Chapter 19 Playing Dirty

Alan’s words made me want to break free from him out of shame and anger, but he took my earlobe into his mouth. Having never been so intimately treated by Alan, my heart trembled, and I was utterly shocked. While I was still reeling, Alan kissed his way from my ear to my neck. His hands didn’t stay idle either. One hand lifted the hem of my nightgown, resting on my hips, while the other pulled down my top, grabbing my exposed breast. At that moment, I couldn’t describe how I felt, only a strange sense of panic. In both my past and present life, I had never been intimate with Alan or any man. I didn’t know how to react. My mind was blank and helpless, but my body seemed to respond naturally. I felt a tiny spark of desire. Just as I panicked and tried to push Alan away, he shoved me back. His eyes held that familiar look of disdain. I stared at him in shock as he sneered, “Aisha, is this your goal? You talk about divorce, but all it takes is a few touches, and you’re aroused?”