I ran to the bathroom before he could react. I can not breathe. With my back against the door, I was afraid he would burst in and a terrible scene would happen between the two of us. I burst into tears pitifully, and wiped my mouth with my free hand to get rid of Celia's taste. But that's not exactly what made me unhappy, it was the fact that the taste was coming from Eric's mouth that was the main cause. Out of all the emotions that were flooding through me, why did the nagging feeling of betrayal stand out so much? I can't deny it, I feel hurt and don't understand exactly why.Almost fifteen minutes had passed and Eric still hadn't come in to adjust. I put my ear to the door and could hear them. They are still in a relationship. I could hear her groan and his rough voice. He was saying something but I couldn't hear what it was. I should have been glad he wasn't interested in making me pay for what I'd done, but that wasn't the case. That unwanted familiar feeling from before was sti
“Come here,” he said softly, but I knew it wasn't just a request. Trying to show the confidence that I don't have, I crossed the short distance between us and stood beside the bed.As I stood there, trying not to bring my knees together, he looked at me from top to bottom, and that was enough to make my whole body uncomfortably warm. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers from my elbow to my wrist. He pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist.“You slapped me,” he said. He looked up into my eyes and I swallowed.“Yes, Master,” I whispered. Hopefully calling the correct name will satisfy you. He intertwines his fingers with mine and squeezes. I grimace.“Before you, I never knew a woman who could get away with it.” My tears fell. I can't pretend to be brave anymore."Please don't hurt me," I stammered.He calmly looked at me with a smile on his face. “Well, it doesn't take much effort, does it? I was also depressed. That's no fun for me." I let out a long breath without realizing I
Johnny sat silently for a few minutes, trying to absorb the story he had just heard. What can you say? There wasn't any necessary information worth noting, but he was beginning to get curious about Eric and who he was.Eric seemed to be a man of great contradictions. Inconsistency, Johnny thought, did not justify Eric's actions, but as he sat there in Yena's hospital room, trying to ignore the tumult of excitement that arose every time he shifted in his seat or thought about it. Sloan, he wondered again if he had anything in common with that man. It wasn't a pleasant thought for orange, but it was there. He was curious.As Yena spoke, he recalled their earlier conversation about monsters being born or created. He believes they are made, as does Yena, but Johnny has trouble with the vague notion of cruelty, justifying further cruelty. Or yearn for it.In Johnny's case, he felt he should be able to subdue his need for sexual humiliation and dominance. His desires are remnants from his c
“Did he say anything more about this Narweh guy? Do you have an exact timeframe?”Yena shook her head, “Sorry, no. All I know is Eric was younger than me when it all happened.”“How do you know?”“He told me. We…we became very close at the last minute, Kudo. The last time he was here and Sloan had just left, I was afraid I might have made it all up myself. I was afraid that my feelings for Eric were just a way to survive. Then I thought about all the things he told me. I think about how people make fun of him just because he's been lenient with me, and I… I just don't think I made it up. Everything is real. My feelings for him are real.” Yena said."I can't tell you this or that." Johnny shrugged, “My job is to do the case, not to decide if your feelings are real or fake. It's not to say whether your feelings are justified, it's a question no one can answer but you."“I know, Kudo. I just…”“I see, Miss Ruiz,” Johnny said. “When this whole thing started, it was my job to take your tes
Without thinking, I inched closer and pressed my lips to his scarred flesh. Eric was very soft, softer than I thought given his firmness. Tiny, invisible golden hairs touch my lips and I smile against his skin. I've never been close to a man like Eric. Everything to him is a new discovery. Granted, most of what I know about Eric is terrible, but sometimes…sometimes I find him to be very gentle.I linger on his bare skin, curling up even closer to enjoy him. He no longer asked me to touch him. I think about the time he told me to touch him. At that time I hesitated. I hated him so much. It was amazing to realize that I didn't hate him so much anymore. I have a lot of feelings for him, and yes, hate is probably among them, but there are other emotions too, far more complex than simple hate.Eric was planning to sell me. I hate you for that. What about other things? I was surprised when I realized I could, perhaps, forgive him. I struggled with that thought day by day, hour by hour, tell
“Breakfast on the balcony, okay?” I asked with more excitement than necessary.He smiled. “What do you think this is, a vacation?” I felt my chest ache a little as he teased me. I think I'd rather go to the top like this. Not because of the teasing, but because of the way he smiled as he did so.“No,” I said timidly.He stretches again and puts his hands behind his head, then looks at me incredulously. A bright smile stretched his lips.“Did you…kiss me this morning?” The heat immediately rose, causing my face to change to eight different shades of red. I struggled to resist the urge to bury my face in the pillow.Kill me. Kill me now!I couldn't even speak, just shook my head emphatically, but the look in his eyes told me he knew I was lying."Have. I have." This time, his sarcasm was a little painful. I was really embarrassed, knowing that he wouldn't let go easily, my tears started to well up."No, I do not have!" I let out a breath and felt hot tears roll down my cheeks.He rolled
Suddenly, his touch became softer and he kissed me so tenderly that I wanted to cry again. “You are so wet; my boy is drenched in you,” he whispers against my mouth. I groan out loud at his words, and I know my mind has made up my mind.“Make love to me,” I replied. My voice sounded so foreign to my own ears. His heart thumped against my chest, and his masculinity twitched in my secret place. He took a deep, sporadic breath and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. In the silence, my hunger struggles with the growing humiliation of whether he's uttered some cruel word, or a silly joke. I will die.Finally, he lifted his head and looked at me. I couldn't guess the message in his eyes. He conveyed so much in a single glance: need, anger, confusion and something else. “Damn it,” he said.His shoulders sag a little, and I worry that this is the moment he'll say something that makes me wish I could curl up and die. I wanted to say something, maybe get the upper hand like, 'I was just j
Eric knew his weight was definitely crushing Nana, but he was still not ready to face this new and provocative situation. He considered it quite normal, especially for a woman, to utter suspicious things in a fit of intense pleasure, but he couldn't say that this had happened to him before. She said she loved him. She said it in an intense orgasm, but it was still the same. Even now, he felt the heat and the wetness of her tears on his shoulder. She did not sob, or sob. In fact, the way she was stroking his thigh with her fingertips showed that she was quite pleased, if not satisfied.Suddenly wanting to end his own discomfort, stemming from thoughts and feelings of heat and humidity, he moved away from Nana. She made a series of adjusting sounds as he pulled away, wiping the semen from her lower abdomen with the edge of her nightgown. She wrinkled her nose, as if it were the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen; he did not reply.He didn't like the feeling that was spreading inside
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back