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DIRTY DESIRES YELENA
Look stiff and uncomfortable with his sister, Trevor was restless in his seat. He could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear his nervous breaths. His uneasiness doubles when he hears Sumire's name and the gift from the lips of his older sister, Yelena."Why does it have to be her?"Jaw-clenched, Trevor asked making Yelena an eyebrow at him. The tall woman confidently crossed her legs, lowers her big sunglass and slide it down to her pointed nose, and flashed a smirk."Why not her?"Yelena asked, head slightly tilted on the side. Oozing much more power and authority than him, Trevor bent his head down after her. He couldn't meet his sister's sinister gaze."Do you like her?"Yelena asked in a cold tone when she couldn't get an answer from Trevor. Lips firmly closed, the young man heaves a deep sigh."No, but she's my friend and someone close to me. Sumire is more like a little sister to me."Trevor abruptly answers. The traces of good and sincerity can be seen in his eyes. Yelena
DIRTY DESIRES CALM BEFORE THE STORM
A deafening silence reigns inside the executive room of the MDA building. The moment was so tense that, when the tip of the gun pounded on the table, making a sound, they both jumped except for a man sitting majestically holding the gun and leaning his massive frame against the swivel chair, both legs were crossed beneath the table. His cold gaze was piercing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.Klauss, Mischa, Laurel, and the twins, Leroy and Lyric sitting on the sofa were restless, fixed their eyes on the gun Mort was holding. They gasped whenever it was pointed at one of them and with just one click from it someone will surely die in instant. None of them attempted to talk to the Boss as they were overwhelmed with fear of the gun would fire at them."What is happening to him?" Mischa asked Klauss in almost a whisper who stood next to the girl's side without taking his eyes off the gun in his Boss's hand."....." Klauss remained unmoved and just shrug."Ask him." Mort's spoiled b
DIRTY DESIRES TARGET
The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. At 8 AM, the sun rose bright and fair. Morning dawned with low-hanging clouds. The gentle southerly wind swiped across the city with a myriad of people. Everywhere, there is vigor and vitality. Everything is pure and refreshing. She gazed at the city around her. The sun's rays peeked over the neighboring buildings. Sumire arrives at the building owned by Trevor in her fancy sports car.She park in the basement of the building where the co-actor was waiting patiently for her. Trevor gave her a warm and welcoming smile. The man himself opened the car's door for her. Looking simply expensive, Sumire emerges from the place wearing her oversized white T-shirt that length to her thighs revealing her long defined legs, a pair of shoes, big sunglasses, and a black mask. She was wearing a black cap that covered most of her head. The air was cool, gently stroking her f
DIRTY DESIRES SPECIAL DAY
The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelen
DIRTY DESIRES CANVAS OF DEATH
That very night, the first fall of snow, two private planes landed at different airports boarded the most powerful and wealthiest people on the entire globe. The world was raining fluffy silver snowflakes. It acts like an angel, fluttering down from the sky with such grace and elegance, and softly lands on the earth. The snow-covered people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, and come to a crystal-clear fairytale world. The scent of snow gives a cool and soothing comfort. It sprinkled beauty everywhere.When Trevor, Sumire, and Yelena arrived at the airport, stepped out into a winter wonderland. Suddenly, the cold air stung her cheeks so Sumire pulled her scarf up closer to her face. From the distance was a silver limousine parked to take them to the hotel. Like a gentleman, Trevor holds the maiden's hand as he supports her sashayed down the plane they boarded. He even covered the maiden with his jacket to ease her shivering body from the cold. Sumire felt so peaceful to
DIRTY DESIRES HUNTING
They're frozen, rooted to their place. Hands fly to chests. They were deeply shocked to hear a large amount of money drawn by the mysterious lady in red. Series of mutters and whispers reign the place. All eyes cast upon the maiden who releases such a tremendous amount like nothing. Sumire's smize is full of confidence and complacent enough that no one would dare to challenge her. Her red lips lifted mighty high.The tanned man auctioneer looked in her direction and smirked. He once looked at the crowd again. "Who would dare to challenge for 1 billion from bidder 18? Anyone?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.From the second floor of the auction hall, a white-haired man masked in black hoisted the placard. The male auctioneer, who is Narco looked up to their place. With his golden eyes beneath the mask, Sumire fails to recognize him. Narco immediately noticed the giant hunk in his black half-mask man looking at the maiden from below, both legs crossed while sitting in a kingly postur
DIRTY DESIRES RECONCILE?
In his big muscled arms, Sumire struggled to free herself from his grip but Mort easily lifted her with one hand, clasped around her waist to prevent her from going back inside the Viccini House."Listen to me just this once please?"Sumire pleads with Mort as the hunk walk towards his parked car nearby. She got no answer from him.“Look! I just wanted to make sure he’s okay! He’s my responsibility! I am the one who invited him here! ”Sumire shouted as Mort's grip tightened around her. Jaw-clenched, his face remains rigid.“You are not going anywhere. We’re leaving. ”Mort firmly said and he entered her into his phantom car. Sumire was still struggling, bites him, and her nails dugs into his arms which were already reddened and full of her scratch marks. The hunk's face remains stoic, hot, and unbothered from the pain inflicted on him. He made her sit in the front seat and when Mort was about to fasten the seat belt around her, Sumire hit her head on his face but Mort quickly dodge an
DIRTY DESIRES SURPRISE I
Two days later. Sumire was resting her face on her palm and looked blankly at nowhere in the high stool chair she was sitting on inside the set's dressing room. She drew a blank stare at anyone. They are currently shooting the scene without Trevor's role. Until now, she has not had any contact with Trevor after the incident at the Viccini House. Worriment is written all over her face. No one from the production team tried to disturb her as she was drowned in her own thoughts. What happened at the auction is still a mystery to her. ***FLASHBACK***Before they boarded the plane back home to Brethren City, she asked Mort about the chaos in Viccini House and what really happened to Trevor after they left. She keeps on asking him why that place doesn't exist according to the elite investigators and experts she knows. But Mort's face remain stone-cold and answered none of those questions.When they arrived at the Brethren City, Sumire headed straight to her parents' mansion to ask for help.
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DIRTY DESIRES EPILOGUE
FIVE BEAUTIFUL YEARS LATER...10 pm. The sound of flesh slapping, grunts, and moans echoing the corners of the dark master bedroom with only small light from the lampshade lit the place. Raw naked above the king-size bed and under the thick blanket, Mort was enjoying his wife's body."Mmmm... yeaahhh aahh..." Sumire moaned. Toes curled and legs quivered from the delicious release as Mort captured her lips and milked her. Her husband had brought her to seventh heaven.Bodies connected, Mort was on top of her, dominating her. He moved again after cumming so much inside her. He pleasure Sumire with his delicious strokes, pounding her in a steady rhythm. He kissed her impatiently and infinitely. It's been eight months since he had not touched his wife after she gave birth to their second baby. Their princess. "You're tight and feel so good, wife. So damn good." Mort huskily said, growling feral as his eyes inflamed with lust and desire.Sumire bit her lower lip and dug her nails into his
DIRTY DESIRES MR. AND MRS. ASLANOV
In a cozy room lying on the Queen-side bed, Sumire was in a strange dream. A man at the Shrine of Death appeared in her sweet slumber and they shared a kiss again. Only this time, the stranger was awake with his face still blurry in her vision. The man kisses her with a gentle rhythm and went intensely deeper. She kissed him back with the same intensity. She is no longer that 13 years old and the stranger man she kissed now was grown older than his age. In just a second, Sumire was surprised when she found themselves already on the bed in the massive master bedroom. She tried to see the man's visage but failed because of the blinding light around him. "Who are you?" Sumire asked when the man spared her lips. The stranger did not answer her question.Shivering, her hair stood on end when she reach and touched the man's face. It was hairy. Sumire withdraw her hands and slowly, the blinding light on the man's face faded and revealed the head of the hungry shark with its saliva dripping
DIRTY DESIRES SURPRISE
The night sky was aglow with the bright pale crescent moon rising from the east shone like a silvery claw in the dark. The maiden looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the sound of crickets hums in the air. Sitting on the balcony of her room under the ablazing stars, embedded in the serene night sky, Sumire sat on the rocking chair. The maiden seems lost into the infiniteness of the black beauty, gazing at the constellation of Orion and scorpion painting the serene night. The gentle touch of the breeze kisses her rosy cheek and skin. She imagined herself as the moon and the twinkling stars were her and Mort's babies."The moon sure looks beautiful tonight," Sumire said with a smile. A cold wind blows past her. It whips out all her anxiety and stress. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. The night deepened and the maiden is unbothered by getting cold. This is the most soothing feeling ever!The night zephyr wind gently stirred her long hair and it soothes her
DIRTY DESIRES SHOPPING
Morning came, the sun rose bright and fair. In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning. Mort returns home to the Brethren city and headed straight into the Aslanovs' manor after he talks to Sumire's family. Emerge from his phantom car, Mort felt a surge of happiness in his veins. The news elevated his mood. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been happier. The hunk never imagined himself in these situations but this is him now, he felt like an ordinary person.Mort unconsciously hums as he strode toward the manor. With a calm and cool demeanor, a charming smile curved on his lips. All he knows he is deeply delighted. "Is that really our Master?""I have never seen Master like this...""I think Master was just reborn from being a demon."Mouth left hanging open, the maidservants stare at him completely awestruck as he passed by. They all lined up and held their gaze, struck by the light aura around him.
DIRTY DESIRES GONE TOO FAR
12:30. The blazing midday sun shone relentlessly and the sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, blue sky. The peaceful summertime was filled with the small wind and the buzzing sounds of cicadas echoing around. It's been two days since Lyric and Leroy arrived at Francois. The temperature was scorching and the intense heat was burning their skin. The twins were outdoors working under the burning sun and the third day of their torment."I didn't sign up for this," Leroy complained as he pulled a bunch of weeds from Chadwick's garden. Lyric, on the other hand, trimmed the bermuda grass with hair clippers. It would have been easy for them if Sumire had just let them use the gardener's tools at Chadwick's manor but the maiden wants to torture them. The two of them had thought that they would just watch over her, accompany and guard her wherever she roams and, as Narco said, cook her favorite cuisine. The twins ask Mort to teach them how to cook but they couldn't use what they learn when they
DIRTY DESIRES DOUBLE TROUBLE
The sun peeked at the East horizon, with warm beams piercing through the fluffy rosy clouds. The birds keep chirping, and the breeze is cool. The first rays of dawn seeped into her room with their golden magic, spreading various hues of silver and gold. The morning was exceedingly beautiful!Long and dark wavy eyelashes slowly flutter, Sumire wakes up with a beaming smile and felt light within. She feels a sudden feeling of serenity flowing through her veins. All the negative vibes and emotions vanished in just one night. It's like she just got cleanse or whatever.Her morning is now invigorating that even if she sees the person she loathes, her day won't be ruined. Sumire's smile widened when she remembered how wonderful her dream was last night. She felt like it was real!The maiden yawned and rose from the white sheet, stretching her body from side to side before getting out of her bed. Sumire sauntered to the window and opened it. The beautiful garden below the room greeted her. Ho
DIRTY DESIRES EMPTY SHELL
It's been days since Blanche was worried sick about her cousin. It is unusual for Sumire to skip breakfast and became silent. She doesn't even eat the hidden snacks in the big fridge inside her room. She no longer touches her favorite unnamed dessert, like her cravings for fruit and ice cream, marshmallows, and milkshakes she dearly loves. It's also rare to see the maiden never fights Narco when she is the one who consumed her own food. Though Sumire was no longer crying than the last time, she can be seen hugging the hotdog pillow while staring into the nothingness. She doesn't utter even a single word and just stays in the same position. Blanche sighed heavily as if Sumire was like a broken living doll now. Her eyes freeze. She doesn't bother to blink. Those orbs seem like a hole of dark abyss; dull and dead. No sign of emotions cruising in her beautiful pair of midnight orbs. She no longer cares to fix her messy hair. Sumire used to put on light makeup to make her babies look han
DIRTY DESIRES MISSING HIM
Wearing his famous stoic face, Mort was facing the screen of his computer while hands were busy fiddling on the keyboard, Leroy and Lyric were restless in their seats. Narco sent them a message with random letters and numbers and they couldn't decipher it properly. What he sent to them made no sense. The twins think that maybe it was just a prank by Narco. But his message hasn't gone off their minds. Sitting on the sofa, Leroy and Lyric tried to call Narco but the phone seemed to be turned off. They failed to reach him. Sighing heavily, they wish to know Narco's exact location. The twins hope they could leave the place and would look for Narco. Leroy and Lyric instinctively turn their gaze on someone in the room. Klauss, who had been looking at his phone, added to their worries. Even their Boss's secretary was busy, every now and then he glances at the phone as if waiting for a call or message from someone. Although they have a hunch he is waiting for Laurel, they are still unsure ab
DIRTY DESIRES CRAVE
Eyes lazily open, Narco got up after a series of knocks on his bedroom door. Those thuds from the door were too loud as if there was a killer inside the house. His pair of golden orbs looked at the glow-in-the-dark wall clock on the ceiling and it was two in the morning. He was about to go back to bed when someone outside his door screamed."Narcoooo!" Sumire shouted loudly like a landowner as if the young man owed her a debt. Fury made her feet strike the ground in heavy clomps. With messy bed hair, Narco stood up in his boxers not bothering to cover himself with a towel or sheets. He then proceeds and opened the door to see the maiden blushed with anger. Cheeks grow scarlet and swollen from shouting. Her scorching death glare was directed at him and both hands were on her waist."I want to eat." Sumire greeted him with a scowl as if Narco had the pot of food with him. The young man raised his eyebrows. Stand taller than her, Narco's eyes went blank and hovered over her. He didn't
