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Bullied
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2024-11-10 19:16:02It was enough torture that he applied himself. Flesh so ready, Theo can't get rid of the beautiful image of the pussy whose bloom is shaking with desire. He searched deep into the warm body Rose was trying to cover up. It's getting hotter and hotter and he wants to throw Rose on the bed.
Theo smiled sarcastically. He couldn't count how long he worshipped the face that looked at him doubtfully. Gentle strokes traveled from the skin of her cheeks to the soft, tightly clenched surface. He pressed his lips to Rose's, remembering how he had to restrain himself every time Rose protested and showed exasperation. "I want you so badly." Theo's whisper gathered all the electricity to create a tension Rose couldn't contain. She was confused when slowly the presence of Theo's fingers shifted... gradually flowing downward. Through the gap in her legs, Theo's actions escaped to reach for the belt lying on the ground, slumped down with her robe. Not wanting
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The imprints are deep as Rose turns the grip into a gentle touch—a strange buzz arrives that takes Rose to nirvana. Her lips parted wider. Theo's thrusts surged. The ragged breathing convinced Rose that Theo was ready to explode, to go through the same thing. Only the remnants of each other's huffs and puffs as a visual in Rose's head. Then felt free after Theo pulled the belt off. However, she was closed for too long—she had to neutralize the blurred vision. It wasn't until Rose got a clear view of the handsome, seductive face that she was able to see. She was silenced by a ferocious lash, so she spontaneously closed her eyes again. "You're not angry anymore? I mean, don't sulk anymore?" asked Rose, warmly touching the firm jawbone. Their bodies were still together. Who knows when Theo will pull out the rod that is still stuck. "That bastard wouldn't be able to hear his ex-girlfriend sigh." Not answering Rose's question. Instead Theo hissed as he search
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"Why did you come back again?!" At the existence of one arm wrapped tightly around the other. Rose was stunned to receive her husband's face resting on her shoulder line. Theo's warm breath wafted in. The lips occasionally fell to kiss the recesses of the neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the body. "This is for you." The shopping paper lifted to float in front of Rose. The small bites on her skin never died allowing Rose to cup the tip of the Italian man's well—shaped sense of smell. "Your habit is giving me trouble." Because Rose has trouble covering the reddish marks that arise, if she has to wear revealing clothes in the summer. Rose pressed harder on Theo's nasal cavity, perhaps the man would soon break away. Theo was right to do so. However, instead of being freed. Next Rose's body floated on the bed. "I really hope you break your hand again!" Rose changed her position to sit right next to the sh
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"You've been so long, Mrs. Witson." For the blessed time Rose had to hear the same protest escape the lips of the man looming in the doorway. The only difference was that the last nickname was deliberately emphasized. Each of Theo's nicknames to Rose had been fully enunciated until the last one, Mrs. Witson, and Rose felt it was a final warning. She hurried over still struggling to hook the chain of the bracelet Xelle had given her after having to open it, in favor of arm-length mesh gloves that contrasted with her skin color. "Please help me put them on." Rose extended an arm right in front of Theo. "You saw me in distress, but didn't take the initiative to offer," Rose said, handing over the jeweled chain on the surface of the palm that greeted her silently. "You're the one who likes to trouble yourself." Regret was already provoking the man to speak. It would have been better if Theo had said nothing. Though that should have been
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"No, I'm not. This is already neat. There's your suit that I can use later. Let's go." Rose led Theo forcibly through every corner of the room to the grounds of the mansion. The Bugatti chiron that Theo used most often was parked awaiting the master's arrival. Rose opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She still couldn't understand how Theo could want to cancel their departure so suddenly. "Are you sure you can drive or should I be safer?" Rose asked. She hesitated, occasionally glancing at the fingers gripping the steering wheel. "I can do whatever I want." Theo's haughty sentence ended with the car engine running. Theo's attention was fully focused staring straight ahead. Something different provoked a smile on Rose's slightly curved lips. "Did the car accident put you off?" She glanced at the speedometer below 30. Very slow, a far cry from the usual. "Not really. I did it on purpose. This way when we arrive, al
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"Five million euros." What fell from her husband's hot lips was the final offer at the height of the charity event. Rose gasped in disbelief. Theo had the audacity to risk that amount of money on a glittering necklace that was linked to a mannequin neck. Rose knew Italy and Canada didn't have the same currency. However, the euro and the dollar were quite close. At least she could convert the price of the struggling necklace based on the dollar amount. "For a necklace, isn't it too expensive, Theo?" Rose half-whispered looking around her. Millionaires gathered in one event, all classy haggling over prices from the initial benchmark to the highest, and which no one dared to beat with other prices. Rose was still waiting for Theo's answer. Her husband was too busy studying the flat object in his hand. "Wait for me here. I'll take care of the payment first." When Theo loomed. The only thing Rose could do was stare at the big
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"What conclusion?" A look of unequal color narrowed sarcastically. Rose's face was lifted a little roughly until she looked up and stared at each other. "It's so bad that even saying his name scares Oracle. And you say he didn't mean it?" Xelle's whisper was like a spark of fire. Quite disturbing if Rose had to admit it. She brushed off the lingering link of fingers, though Xelle's actions were not hurtful. "Theo didn't mean to. I was the one who misplaced the Oracle in our midst," Rose argued, not realizing how the blind finally blinked. "You're defending him, Rose?" Rose swallowed harshly. The glint in her eyes flickered quickly. "I'm not. It's just that you don't understand. I told you, that Theo did that out of his control. He had a nightmare last night." Rose held back the lump in the back of her throat. "You know I love Oracle, Axe, he's my son too. But please don't make a mess here. I've seen my husband hurt enough times. Not anymore. P
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