《Hate me [Finished]》11.
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Не мислех за нищо.Не мислех как той ме нарани,как този човек ме изнасили,не мислех за нищо.Усещах топлината на прегръдката му.След малко той стана да се преоблече.Загледах се в него.Наистина беше много красив.
По едно време той забеляза,че го гледам.
-Какво гледаш?-Ухили ми се насреща.
-Нищо.-Обърнах главата си,защото усетих как бузите ми се зачервиха.
-Ha-Neul?
-Да?
-Много ли ме мразиш?
-Да!
-Много ли те нараних?
-Да!
-А някога ще си способна ли да ме обичаш?
Виждах ентусиазма в очите му.Пребледнях цялата.
-Jong Suk,що за въпрос?Та аз те обичам още и се опитвам да те забравя!
Изведнъж всичката му надежда се изпари и той погледна надолу в земята.
Беше съблякъл блузата си.Тъкмо се канеше да облича друга,когато я хванах и запратих в другия край на стаята.Хванах го за врата и го съборих на леглото.Отидох да заключа вратата.Колената ми се подпряха на леглото и слях устните ни.
-Ha-Neul,какво правиш?
-Млъкни!И действай!
Той съблече ризата ми.Стисна задника ми и започна да поставя мокри целувки върху гърдите ми.Беше ми приятно-признавам.Той ме обърна и сега беше от горе.Съблякох дънките му,а той полата ми.
-Сигурна ли си?
-Да!
Свалих боксерките му,на той бикините ми.Той ме погледна несигурно.Кимнах му и той навлезе в мен.Болката беше поносима,но все пак изкрещях.Той започна да се движи,а аз стенех.Бях прекалено възбудена.Надрах гърба му.След малко той ме целуна.Беше страстно.
-Обичам те,Ha-Neul!
Само и това чаках.Бутнах го и започнах да се обличам.При падането той си удари главата и май го болеше.Отидох до него и слях устните ни.
-Съжалявам,оппа.Но никога няма да бъда твоя!Въпреки,че ми се иска.
-Ha-Neul,боли-и-и!
-Кое?
За миг се притесних да не би да съм го наранила...Не бях животно като него.
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-Главата ми!
Видях счупена бутилка до главата му.Вдигнах я и видях,че кърви.
-Стани!
Хванах ръката му и му помогнах да се изправи.Сложих го на леглото.
-Обуй си боксерките!
-Ти ми ги обуй!
-По-живо!Не се бъзикай!Ще умреш,ако не побързаш!
-Пука ти!
Този ще ме побърка.Стиснах му бузите и го целунах,че даже и захапах.После го целунах по челото.
-Да,пука ми!
Той облече боксерките и дънките си.Взех тениската и я му я навлякох.Той понечи да ме целуне,но падна върху рамото ми.Положението не беше добре.Близо до хотела ни имаше болница.Изкарах го навън,държейки кръста му,за да не падне.
В болницата лекарите го взеха и се погрижиха за него.
-Докторе,той добре ли е?
-Да!Ще го зашием и ще го оставкм под надзор тази вечер,ако случайно има някакви други опасности,да ги спрем.
-Благодаря!Може ли да го видя?
-Да,но той спи.
-И по-добре.
Влязох в стаята.Спеше сладко,сладко.
-Колко съм жалка!Първо той ме изнасилва,а аз сега го карам да прави секс с мен и го карам до болницата,за да не умре.Нещастник!Пропи ми мозъка!
Усетих как ръката му стисна моята.
-Кажи на Ha-Neul,че я обичам и много съжалявам за всичко!
Този явно яко си е тряснал главата.
Пуснах ръката му,целунах го по челото и излязох.Обадих се на една от учителките да дойде и да бъде с него през ноща.А аз се прибрах в хотела.
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