The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 57 TRAUMA

Rama looked down and his towel had been trampled. His eyes widened and immediately looked at the wife who was peering towards his maleness. Rama immediately closed the part between the quads using his hands. "Darling!! You see what?"

Nita saw the grounds afraid there was someone. "Why was your towel trampled."

"I don't know .... "

"I took it again. Don't stay out for long and catch a cold." Nita still avoided looking at her husband. But what he saw just now made a chill.

When Nita returned, the kitchen door was closed, as was the bathroom door. "Mas, the towels .... " Nita breathes often and tries to stay calm. Maybe he's just negatively thinking about the first night's fear.

Then the door opened and Nita could not wiggle when she was pulled inside until now behind Rama. The man turned the 90-degree rectangular wooden door lock, without looking back. Nita bit her lower lip nervously when she saw the soap foam on Rama's nape. She was flabbergasted at the husband's back, which was amazing to her and the pageant .... Nita kept blinking and gawking.

"Soap your back, honey. Itching." Itching." Rama thrust a bottle of liquid soap to the side with a sly grin. His hands itched wanting to grab the wife's body until she had a stomachache from resisting the urge.

Nita's heart is pounding. He's not ready yet. His eyes continued to blink in fear. He hesitantly grabbed the bottle as Rama peered over the shoulder. He was horrified because of Rama's dimmer but sharp gaze as if he wanted her.

White liquid was pumped, Nita smeared the liquid soap all over the surface of the hand and carefully spread it onto Rama's delicate, warm back. He made a twisting motion. The slippery gel began to foam, Nita goosebumps herself while down on Rama's slender waist, but her eyes often steal the view of the beautiful roundness of the landscape. "Don't be long, Moses will be bitten by a mosquito." Mas."

The air in front of Nita made a warning as Rama turned around and immediately raised the Nita negligee. Nita widened her eyes and mouth mangap with the treatment of Rama. His eyes closed because of the new thrill of shaking his heart and womb that was like squeezed from the inside.

"Darling, we do it here, huh? So as not to disturb Moses?" Rama's whisper and stick to the chest of the wife.

Nita gaped so unreliable. Time slowed down and his brain was able to record clearly. His hand reflexively gripped Rama's hair and he almost fell, but was restrained by Rama's hand. Nita was unable to withstand the panic attacks all over her body as Rama slipped into her apron*na core. Nita retreated backwards and pushed the door behind her and shook violently.

Rama stops the activity after realizing the wife's body was flooded with cold sweat and the golden eyes were wide like seeing a ghost, Nita's face was so pale that Rama had to lower the negligee and rinse the soap in Nita's hands. Rama grabbed a towel hanging from Nita's neck, then wrapped around his own waist, no matter that there was still soap on his body, the most important was Nita.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Rama was confused because his wife wiped away tears with an empty look and tightly pursed lips. He opened the door and carried the wife, bringing her into the room.

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When Nita woke up at night, the room was so dark like never before. He felt a warm gust in his head. The entire back of the body is also attached to something hard warm.

Nita tries to move the hand, which turns out to be locked. The smell of the orange made Nita realize it was Rama's smell coming from the bath soap. With all her might Nita turned around fumbling Rama's neck and face, feeling the man's regular breathing. He slightly raised his head and kissed Rama's hot lips, after tearing him up. Unfortunately, he could not see Rama's face.

Back lying down, Nita sniffed Rama's chest and the man still hugged her. Nita remembers her rejection in the bathroom. He was comfortable with Rama, but he was still afraid of such things. Nita held her breath and her hands began to go down the front of Rama's body, until she was waving down she felt the color pants, it seemed like Rama was not wearing core pants.

Nita swallows the coarse salivary because unexpectedly something changes size. Sontak Nita pulls a hand. A cold, goosebump wave enveloped the entire back of the hands, feet. His chest began to feel tight. Nita felt the movement of Rama's hand that rubbed his back, climbed up and stopped at his nape. Rama's caress gave him goosebumps, he did not know if Rama woke up but the next second he felt a gentle kiss on the top of the head.

"It's okay, go to sleep, honey. Still dark. I won't fuck around until you're ready. I'm sorry, I made you uncomfortable" whispered Rama in seriousness and guilt. He was still half-drowsy, then opened his eyes and could see nothing.

But one new thing, sleep attached to Nita greatly makes Rama feel the comfort of the immeasurable and forget all his anxiety about papa and mama. Hugging Nita like medicine to her, she felt like she was not living alone.

"Mas .... "

"HM?"

"I want to try .... "

"What?" Rama's eyes opened wide. He shook his head and started to feel Nita's face and stopped on Nita's cheek which felt wet. "Well, why are you crying?"

"Well, will you try, Mom?" Nita's voice was hoarse and trembling, she wanted to fight her fear.

"Tomorrow." Rama wiped away Nita's tears with his thumb. "I love you, Nita."

Rama let out a long sigh, how could he be in the mood if Nita was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He lifted his head, his body pulled up to now parallel to Nita and began to peek tiny cheeks that were still wet. Rama can feel Nita's tears that continue to flow and destroy Rama's feelings.

Not getting in the mood, but Rama was filled with pent-up anger at the perpetrator of the crime. She recalled Nita crying in her chest so badly inside Lana's cafe. It was the biggest thing that destroyed Nita, until she hurt herself after the news of the pregnancy.

"Hkskhus." Nita sobbed in fear as Rama over her body. The husband kisses his cheeks and eyelids with tenderness and affection. He could feel Rama's affection and body warmth on it, as the man rested with his hands until Nita was not too burdened with Rama's body.

"We don't need that frontal, do we, honey. We will definitely go there later, but marriage is not just about that" whispered Rama in front of Nita's face. He wiped the sticky liquid flowing from Nita's nose. He's not disgusted at his wife's snot. He felt the heat coming from his wife's mouth. He was convinced that his wife grimaced with a bloodless wound in the heart.

"I'll protect you from anyone and I won't let anyone touch you. I-i promise. We should seek counseling after we arrive abroad. Do you want me to find out who Bede*bah is?" rama's voice trembled with anger and he felt Nita's head. Rama was wide-eyed as Nita's hand crept down toward her maleness. Rama returns to bed and holds Nita's hand. "Sleep, Honey. Let's go to sleep."

"Why don't you want to?" Nita hissed with a stifled voice, she tried to free the hand so irritatedly. "You don't want to because I once ...."

"I want to, just where can I see you like this" growled Rama. He reflexively pressed his maleness on the wife's thigh because the chewy chest was like a stun for him. He no longer knew what to say to Nita. His mind raged, Nita teased him and made him want a husband-wife relationship. However, he was more unwilling to make Nita uncomfortable.

Rama hesitantly holds the button of Nita's top clothes and Nita holds it back. Then the woman removed the grip from Rama's hand and let Rama continue. Rama knew Nita must have refused. Rama is closed in ease as Nita holds hers, but the hand is drawn again like disgust or what.

Rama managed to strip all the buttons. Slowly Rama sniffed the skin of Nita's stomach and felt Nita's cold hands trembling at her nape and shoulders. With breath beginning to hunt, Rama nibbled around Nita's navel, his hands feeling an uneven surface below the navel, seemingly a former caesarean section.

Sniffing Nita's stomach, alternating with her tongue that goes down Nita's stomach and up. Rama grabs the b**Ra and Nita's hand gets in the way. Rama led the hand away. His nose continues down the lump of meat that does not fit in br**a and goes up to the neckline. Rama no longer felt tears coming out of Nita's cheeks, his wife's breathing increased even though the strawberry's fragrant body was still trembling.

"Do you want to continue? If you want us to stop it" whispered Rama with a noisy breath in front of Nita's hot lips.

"Do it, Mas" Nita's voice trembled. His feelings are mixed. Fever, fear, discomfort, horror at something hard pressing down on his thigh. He was sure all the fine fur on the nape, his hands and feet were bristling.

Gently Rama dissolved in a sweet and careful ci*man. He took a sip of Nita's chewy and sweet lips. His body temperature instantly increased sharply like being burned in embers, so hot that he took off the pagutan to remove his shirt that began to get wet.

Their sweaty abdominal skin stuck together, feeling slippery, moist and hot. Napsu Rama has been replaced. The man let out a br**a and the wife's breathing grew louder.

Nita was drunk with her fear. He gets more and more uncontrollable when Rama touches his chest. His heart was pounding and cold sweat flooded him. As soon as Rama bit the sensitive spot on his chest, his ears began to go deaf and could not hear the sound of his own breathing. Feelings of anger, guilt, anxiety, sadness, mingled into one, invaded his mind.

Nita cries in unexplainable despair but she cannot hear her own voice. Nita lost her energy and screamed in fear, a shadow of the man's behavior appearing in her mind.

The more Nita thrashed the more that person blocked her. She screamed and said it hurt but the man ignored her and still seized her chastity. In a feeling of helpless disintegration, Nita felt a powerful spray in her womb and that person's property twitch in it. Then the man took off his maleness also took off the clot from his mouth. Warm liquid feels flowing in his that feels sore not playing. Until his world immediately became very dark and very painful, so he did not want to open his eyes again and just sobbed, even he had no more energy after curling up and no matter where his lower clothes went.

"Nita .... " Rama who just hugged Nita who thrashed and hysterically in her chest, now felt the head droop. Rama puts Nita to the bed, then gropes the wall and turns on the lights. He was shocked because Nita fainted. The wife's pajamas were fast pouched out, covering bite marks everywhere. He ignored the unbuttoned br**a section. Rama wears a t-shirt and walks to get telon oil.

"What did I say, you forced yourself. Not yet, you fainted again." Rama poured a lot of telon oil into the palms of the hands and spiked into the neck of Nita's cheeks, nose and forehead. Rama fell asleep next to his wife.

"Wake, Honey. You've fainted twice. I'm sorry I shouldn't have listened to you and obeyed you, maybe you wouldn't have fainted" Rama murmured with great worry. He leaned closer to Nita's nose to check her breathing.

Rama gazed at Nita's cold palms, and even Moses, who was sleeping next to him, woke up and looked confused.

"Rama, what's wrong?" ask Devan.

Rama turns away from Nita and looks at the newly emerged Devan, at the door line of the room. The room was unlocked because the key was broken. Devan came here without a wheelchair and turned out to suck. "Om, Nita's having a nightmare" Rama said. She couldn't have said Nita fainted the first night from trauma.

Devan anxiously approached the bed with a suck. Nita's screams were very loud and heartbreaking and could wake the housemates up. Devan waits for Nita as Rama boiled the water.

"Atha ... Why have you changed? Tell Papah what do you feel?" muttered Devan anxiously. Devan sat on the bedside and increasingly lifted the blanket to the limit of Nita's neck. Nita's face continues to be flooded with sweat even though it has been wiped with a small towel.