"Aron's point of view,""Yes, Miss Grace, I have seen a lot of werewolf films. Tell me how those films relate to how you feel about me." I looked at her with interest. I could tell from the way she stared at me that she would most certainly not be giving me any compliments. "Aron, you remind me of those ravenous wolves that just pounced on a helpless deer to sate their appetite.""Oh, so you believe that I am the ravenous wolf?" This woman is really funny. Nobody has ever spoken to me like this in my entire life. Hearing the accusation makes me want to laugh aloud, but I restrain myself. "Miss Grace, who is that naive deer?" I furrowed my brow. "It's me, of course." In response, she shrugged back. "Oh, so, according to you, you are very naive.""Yes, I am." There was a peculiar tingling sensation in my body as her confident gaze met mine. No woman has ever looked into my eyes with such confidence. They always stared at me with an enticing gaze. Her glance, nonetheless, is diff
"Sara's point of view,""So, this was your method of honoring a woman?"After 15 minutes, he laid down across my body, releasing his sperm on the bedsheet. His heavy breath stroked my bare chest. "Our make-out session was fun, wasn't it?" With his husky voice, he whispered. He was correct—for the first time. Having his erect dick inside of me made my body feel at ease. Perhaps his warm touch is alleviating the pain my fever-induced body aches are causing. However, the reason why his warm breath on my jawline caused me to immediately become damp remains unknown. At the moment his dick's entered in me, I experienced pain. However, the level of discomfort was not as intense as it was last night. He asked me why I didn't apply ointment to my vagina cut today. How did he know that I had rubbed my vagina with ointment? He undoubtedly has a covert camera in his restroom. "Your pussy is very lovely, Miss Grace; I've never felt such tightness before." He continued to stare at me with lust
"Aron's point of view,""Miss Grace, I promise you won't be disappointed if you give me a chance." I trailed behind her to carry on our conversation. "Aron, go put on your pants first. After that, we can talk about it." She averted her gaze from my thighs. "What's causing your blush? You have already seen my body; in fact, you felt every inch of it." To get a better look at her face and have a conversation with her, I turned around. "Aron, go cover your gigantic dick; it's so big that your underpants can't cover it.What's your problem in wearing pants?" She tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see my dick. This woman is truly insane. Wait, did she say my junior is big? Oh, it means she loved my junior, since women want large dicks. "Do you mean to say that you like my enormous dick, Miss Grace?"To allow my junior to touch her thighs, I kneeled in front of her. "No, Mr. Finge, absolutely not. I didn't enjoy your big dick; in fact, your brief is so little that it doesn't
"Sara's point of view,""Miss Grace, I want a fresh chapter in my email within an hour."When he exited the room, I mimicked him. "Huh? What does he think of me? Am I Ginnie, who simply swipes a pen across the paper to write a chapter? He already knows that I'm exhausted, so how could he set me a deadline? To write an imaginative chapter, my mind needs to generate new ideas. His hard fucking exacerbated the pain in my body, which was already quite exhausting because of my fever. To write a new chapter, I logged onto his laptop as a guest once I finished eating my noodles. I had trouble focusing on my writing because my mind was racing with so many things. To concentrate on my work, I need coffee and splendid music. I rose from the couch and left the room. "Have you completed your chapter, Miss Grace?" As I was going into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, his voice abruptly halted me. Did he also have eyes on his back? With his headphones in, how did he see that I was a
"Aron's point of view,""You are fantastic, Miss Grace. I've never felt this degree of satisfaction from any other woman. You possess magic."As soon as my junior was able to sate its appetite, I let her go so she could tell me about our jacuzzi experience. But instead of paying attention to me, she sat idle, resting her head on the corner of the jacuzzi. What's the matter with her? How come she couldn't act like a normal woman? The police wouldn't take her into custody if she demonstrated her happiness and contentment with my junior. I felt irritated every time she ignored me after our intercourse. I had never paid attention to women's post-sex expressions and reactions before, but for some reason, I took note of every detail about her. Everything about her captures my attention: how she talks, how she walks, when she gets angry when she smiles, and what she likes and dislikes. Wait, what did I say about her smile? Yes, of course you did. My subconscious responded.However, sh
"Sara's point of view,""Stay away from me." Feeling a heavy weight on my abdomen, I opened my eyes in panic. He was soundly dozing off, leaning one leg over my abdomen and resting his head on my breast. His innocent, sleeping visage gives no clue that he is a sex monster. I never thought that someone could treat me so cruelly for sex, even in my worst dreams, like the way he abused me last night. What does he think of himself? Did he think he could own me merely with the power of his wealth? I was having trouble breathing in the jacuzzi when he dove me into the frigid water. It appeared as though he had transformed into an amoral monster, oblivious to the plight of his fellow humans. I persisted in battling with him to let go, but he ignored me. My small vaginal opening suddenly became his entire world. He completely forgot that to fulfill his passion, he was tormenting not only my entire body but also my soul. I attempted to push him away, but he gripped my palm tightly, pre
"Aron's point of view,""Where are you heading, Miss Grace? You can not leave this room until you have completely recovered."To prevent her from leaving the room, I ran after her. I don't understand why she became so furious with me. What did I do wrong with her? Why would she bring up our contract conditions when I never brought them up after our wedding? I was mistaken when I assumed she had signed the contract quickly without reading the details. She not only attentively read the document, but she also memorized the conditions stated within. She was correct—I married her purely out of desire, and I'm not sure why, but I can't help but feel drawn to her. In her presence, I feel comfortable. I thought her heartbeat was the most beautiful music I had ever heard when I laid my head on her breast. My curiosity about the inspiration for her novels grew the moment I watched her write the chapters for them. I've never been so intrigued by someone in my life, but this woman's every d
"Sara's point of view,""Your pussy grows even tighter in sickness, Miss Grace."He spoke to me in a hushed, alluring tone. His attention was once more diverted from my sobs, as he was preoccupied with fucking me. Why am I crying over my fate when I am the only one who chose this life for myself? I imagined myself as a prostitute whose sole purpose is to fulfill the desires of her clients. The only thing that separates me from professional prostitutes is that, according to our agreement, I have to satisfy a billionaire CEO, Mr. Aaron Finge, several times in a single day, whereas they have to satisfy multiple clients in a single day. He merely got married to me to satisfy his lust. I have no choice but to indulge his lust by submerging myself beneath him like a lifeless body. Aron Finge treated my body with the same lack of kindness and affection that the customer did for those prostitutes. How come he doesn't realize that I have emotions, too? I'm not a sex machine. He would alway