Warning! [21+] please choose your reading wisely. From a woman, over Magdalena's infidelity. Theo really won't be merciful. The marriage that has been destroyed, makes him no longer believe in the existence of women. However, who would have thought that an unexpected meeting by the existence of revenge would bring two people from different continents into the meltdown of romance. Souls shackled by shadows of the past have been cloaked in love as desire rages. Theo wants Rose's body to satisfy his multiplying desires. She had awakened his wild side. Even all kinds of obstacles will not be able to prevent his intention to make Rose a sugar baby and wife on paper. . . . [Spin off Brother Luck(not)]. Can be read separately, but recommended to read both.
View MoreRose buried her face deep in Theo's firm chest. She climbed up her husband's frozen body quickly, inhaling the intoxicating scent to make herself a little calmer. Theo still didn't say anything. It hit Rose that she was so worried Theo would reject her plea. Rose didn't want that, immediately tightening the embrace of the arm that curled perfectly between the line of her husband's shoulders. When Theo would start talking Rose was still waiting while not daring to have high expectations. She was scared ... but suddenly felt a small movement, a light stroke on Rose's back including a slow crunching step leaving the basement. "Tell the others immediately, don't forget to prepare Esme and all her needs." Rose caught a glimpse of Travis nodding quickly, and by the end of the hallway they had split up—Rose with Theo, Travis on the other side of the building. "You changed your mind?" asked Rose, half distancing herself so she could cup that stern jaw. Theo was staring so intensely that
The clatter of feet scrambling to catch up to the basement was halted by the emptiness they found. George Keneddy should still be there, between the iron bars that were covered by other iron bars, but part of the padlock that had been encrypted with certain codes was destroyed as if it had been bombed and disabled—making whoever, the people behind the disappearance of George Keneddy worked easily unnoticed. They were more like trained experts. Meticulous problem-solvers, people who were certainly used to being in the field. "What is it, sir?" Theo's attention was drawn quickly to Travis with a rectangular box, which the man had just picked up while looking down. Theo accepted the gift of the box. It was a small object with a valve attached to it. The translucent part exactly revealed a disk record and immediately tempted Theo to roughly remove the valve. Theo's suspicion of the object was correct, which was a voice recording when a rough grunt was the beginni
Waking up next to a man straddling her body was routine. Rose smiled briefly then pushed her dark brown hair tousled in front of his face. She lifted Theo's arm briefly, tracing the scratch marks for a moment and moving on to the rough fingers with elongated fingernails. No wonder Theo was able to tear his own skin, which meant Rose had to immobilize that part. Rose quickly got up and grabbed the clothes from last night. Rose's body moved to the side of the bed and pulled out the drawer of the nightstand—the last time she put the nail clippers in there—and pulled it out again. One by one Theo's fingernails dulled as the tips of the scissors were pressed together and the other part served to bite. Rose had to act rather than Theo doing the same thing at unexpected times. Rose's work was almost done on the first hand, occasionally glancing at the man who seemed to be fast asleep—no longer so as the gray bead opened slowly, then closed properly. Sometimes things mad
Too sweet and intoxicating. Rose admits Zever is a good starter. The lips lapped deliciously, while the creeping tongue washed away the aridity with a moist intertwining. Slowly Rose's fingers traveled up Zever's face while deepening the increasingly wet and hot embrace. Rose almost ran out of air supply as the two of them still shared a wild, equally passionate passion when the lip link was broken. Zever looked at her for a long time which is why Rose made the choice to roll over to sit on the surface of her husband's muscular abs. The light exposure gave a tantalizing sensation to the scrutinizing face and wordless lips. Rose immediately lowered her head to play a role in the alcove of Zever's neck. Sucking deeply, the occasional meeting of her teeth scraped the surface of the skin which then turned red. Zever's stifled hiss added to the explosive arousal. Rose's touch moved on—lightly caressing the surface of the chest with the bandages still attached, as if Rose was wo
Tasted a little. A sip or two of the milk was gone. Every movement on Lion's face was a resigned reaction to the last drop of milk that had landed in Rose's mouth. Meanwhile, the woman only smiled after wiping the surface of her lips with the back of her hand. "You don't mind me finishing it, do you? Count it as punishment for pranking Zever." Rose left after putting the empty glass onto the nightstand. Leaving Lion and all the swearing stuck in the back of his throat. Lion reached for his cell phone in his pants pocket, then turned quickly toward the kitchen. "You're dead, Travis! Miss Rose drank your milk!" [And then?] Two words from the other end of the line sounded indifferent. "'And then' you say?" Lion put the phone away and stared at the cheekpiece intently. "Now what?" he asked, busily pouring milk from the bottle into the empty glass until it was filled. He sandwiched his phone between the line of his shoulders and a face tilted to the side. [M
Rose quickly put down the glass in her hand, rather than make the following decision and cause it to spill all over the place. "Why can't I trust anything you say?" Rose muttered, squinting starting to take a step forward. The distance she killed made it easy for her to grab Zever's large arm—then creep slowly to touch Zever's cold fingers that were like lumps of ice when Rose grasped them. "You're very tense about being caught watching a spring movie, aren't you?" Rose stood on her tiptoes to whisper even more vigorously. She almost couldn't help but laugh after witnessing Zever's pale face and completely stiff body, but she liked how Zever did nothing but clutch tightly the cell phone Lion had given him next to his free arm. "I didn't expect you to be such a bad boy, Zever." The smirk on Rose's lips made it clear that realizing Zever's small reaction was a connotation of the hairs on the man's body shuddering. Zever was looking at Rose like he was looking
Rose was not wrong. It would never be wrong to simply distinguish between Theo and Zever. But she didn't say anything since then, because Zever's silence to the face that looked down for a long time watching the circumference of her arm made Rose retreat very regularly. Orderly quietly approached Lion and sat down beside the man. "Why didn't you say it was Zever." "I almost said it but you held me back, Miss." That's right. Rose should not have stopped Lion before she got to Zever. Rose's eyes glanced at nothing Lion was doing, at least the drink in Lion's hand if he was resting. "And what are you here for, Lion?" But a snicker followed by Lion's face coming a little closer made Rose stare at Lion in disbelief. "Flirting with the master, Miss." "You're endless from yesterday. You think he can't get angry, so you tease him a lot, is that it?" "That's you talking, Miss. Not me." Lion's head shook faintly.
The wet cloth in Rose's hand swept away the last of the dried blood on Theo's chest. She had done the same thing many times before. Washing, then making the thick red liquid wash away with her actions. While cleaning Theo's body, Rose went to the kitchen three times to change the water tainted with her own husband's blood. She had also helped Beatrace clean up the mess Theo had caused in the room where they currently resided. It had taken a lot of effort to break free from Theo's embrace after the man was fully affected by sleeping pills. Rose didn't want to remember it and didn't think it was worth revisiting. She focused on the long gash on Theo's chest, convinced it wasn't just another claw wound. Rose assumed that Theo took off his plain white T-shirt before slashing it with the sharp part of the glass. Then put the shirt back on, while anger made him forget—red was clearly visible on anything white. It was a moment Rose couldn't get over. Half exasperated, she applied
There was no response whatsoever, other than that handsome face sinking further into the folds of the arms. Rose didn't want to think her husband was exactly like a little boy hiding something from her. Theo was avoiding being stared at, that much was obvious and Rose's suspicion grew more and more certain as she herself struggled to pull Theo up simply to reposition him to face forward. Rose's long breath rushed into the air. For a moment she thought of looking down to whisper something. However, the words she had composed in her mind vanished as soon as she found a box nestled deep under the bed. It was completely familiar to Rose. She reached out to touch the object. It should have been a matter of pulling out when Rose's fingertips reached one of the corners of the square box, but instead Rose's action was restrained by Theo who brushed her off and as if on purpose, one of Theo's pushes made the box jut away from their position. Rose growled in anger—suppressed b
"I'm a widower. I can't stand not touching a woman like you," Theo said half-frustratedly, earning a glare from Rose in front of him. Indeed, after touching the woman's body twice—after almost three months of being a 'gay'. Apparently it made Theo addicted. Rose's thrusts and moans under his control were like a lifeless opiate, always there and never gone."I want you to be my sugar baby," he continued, now dominant. To hell with how and who Magdalena was. They would divorce when she woke up from her coma. It's her own fault, who told her to choose another man and have an affair, even demonizing Theo in front of his mistress.Theo's focus at the moment was only on getting the attention of Rose, a beautiful woman who had once been a rival for Sean's love. Theo still remembers how beautiful Rose's body is, which seems to have a magic magnet—able to provoke his own rise. Whereas the last time he wanted to touch the woman out there, the challenging nipples in front couldn't make him stiff...
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