The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 60: What He Wants.

"I disagree with that."

"Why?" Shikera retorted. Why was Ethan just confusing her nowadays?

"Even if I know you don’t like or love me as if do yet. That’s not the only thing I want you to reciprocate," he stated.

"Then, what do you want?"

"I want your body; I’ll give you mine in return."

Hearing what Ethan wanted, Shikera struggled to take a deep breath in as she calmed her fast beating heart. Her body wasn’t in any way, helping her combat this strange feeling as they seemed to be anticipating something that else.

"Th–That should be talked about later! Love and respect should be prioritized," she stuttered, thankful that her mouth didn’t betray her as it conveyed her words without reflecting her feelings.

Ethan nodded, "It’s alright. You are the sheltered princess of the Anderson family so it’s alright if you are shy..."

"Shy?!" Shikera interjected, fake confidence brewing in her voice. "Ethan, I bet you don’t know how many boyfriends I’ve had and how experienced I am, right?"

Her lie didn’t faze Ethan as he simply suggested, "I sure don’t. Wanna go into the bedroom and show me now?"

Blood rushed into Shikera’s face as her brain registered his words. However, she was not about to show him her vulnerability so she continued with her lie, "You’re joking, right? Why don’t you tell me how many girlfriends you’ve had?"

She took her seat on the sofa and made herself comfortable, getting ready to enjoy her ice cream.

Ethan sat beside her and shrugged. "Why don’t you take a guess?" he suggested, smiling at the satisfaction that beautified her face as she swallowed a spoonful of the desert in her hand.

"You have probably dated tens." If Shikera was unhappy at that fact, she didn’t show it on her face as she spoke nonchalantly.

"Wrong answer."

"Hundred?" Shikera frowned. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Another wrong answer. I’ve dated none," he corrected. Immediately spotting the disbelief on Shikera’s face, he added, "How would I have dated someone with my mask on?"

That’s true, Shikera thought as she looked up at his face. She wasn’t one to readily believe another person’s words though, so she asked, "Didn’t you start wearing your mask some years ago? You must have dated someone before then."

"I’ve worn my mask since I was ten. And apart from those who knew me before then, no one else has seen my face. You don’t think I had a girlfriend at such a young age, right?"

Deducing that he probably wouldn’t want to talk about why he started hiding his face, Shikera brushed her curiosity to the back of her mind and smiled.

"It’s not totally impossible but I’ll chose to believe you."

Ethan could still see the curiosity in her eyes.

"Ask whatever you want to as long as..."

"If you’ve never had a girlfriend, then where did you get experience from?!" Shikera blurted out.

"What experience?" His expression was so innocent that Shikera felt like smashing the ice cream on his face.

The embarrassment on her face was very obvious as she answered,"Kissing."

"Oh, that? It’s normal for every man to possess sudden experience when they encounter someone they want to explore. You want me to show you how?"

Shikera coughed at his brazen and shameless offer. Explore?! Did women look like archaeological sites?

"Thanks for the wonderful offer! But, I’ll pass...for now," After her bashful response, she escaped up to her room in order to avoid any other rated 18 conversations.

★★★

"Ray! How many minutes did you spend in the kitchen to create this disaster?" Cyprian sighed exasperatedly, looking at the mixture of flour and butter which was spilling out of the oven. Just what on earth was this man trying to make?!

"I thought of making my own special dish just like top chefs do. It shouldn’t taste that bad so don’t consider the state of the kitchen."

"Of course I won’t, Ray. If only you know the name of whatever it is you’re cooking, then I’ll gladly disregard the state of the kitchen and taste it," Cyprian pleaded, seeing how Raymond was so invested in the rubbish he was cooking.

"I can just name it Riaray, right? For Rian and Raymond. Don’t bother about anything and just wait for me outside."

Cyprian could only sigh loudly and walk out of the kitchen to wait for him.

He came out few minutes later and called her over to the dining table to ’eat’. Cyprian grudgingly heeded his call and walked to the dining table, settling on the chair closest to the toilet so she would be able to escape there at the slightest chance she gets, if it became too unbearable. At this point, she was beginning to blame herself for telling him she was hungry. Who knew he would suddenly get the inspiration to be a world wide revered chef?!

At the first bite of the burnt black food like object placed in front of her, Cyprian couldn’t continue eating it. She turned to Raymond with an apologetic look in her eyes,

"Ray, why don’t you eat too? I’m not all that hungry now..."

"You sure?" Cyprian nodded vigorously in answer and he continued,"Then I can have my own food now."

Before Cyprian could ask what he meant, she had been scooped up into his arms as he carried her up the stairs to everyone knows where.

"Ray! Where—"

"You had your food, Rian. It’s time for me to have mine." He pushed open the door, and walked in, placing her gently on the bed.

Cyprian tried to raise herself up from the bed when he climbed over her, the smell of baked flour and yeast wafting into her nose to remind her of where she met him.

"Ray—"

Her words were cut short when Raymond crashed his lips against hers, his right hand lifting her head up to enable the left one place a pillow under her.

He ravished her lips without giving her a moment to breath, while murmuring something about how hungry she had made him. Cyprian’s head was too clouded with desire that she could not bother herself with listening to what he said, and could only respond to his kiss with the same intensity.

Her hand entangled themselves in his blonde hair, pulling his head closer to her as she moaned into his mouth. The fiery passion with which he kissed her was reciprocated evenly as desire pooled at the bottom of her belly.

Raymond pulled away from Cyprian, sparing a moment to look into her eyes which properly expressed her desire.

"You were saying?" he asked, a taunting smile on his lips.

Receiving no answer from her, his hands flew across her dress as he unbuttoned it with the expertise he didn’t know he had. Cyprian raised herself up, enabling him remove the dress with ease as she was left in her underwears.

"You look beautiful..." he breathed, as his slipped his hand behind Cyprian to unhook her bra. The clothing came loose in his arms and he gasped in elation as his eyes caught the pink mound of flesh exposed to him.

At the same time, Cyprian’s eyes cleared as the light reflected on her skin.

"Ray..Aaahh!" The feeling of Raymond’s mouth suddenly sucking on her breast was doing wonders to her insides. She completely forgot that she wanted to tell him it was still daylight and they were carrying out an inappropriate act.

On the other hand, Raymond’s hand and mouth worked alternately in pleasuring Cyprian’s mounds as her moans, which came out generously, increased the desire he was feeling. If only she knew what was going through his mind, she wouldn’t be so generous with that pleasurable sound.

He raised himself up to claim her mouth again when...

"Raymond!" The shout came from downstairs.