Chapter 244: Have You Ever Touched Yourself?

Natalie stopped Justin’s hand before it could reach her chest. "What are you doing?"

"You truly don’t know?" Justin asked. "My hands are craving to feel the softness."

"It’s my body part, not some plaything for you," she countered.

"But that day, you didn’t mind when I was playing," he said in a deliberately slow voice. His fingers traced the edge of her bra. "Why are you wearing it while sleeping?"

"I feel comfortable this way," she answered in a low voice, internally frowning at why he had to comment on such a thing.

"You should sleep comfortably, not feel trapped like this," he said, moving his hand to her back. Before Natalie could say anything, he had already unhooked her bra.

"Justin..."

"You don’t need to wear it in in the night. It’s just me, and you don’t need be shy," he interrupted her and asked, "Isn’t it better this way? Easier to breathe."

Natalie sighed. "It is. Now, sleep."

He hummed and moved his hand to her chest, gently squeezing her exposed breast. "Too soft," his hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

In reflex, her hand gripped the sheet, trying not to react to what he was doing.

Justin gently kissed the back of her neck and said, "Instead of resisting, maybe enjoy it like last time."

She swallowed hard and said, "I want to sleep."

"Really?" he asked, squeezing a little harsher, making her let out a small cry.

"Still want to sleep?" he teased.

"Pervert," she commented with a frown. "You’ve done it before. Nothing special. Sleep and let me sleep as well," she said in a restrained voice, her face had turned red.

"Special?" he said in a deliberately low voice. "Have you not touched them to know how good they feel in your hands?"

Natalie chose to remain quiet in front of this shameless man.

"Hmm?" he urged.

"Everyone touches their bodies while bathing," she replied with a frown.

"Are you trying to act ignorant now?" Justin asked as his hand continued to enjoy the feel. "You really don’t know what I mean when I ask if you’ve touched yourself?"

She controlled herself from reacting to his teasing actions. "I... don’t know what you mean..."

"Let me explain it to you, then." With that, he held her hand, moved it to her chest, and placed it on her mound.

"What are you..." she tried to pull back, but Justin’s large palm covered hers and made her squeeze her own soft flesh. Her breath hitched. "Justin..."

He continued, not freeing her hand. "This is what I meant by touching yourself."

"You... You are truly a big pervert..." she said through gritted teeth, finding the situation so embarrassing.

"That I am, but you should be glad I didn’t move your hand between your legs to let you know the true meaning of my words."

Natalie’s face heated up, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her cheeks. There seemed to be no limit to his shamelessness as he invaded her privacy again and again.

"Now tell me, have you...?"

"I didn’t," she said in a hurry. "Now stop asking me this."

"Did you never...?"

"I said no," she interrupted him hastily.

Justin stayed quiet for a while, letting her calm down. He knew exactly how she was feeling—utterly embarrassed.

Justin pulled his hand out from under her top and straightened her clothing. It surprised her, and she wondered what had happened.

"Why not?" she heard him ask. This time, there was no teasing in his voice or actions. His hand simply wrapped around her in a gentle hug.

"I... just... didn’t..." Her voice was now hesitant and low.

Justin kept quiet, giving her space, and Natalie finally spoke on her own. "When I was trapped with the human traffickers, I saw the most disgusting and hurtful things. I never felt attracted to any of those things. All I felt was hatred and disgust."

Both stayed silent for a while. Justin let her process her thoughts as she revealed something buried deep in her heart.

Natalie shifted, and Justin loosened his hold around her. She slowly turned to face him and looked into his eyes, her gaze steady and unhesitant as she continued.

"That night, when I was drugged and you helped me, it was the first time someone touched me, or I felt that way. I’ve never been close to any man. All that talk about having different men in my bed was a lie. I never..."

"I know," he said softly. "I’ve understood you this much, at least."

Her gaze wavered as she tried to see through his thoughts. "You know?"

He hummed. "I knew you were lying to make yourself seem stronger in front of me."

"What if I wasn’t lying?" she asked, her gaze not leaving his.

"That was your past before meeting me, so it’s alright. I’m not such a jerk as to mind it," he said softly, but in a moment, his tone shifted slightly, carrying a warning. "But I am a big jerk when it comes to you even looking at another man when you’re with me. When I say you’re mine, then you’re mine alone. You’re not allowed to even think about someone else. Understood?"

She could only hum, feeling conflicted about whether to appreciate his open-mindedness or criticize him for being an over-possessive scoundrel.

Then she heard him again. "But I know, when you have a man like me, you won’t look at anyone else. There’s no one born who’s even as good as me, so I don’t really have to worry."

He could never give up on being a narcissist. Natalie smiled lightly and said, "I must be crazy to even like this narcissistic side of yours."

"Everything about me is likable," he commented playfully.

"I know, Mr. Harper," she said, moving closer to him and burying her face under his neck. "Now sleep. Good night."

Justin’s hand gently caressed her back, and he pecked her forehead. "Good night, Natalie."

He closed his eyes as well, feeling happy at another achievement—he had made her reveal something about herself. There would come a day when he would know everything about her, and he would also reveal everything about himself to her