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 seemed like a lifetime had passed since Eric was forced to obey the will of others: the last time it happened, it almost killed him. However, her clinging to him… was more than physical. "Kitty?" he said. "Yes?" Nana spoke hesitantly. “I came on you,” Eric said through a laugh. Nana laughed, "Yes." She kissed Eric's neck. "I'm stuck in this too." "Shall we shower?" “Sure,” said Nana. Eric entered the bathroom, first looking at the shower stall, then the bathtub. Both can serve their purposes, but each has its own appeal. The shower stall has a bench, the surrounding glass will trap the steam inside, making them comfortable when not directly under the shower. Eric fantasized about imprinting Nana on the glass. It made him lightheaded for a second. “Shower or bath?” Nana asked. “I was just wondering the same thing. Maybe it's up to me. It was my idea after all,” Eric grinned and turned to look at Nana blushing. She playfully hit him on the chest. "That right! I'm sure you'll
Unable to resist, he pushed forward so it touched her lips, “You're such a bad girl. I told you to go to your chambers…” He couldn't say the rest as Nana's tongue brushed the tip of his "spear". He watched, bemused, as Nana backed away and his fluid left a glittery streak on her lower lip. Her kitten's tongue darted out to lick it off. Nana swallowed, “You taste great.” Eric sucked in a breath that made a gurgling sound in his chest. “Your taste is better,” he said, and ran his thumb over her ripe, pink lips. He couldn't wait to go back inside her mouth, watching those sexy lips slide up and down his "boy". He groaned as she opened her mouth and sucked his thumb. "Kitty. Into the bathroom. Right." Nana licked his thumb one last time, “Yes, Eric.” She slowly stood up and opened the door of the standing shower. Steam spilled out, covering her body with a thin veil of wet mist. Eric urged her to come in, eager to touch her, to be touched by her. He closed the bathroom door and a sec
Eric clenched his hands into fists at her sides, determined to let her breathe before demanding to be back inside her warm, moist mouth. He sighed as she placed one hand on his thigh for balance, and the other grabbed his boy to bring it back to his mouth. She increased the tempo, kept her eyes closed, and focused on the rhythm of coming in and out. It was almost too much for Eric to bear. Unable to resist, he reached down to his cock and put his gloves around hers, sliding up and down to the rhythm of her mouth. She slowed, and Eric tried not to push. Stronger. Faster. Deeper. Eric held her hand firmly, moving it up and down his length. With his free hand, he stroked her face, coaxing her mouth to continue the frenzied licking process, relieved to have it started again. Eric pulled his hand away, letting Nana do as he pleased again. His hands were covered with Nana's saliva, and so was his boy. Nana whimpered and groaned around the tip of his spear, sucking him deeper as her lust
Nana said nothing for several minutes before turning to look at Eric, “I don't want revenge, Eric. I don't want to end up like you, letting a bloody debt rule my life. I just want to be free. I want to be free, Eric. Not being someone's whore…not even yours." Eric's throat felt like it was on fire as he perceived the sincerity of every word Nana said. It's all her game from start to finish. He knew that, kept reminding himself, even reluctantly appreciating her efforts – but he still fell for the trap. He deserves to take the consequences little by little. He knows but doesn't care. He stepped forward, pushed Kitten out of the way and scrubbed his body under the cool water of the shower. He could feel the Kitten's gaze on him, but he ignored her. When he finished showering, he opened the bathroom window, stood up, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bedroom. "Are you going!" Kitten called out, leaping out of the bathroom and grabbing his arm. Eric pushed her slightly away and cont
A knock on the door caught his attention. He opened the door and Celia immediately lowered her eyes, curtsied in a low bow. “¿Qué quieres?” (“What do you want?”) he asked, more harshly than he intended. Celia slowly stood up, looking at him with confusion, but then explained that her master, Felipe, asked to see him. Eric reluctantly agreed to go downstairs after he was fully dressed. At the same time, he also reminds her to feed the Kitten. He wouldn't come back to his room during the day and didn't want her to go hungry. Celia nodded, gave him a look he took to be critical, and turned away. Eric slammed the door behind her. Eric dressed quickly, but not because he was in a particular hurry. Then he went down the stairs and met Celia at the bottom. He noticed her cold expression and immediately realized it had something to do with Kitten's condition after being abandoned by him. However, he has more good things to do than appease the contempt of other people's sex toys. “Take me
Two o'clock in the morning. Eric stood outside Kitten's door, absorbed in the realization that he didn't have much of a choice as to what had to happen next. After his encounter with Felipe, he spent the day searching his room. He found a lot of cameras but still wasn't sure he had found them all. Felipe is a sick bastard, a nosy who knows nothing of politeness or shame. Eric had half hoped that someone would stop him from smashing the machines he had found, but there was no one. In fact, everyone avoids him. Eric wasn't sure if that was a good thing. He really wanted to vent his frustration on someone. After he was pretty sure he had removed the camera, he thought long and hard about everything Felipe could possibly know. What a nauseating answer. He had found the cameras in the bathroom, well hidden in the air vent. What he assumed was a screw attached to a light bulb above the bathroom mirror, turned out to be another camera. Felipe put them all over the place. He had seen Eric m
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