon leaned over and kissed her hair. Oriana hummed and slapped him. He hooked his lips and entered the bathroom.
Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and a gust of cold air flowed out.
With the refreshing scent from the bathroom, Deacon was wearing a white bathrobe. His short hair was wet, and he looked a little more youthful than usual.
At this moment, the doorbell rang. Deacon walked over to open the door. It was Peterson. He calmly handed Deacon a bag with a nod.