Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

The address left by Travis was in a new district on the outskirts of the city. It was a very expensive location. Many buyers of the estates were from other cities, and the occupancy rate was low.

When she got there, no one was in the villa. The building was exactly what she expected. It had luxurious corridors, and the rooms were elegantly decorated in white, ivory, crème, and black. It gave a sense of freedom and silence.

The sober and clean environment made her feel like she was in a hospital or laboratory.

She suspected the place was equipped with a surveillance system. Travis probably would ensure his own safety. But Arianna’s perceptive skills were poor, and she could not find any signs of a system.

Continuing through the home, she inspected every inch of each room. To her relief, she did not find any of the legendary props from the videos she watched.

Instead, she found several unpacked pajamas in the closet, some food in the kitchen, and a new set of wash supplies in the bathroom. She also found a few books in the study.

Travis arrived around 10 p. m., and by this time, Arianna was flipping through an economics book, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, trying to control her breathing. She was hungry.

She was beginning to suspect that Travis was not coming at all.

But the moment the door unlocked, Arianna jumped off the couch in anxiety and surprise.

Travis did not change his expression when he saw her. He acted like they saw each other every day. He pulled off his tie and released his collar, and asked plainly, “Did you eat?”

“I’m not hungry.” She responded, but her empty stomach let out an embarrassing sound at the same time.

The sneer she was waiting for finally flashed across his lips. He dialed a number on his mobile phone and turned to Arianna, “What would you like? Macaroni? Pizza?”

Arianna wanted to say ‘anything’, but she changed her mind and said, “A veggie burger, mashed potatoes, and plain yogurt. Thanks.”

Travis paused for two seconds and looked at her with his head tilted to the side to express his contempt for such a meal. But he put in her request without saying a word.

He walked further into the house and changed clothes.

Wherever he ordered from was extremely efficient. It only took five minutes before the doorbell rang, and someone yelled, “Food delivery!”

Before Arianna could get up and pay the bill, Travis was already bringing the food to her. He said, “Please finish this before I’m done with my shower.”

She scarfed down the burger and mashed potatoes. She nearly choked a couple of times because she didn’t give herself enough time to chew. By the time she started drinking the yogurt, Travis had walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. He was rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

Though she ate fast, she did not expect him to shower even faster than her. She felt her heart flutter. Her hands began to shake, and a few drops of yogurt spilled on her hand and pants. She smiled shyly and wiped the drops away with a tissue.

Travis walked silently behind her. As she went to wipe the yogurt off her hands, he suddenly grabbed her hand and licked off the few drops. Arianna was instantly overwhelmed.

He bent down to her and kissed her on the lips. The fragrance of grass-scented shower gel, yogurt, tobacco, and alcohol was mixing together, floating into her nose. Arianna felt something stir in her stomach.

Arianna forgot that she had been unable to accept other people’s touch for so long, regardless if it was from a male or female. No matter how close she got with someone, she would always reject them.

But she had to push him away. Though it was rude, it was better than throwing up on his face. She whispered, “I just had a meal, and my stomach is so full. Could we just watch TV for a little while?”

“Of course,” Travis said very graciously. He even helped her turn the TV on and sat down next to her.

However, there was no escaping the inevitable. Arianna even regretted wasting time and missed the best way to escape. If she threw up all over him, he might have lost interest in spending the night with her.

When the TV show became dreary and boring, Arianna was still watching it like it was a thrilling action movie. Travis decided that he should not continue waiting. He turned off the TV, pressed her down on the sofa, and slowly took her clothes off before placing them on the floor. Arianna did not dare to resist.

But Travis didn’t attack her as she imagined. Instead, he was terribly patient with her. His fingertips and lips moved on her skin bit by bit from head to toe, hitting every crevice and curve of her body.

His fingers and lips were cold. Arianna kept her eyes shut, feeling like several cold snakes were sliding on her body. A small cluster of flames ignited whenever his presence was absent, burning her skin.

Arianna was terrified. As he passed down her body, she trembled slightly, biting her tongue, fearing that she would shout.

Travis moved slowly. His breathing was even, but his fingers made their way up her inner thighs to reach their final destination. Arianna felt like she was electrocuted. She bent her body and tried to evade his touch, but he fought her defense and held her body down tightly.

He continued his in-depth invasion, making Arianna feel like her internal organs were stirring. Her body was now twisted in convulsion, with tears streaming from her eyes. Her fingers were trying to climb the back of the sofa but slipped off time after time. Travis took no further action, only watching her in torture, waiting for her to ask for mercy.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Arianna bit her lips. When they could no longer bear the biting, she started gnawing on the back of her hand; she did not want to make any sound.

In fact, she would prefer him to act rough and directly occupy her in the most savage way. But he was acting gently, trying to make her surrender. He wanted her to lose all the dignity she had.

She felt like she had been beaten and roasted in the interrogation room. She felt both hot and cold at the same time. Arianna tried hard to hold back her tears, but other parts of her body were not governed by her will.