LOGINShare
Seeing Red
"What are you and Froy doing in the pool?"
Moreau's breath caught as if it needed to prevent it from staying stuck in the middle of her throat, while the urge to jump up and be completely still, transfixed, facing the source of the voice with a sense of tension, was the most horrible option. She had just stepped into the room soaking wet. The need to simply strip off the wet cloths on her body was suddenly discouraged. Abihirt had given no hint of appearing, but the man had been so close. In fact, that they were trapped in the same room together. There was nothing Moreau could find behind her stepfather's gray eyes, though Abihirt seemed to have kept various things on the man's mind. A look that resembled a cynic as if he was dispensing justice. However, Moreau did not understand what they needed to emphasize. About Froy's unpleasant behavior, really, things were out of control., "What are you doing here?" Instead of talking about something that seemedRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements The Kind of Surprise
It was said with barely any knowledge in Moreau's mind. Abihirt had never broached the subject in the first place. Never if she struggled to remember anymore. Now, suddenly it all felt shocking, like letting a drop of blood become a map on a blank canvas. There was no way to drag out an agreement. They schemed; yes, at least another word described the scene of betrayal. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau folded her arms across her chest. About to confirm for herself one of her stepfather's serious intentions by asking a question with little understanding of the prohibition the man had just declared. "You'll never really know what I want." However, it would be useless if Abihirt would end up forming another conundrum and not try to tell more. Moreau raised one eyebrow high. Deliberately leaving that as the first reaction. Let the next take over, since that part was already a distance away from disrupting the most organized; let's talk about something relevant.
Forbidden Agreements The Rules
"Froy is not a child anymore. I will not defend him." An oddly implied tone behind Abihirt's deep, raspy voice. Moreau almost squinted as she silently searched for an answer. However, not everyone was good at breaking through something so solidly there. This was what it felt like when things felt unusually suspended. "Then why are you accusing me?" Perhaps a fishing question would help a little. Moreau was interested in challenging a grown man's temper, or perhaps—on special confession—that she took an interest in her stepfather's passion. Knew that Abihirt was struggling with restraint. It was barely revealed, as if a brief discipline had been signaled against trying to put black ink between their decisions. Suddenly, all was tense as Moreau realized there was no sense of humor behind her stepfather's shoulders. Not now or ever. The man was really staring. Detailing a picture of a sadist. "You are under the influence of rules and should obey whatever h
Forbidden Agreements The Punishment
Let the various rules between them be broken down however Moreau wanted. She was not yet completely clear. Deliberately adding emphasis at the end of the sentence, curious as to how the man would react though in the end it was always an indescribably calm demeanor. "He's an exception because you have specific business." No one wanted to believe that. Moreau figured the walls around them would have a similar opinion. She squinted simply looking for her stepfather's crack. Abihirt was too perfect to fall into a pit. Certainly never even if it needed to be described by the word 'almost'. "Specific matter... you mean, because he's my skating partner?" "More or less like that." "You really don't get mad when he touches my body? Juan is very good at touching me. You've seen it yourself." Woe. Moreau had gone too far. She wanted to stop. Just didn't know how. Fishing for Abihirt's other side was like going through a cocaine compulsion. She resisted, but
Forbidden Agreements His Anger
Abihirt's upcoming question was probably one of the many things the man was interjecting. Moreau swallowed harshly in pure reaction after observing the parting of the line on her stepfather's lower lip. She had to really observe and re-imagine how the hot kiss became a familiar sensation. "Ya, I still won't obey." It took a lot of self-control, and Moreau only mastered that after a while. She was trying to limit her distance with Abihirt, though it suddenly felt difficult to do. "You will be punished then." Her stepfather continued to say calmly, leaving Moreau a little clueless so she pressed her lips together just to find the wrong justification there. She never thought there would be a punishment. "So that's what I get for being your submissive?" she asked to be absolutely sure. Wasn't there anything else that wouldn't give her a bitter feeling? Moreau did not agree that Abihirt would arrange such a severe punishment without even thinking that she w
Forbidden Agreements Punishment
Now Abihirt's hidden intentions were straightforward. Moreau could hardly comprehend. However, she herself did not know how to get out of the way when the man had arranged her body to face the bed with both hands braced firmly on the edge of the mattress. Abihirt was doing something intimate that made some of Moreau's feelings rebel violently, though there was no denying that there was half a desire to wait for an action when the man had pulled the thin dress on her body up. With no underwear as a layer of anticipation, it presented an instant scene. Moreau held her breath at the touch of a rough palm... gently rubbing the surface of her buttocks. It was too brief for Abihirt to simply test when the field would get wet. The man tends to be impatient, instead of making sure Moreau is willing to accept the already firm, solid, and all-encompassing shaft. Don't know if it's the urge of pleasure or not, but Moreau doesn't put up the slightest resistance feeling
Forbidden Agreements Froy Open His Mouth
"You must believe me. I saw Uncle Abi come out of Moreau's room myself. It was almost midnight when I finished swimming." The sound from outside drew Moreau to blink a few times, even though she had tried hard to wake up from keeping her eyes closed. Froy .... The man's voice was the most dominating, it took a moment at least for Moreau to fully comprehend the flashes of chaos that were being scattered there. She gasped instantly, hoping this was a dream, but the conversation behind the layers of room walls had shown her the truth. What had Froy seen and known? Moreau's mind wondered, so afraid, if last night the man had been drenched in information about Abihirt deciding to take punitive action; for a single mistake in the middle of normal tolerance. Her stepfather simply did not want to admit to a pointless self-defense. Instead, he was willing to take a risky risk like this. Where is Abihirt now? Moreau blinked rapidly. She wanted to get up, th
Forbidden Agreements Nothing to do
"What's wrong, Mom, Auntie?" Moreau didn't want to draw attention to Froy, making sure she didn't make eye contact with the man. Leave Froy to his own thoughts—certain thoughts and specific accusations set the tone. Ambition always turned into a major attack, however... felt quite dangerous. It would end up being tricky trying to get into it when not knowing if there was the most appropriate way to swim your way out. "Why didn't you tell us that Uncle Abi was in your room last night, Moreau? What were you doing? My mother and Aunt Barbara are already curious." Again. Froy's voice was the first to scatter, like a razor blade trying to tear through a wet piece of paper—it had already damaged it before it actually got to the stage of wanting to glue the flat, sharp part. Moreau had not found an answer. Didn't know what to say. Whether to accuse Froy, then all the man's statements would backfire or to keep quiet... letting Barbara's expression faintly turn angry.
Forbidden Agreements That Clear
Moreau looked at her stepfather skeptically. The man should have understood the hint she had given. It was not like this; plunging their secret scandal into a big hole to explode with the truce bomb placed inside. She wanted to be angry, but it was useless. Moreau would not be able to do anything more serious when Barbara was still showing a despondent expression, even though the woman had marked her as an easy target... if only, knowing something more serious right now. "What were you doing in Moreau's room?" Another question was soon detailed. Moreau did not even want to look at Abihirt's face, whether the man had gathered instant answers or simply had no real expression to avoid the age-old problem-still a terrible mess. "Returning the bracelet that fell in the courtyard outside." It all happened so suddenly. Moreau flinched slightly, then instinctively looked down at her wrist. Something that must not be forgotten. It was Abihirt, who had
Latest chapter
