Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 73: Chap-73*A Bit More Closer*

**Cynthia Dion: **

In a matter of seconds, he had taken off my school’s shirt. Despite wearing a white bra, I covered my breasts with my hands as if I were naked. I was a little reserved because it was the first time I had been this open to him.

Before he placed his icy palm on my exposed back, there was a noticeable lag in his body movement, which caused me to flinch a little. He touched my entire back, and I gasped as I felt him gradually unbuckle my bra.

I gulped, but didn’t complain. My body was shuddering as he ran his hands under my arms, gently grabbing my boobs from the side.

However, I was still holding the bra over my boobs from the front. I was beginning to feel a little tingly sensation between my legs from the way his hands were gently squeezing them from the side.

Thankfully, he pulled his hands back and then applied some more medicine to my back this time.

After finishing the whole process, he held the bra strap, and I expected him to buckle it up, but he didn’t. Instead of helping me wear it again, he suddenly yanked it ahead and left me naked. My bra was now no longer covering my boobs.

"Atticus!" A gasp heaved across my lips while I wrapped my hands even tighter around my breasts.

After recovering from the shock, I hurried to grab my shirt, but he got hold of it before I could and then took hold of my arm, pushing my hands behind my back as I faced away.

"What are you up to?" I started to panic, worrying if he intended to harm me.

"I prefer it intense, darling!" He whispered in my ear, and my skin broke out in goosebumps in an instant.

I then realized he had tied my hands with my bra and tucked my shirt into his back pocket.

Forcefully turning me around, he fixed his gaze on my breasts.

Instead of asking him to untie my hands, I just closed my eyes and looked away from his face.

I hated to admit it, but his closeness was comforting. I was shyly looking to the side while he was examining my boobs.

His hand traveled up from my breasts and met my eyes. I instantly lowered my head while he hunched over and reached my ear, "they look soft."

I shuddered visibly, and he chuckled at the agitation in my body. I bit my tongue when his grin hit my eardrum directly.

"Can I gently----softly---touch them?" His request in my ear was making me lose my balance, "I want to pucker your tits in my mouth and squeeze them until they are erect," as soon as he said that, I started feeling a funny feeling in my nipples.

"Cynthia! I want to play with them," he asked again, this time even seductively. I should have said no, but I nodded like a hungry bitch. Somewhere deep down in my heart, I was beginning to notice that he might regret rejecting me. If he agrees to accept me, I can get out of this marriage.

I didn’t open my eyes; I felt his hands grabbing them and slowly rubbing and squeezing my breasts. A yelp was right at the tip of my tongue, but I was fighting to not make a noise.

He was attempting to grasp them with his entire hand while simultaneously squeezing my nipple** and driving me insane.

Then, instead of letting them go, he put his face back up close to mine and asked me, "can I suck them?"

My cheeks were getting hot, and the noisy breathing was making my boobs move up and down.

I’m aware that he was gazing out and taking in the view way too much.

"I want to be rough, can I?" he asked, and my dumb ass nodded again. I don’t know what was happening to me, but I wanted him to realize I wasn’t a bad person and accept me so that I could escape Holt.

Once I gave him permission, he began to act on his fetish. He slapped my boob so hard that I let out a whimper in pain.

"You like it, don’t you?" He mumbled, slapping up my boob and making it bounce.

He then pinched my nipples, and my body trembled visibly. He stopped for a brief moment before he was certain I was no longer in pain. Then he grabbed my tits again, twisting them between his fingers and making me close my eyes.

I never thought I was into that stuff, but it was so amazing. The rougher he was, the better I felt.

"Huh? Look at them. They are getting so hard. Are you really turned on by it?" He whispered while bringing his lips closer to my ear. I was shoved against the wall while he kept massaging my boobs between his hard hands and then would pinch them until my cheeks turned red.

"Ahh!" I couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out the loudest yelp when he slapped my nipples this time.

"You like it rough, don’t you?" He lifted his knee and rested it against my stomach while licking my neck up to my earlobe. I was shuddering against the wall in pleasure.

"Say it---," he then demanded, smirking widely, "Tell me to suck them," he knew I was at this point that I would even beg him to suck them if he didn’t.

"Say it," he demanded again, running his fingertips around my areolas. I was shuddering under his magical touch. Mate bond is such an amazing intoxication and a mate's touch is the best drug in the world.

"Say it, Cynthia!" he repeated his request with heavy breaths this time. That was it. I wanted him to suck on them.

"Suck them, please!" I requested, while closing my eyes and resting my head back on the wall.

He nodded and grabbed my hand to throw me in bed this time. He crawled on top of me and grabbed my boob, slapping the other really hard while massaging the other without giving it relief.

He soon dug his face into my chest, and I felt his lips taking in my tits.