Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734 Enjoy Yourself

The moment the words left Kenneth's lips, Natasha felt a cool touch on her skin. A large hand slid under her clothes from her abdomen and slowly wandered until it touched her sensitive areas.

A shiver ran down Natasha's spine as she subconsciously reached for his hand.

Narrowing his dark eyes, Kenneth asked in a raspy voice, “Nat, that's not what you said earlier. Are you going back on your word already?”

“It's cold,” Natasha murmured.

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. Underneath his thick brows, his eyes glinted mischievously as he lifted Natasha and sat her on top of his body. “Then, you do it.”

His words rendered Natasha speechless.

She could vaguely see Kenneth's profile which was haloed by the warm light. He lay comfortably on the bed, his head pillowed on his arm as the chiaroscuro of his brows made his face appear to be coldly handsome. At that moment, his eyes were filled with a teasing look as he stared at her.

Previously, Natasha's heart had been filled with reluctance. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol or even the imminent parting; thus, she had not given it a great deal of thought. However, she felt her face warm when facing his scrutiny.

Although Natasha looked uneasy, Kenneth had no intention of letting her off easy. Quirking a brow, he asked, “What's the matter?”

“Aren't you the one who wants it? Why am I the one doing it instead?” Natasha asked.

“Are you telling me to initiate it?” Kenneth laughed softly as a wanton look crept across his face.

“No—”

Before she could finish speaking, Kenneth suddenly got up and coiled an armed around her. He then flipped her around until he lay on top of Natasha.

“IF that's how you want it, so be it.”

Following that, he leaned over and kissed her passionately.

He was like a torrid and fierce thunderstorm as he kissed her deeply, making Natasha feel as if she could barely hold up.

“I—” Her words was swallowed before they had a chance to leave her lips. Kenneth wasn't about to give her a chance to speak.

When Natasha reached out to push Kenneth away, the latter grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head.

Unable to physically resist him, Natasha could only attempt to rely on words to persuade him.

Once again, he slipped his hand under her clothes and slid it toward her front. Natasha begged, “Kenneth, don't...”

Kenneth punished her protests by nibbling her lips, neck, and all the way to her earlobe, causing her entire body to tremble.

“Nat, this is your punishment for running away after sleeping with me,” he whispered in her ear.

Natasha knew that he was angry with her, and she knew that she could not escape if didn't show her weak side.

“I was wrong,” she apologized without hesitation.

“Tell me. Why were you at fault?” Kenneth continued to trail kisses on her neck and earlobe.

Natasha's expression grew complicated. “I shouldn't have left without leaving a word.”

“Huh, so you do know your own mistakes.” Sneering, he bit down on her shoulder.

Natasha immediately furrowed her brows.

Although it was a soft bite, Kenneth's anger had mostly dissipated.

“Nat...”

“Mhm?”

“Tell me. Why did you sleep with me when you were already planning on leaving?” Kenneth asked.

Natasha was bereft of words.

What other reason is there? Why is he asking the obvious?

Kenneth refused to drop the subject. He pressed his lips against hers and rubbed them. “Tell me.”

Natasha stared at the ceiling above. “There wasn't a particular reason. It's probably because I didn't want to have any regrets.” She turned to look at him after uttering the words.

Kenneth went motionless before bracing both his arms on her sides and stared down at her.

“I assumed we weren't going to see each other after that and therefore, why not?”

“Do you regret it?” Kenneth asked.

Natasha shook her head. “Never.”

Kenneth stared at her as the tension in the air suddenly increased. He narrowed his eyes slightly as the corners of his lips lifted into an almost imperceptible smile. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Scenes from the previous night flashed across Natasha's mind. She nodded hesitantly. “Yes...”

“I haven't had my fill,” Kenneth said.

Natasha stared at him in surprise.

“I already told you that I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine. However, the difference is I'm going make it enjoyable for you.”

Following that, Kenneth lifted her top. Natasha hurriedly grabbed his hand. “Kenneth, you're injured!”

“It's just a scratch, so it's no big deal,” Kenneth said as he continued to run his eyes over her body. No matter what happened, he had no intention of letting her off today.

“But... Mmm...”

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Kenneth's hand continued roaming her body.

“Kenneth.”

“Nat, shut up and just enjoy this,” Kenneth whispered in her ear.

Natasha couldn't help but close her eyes as she felt her senses utterly paralyzed by his words and action.

They had a passionate session in the room.

...

The next day, Kenneth was already awake by the time Natasha woke up.

After being worked on an entire night, Natasha felt her body aching all over. She felt limp and could not muster any strength.

“Are you awake?” Kenneth stared at her.

Natasha nodded. “Mhm.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

Natasha shot him a look. “Why are you stating the obvious?”

A smirk appeared on Kenneth's lips. “Looks like someone's satisfied with my performance.”

“Ya. An old man with such vigor.”

“Old man?” Kenneth frowned at her choice of words. “Am I that old?”

“You're pretty old compared to someone in their twenties,” Natasha retorted.

“It's called being seasoned! Compared to those inexperienced young brats, I'm far more skilled and can bring you to the peak...”

Natasha muttered, “Rascal...”

Kenneth grinned.

Just as Natasha was about to get up, Kenneth suddenly yanked her over and kissed her lips fiercely.

When he finally let up, Natasha stared at him intently. “Can I get up now?”

Kenneth nodded. “Yes, you may.”

Only then did Natasha finally manage to get out of bed.

Meanwhile, Kenneth continued to lie in bed, seemingly having no intention of getting up.

Natasha put on her clothes and turned to look at him. “Aren't you getting up?”

After pondering for a moment, Kenneth got up and put on his clothes.

Despite his best attempts to conceal his injury, Natasha still managed to catch a glimpse of the swath of red on his back.

“Wait a second,” she said.

Kenneth paid no heed as he swiftly put on his clothes. “What's the matter?”

“What happened to your back?” Natasha immediately went over to check on him. Kenneth grabbed her hand and said, “I'm fine.”

Ignoring his reply, Natasha pulled his shirt open. When she saw that the bandages were soaked through, she exclaimed, “Did your wounds open up?”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean by maybe? Of course, it did! I'll get Spencer to come over to treat you.” Natasha left without another word.