"Shut up! Keep your boundaries, Magda."
Theo looked away, glaring at the cold, untouched Lion. "Make sure Rose doesn't go anywhere. Hold on, take her to the guest room." "Yes, sir." After Lion's departure, Theo locked onto Magdalena with a ripple of anger. Keeping a few meters away, to avoid the body scent that made his digestive system churn. Theo chuckled. The second time Magdalena's arrival had been equally disruptive. Too presumptuous. How could she have entered under such close surveillance. Did Theo have to wrap her mind around the fact that Magdalena had a manipulative nature that could not be underestimated? "I don't know if you're still connected or not. But you shouldn't have come here when in seven days we'll be nothing." Theo's statement received a sardonic response. Magdalena tossed her hair back with a haughty smile that never went away. "You c"Open the door, Lion. You can't lock me in here. I want out!"Rose repeatedly pressed on the doorframe. Hoping to be freed from the impeccable room, which had a thick glass window on one side. There didn't seem to be a single part that Rose could access by simply sliding the frame tightly together. She was completely trapped. The door she tried to open was also a scary specter. Lion had probably gone too far, leaving her alone to struggle like an insane woman.From the beginning Rose never expected to be trapped in a situation like this. Why would Theo hold her back if the one person he had hoped for was already back-coming with the arrogance and humiliation she had to endure. Rose saw for herself how Theo fell so badly with the dream. What else to expect? Wouldn't the trigger for his sleep problems be cured by being under the same roof? Rose's body moved back a few steps. Taking a sitting position on the bed, her half-empty net stared straight ahead. She shou
Rose's eyes narrowed sharply. Taking a cautious stance when she heard the sound of keys being turned from outside. She got up, the sight of Theo's shoulder making her step quickly. "Open the door. I want out!" Rose pushed the big body out of the way. Repeatedly pressing the door knob like she did moments ago. Damn! Theo had acted out of her control first. "The keys are here." The jingling of two or three keys caught Rose's attention. She approached Theo with anger in her eyes. Rose's arms were outstretched, reaching for the impossible. Theo would never let her go so easily. "Give it to me!" Rose said coldly. "You can't keep me here. Forget that stupid bet. I want nothing more to do with you!" Rose thinned her lips. Looking for the slightest way to trick Theo beside her. Maybe a little weakness could help Rose break free from the man's forced confinement. "N
The worst part of the rest of the chaos wasn't over yet. Just a short step away from the guest room, Rose was confronted by the woman who stood proudly. Both of their noses were crossed-Rose looked in the mirror as the blonde hair directly in front of her was deliberately brushed back, spreading arrogance as soon as the line of lips broke into a sardonic grin. "You haven't left yet, slut? Don't you have any sense of shame? I've already cleared out your junk. Please leave if you have no business being here." Magdalena folded her arms across her chest. One eyebrow was raised high, curious about Rose's relaxed demeanor. "Ignorant bitch. Do I have to call you a bitch now?" she asked half sarcastically. Instead of being angry. Rose bowed, placing her walking stick on the marble. "You shouldn't have bothered. Did all my clothes get your hands dirty? I hope not, because they were given to me by Theo. One more thing, I'm leaving
Magdalena looked at herself in front of the cracked mirror. She screamed at the half-reflected face that looked like a mess. The thick makeup on her eyes was smudged, leaving black patches running downward. "Shit!" She threw the glass bottle again, causing the shards to scatter in several places. "That woman will pay dearly for what I feel!" screamed Magdalena out of control. She wiped the wet marks on her face roughly. Her laughter erupted, followed by a faint chuckle. "I know T still loves me," she murmured almost in a whisper. "He's just angry and disappointed. The rest of the time he still loves me. He really still loves me!" Magdalena tossed her long hair back in a slow motion. "I can't lose." Her dark eyes sharpened with ambition. She was at least one step ahead without anyone knowing. Theo would not be able to fight her in court, even if the man wanted to appeal when the
Theo's arms slowly slipped behind Rose's body, searching for the bra clasp that was nowhere to be found-only the lacy part that felt rough against the mesh fabric. "Why isn't there a clasp?" Such a ridiculous question made Rose barely contain herself. Theo was still trying to find the impossible by hugging Rose's body that was chained to both wrists and legs. "Her bra clasp is missing. That means she won't let you touch me. Remember that contract, Theo!" "I can't help myself anymore. It's been too long, Sugar. You're serving your sentence anyway." Theo pulled away. Returned to crushing Rose's flushed lips, occasionally biting down hard. "Where's the hook?" A deep frown took place on the forehead line. Theo shifted the position of his hands to the front, beginning to find the opening to the missed meal.
Lion looked down. Not daring to look at Theo's gray eyes when the door that separated them opened. The limping steps slowly approached Lion who seemed hesitant to hand over the walking stick to his master. "You must stop Lady Magdalena, sir," Lion said almost inaudibly. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. Forced to accept the crutches presented before him "What did Magdalena do?" He asked as he closed the door to the room. "Madame beat Afilia, sir." Theo's face turned away quickly, not understanding what Lion was saying. What was Magdalena's problem with Afilia, to disrespect Beatrace's position as an old woman and mother with great responsibility? "She hasn't been here for a day and her sanity is already diminished. Why is she beating up that teenage girl?" "Forgive me if I'm presumptuous, sir. But you're the subject of what's going on. We'd better get over there. They're in the kitchen."
Just a moment .... Something Rose found impossible to believe. God knows how many times she took a breath, swallowing the disappointment of having to bathe in the spunk that had sprung up on her body. Down there, the vibrations of the vibrator were still blazing. Rose didn't give any reaction, just stared at the wall in front of her half blankly. Too long receiving stimulation-since Theo was still in the same place, causing Rose's sensitivity points to weaken. How hard could it be when before leaving, Theo complied with Rose's small request? She felt humiliated by the decision Theo had made unilaterally. Didn't the man think of the great risk that might ensue? Even Rose began to feel the difference between before and after accepting the foreign object into her body. "Asshole." With all her might Rose struggled, trying to free herself from the binding shackles. The jingling of the chains chimed with eac
"You've already done it once. That means you can. Just do it. Don't worry. I'll smile, once you whip me." It was a tough decision. Rose wanted to feel free. But not by hurting others. She was stuck in a big dilemma. Going forward and backward seemed to make no difference. It was too bad if she had to keep one or the other. Should she hurt the father of the unborn child? "It's not very difficult for you to make up your mind, Rose." Rose's brown eyes closed tightly. Leaving and staying would not have been a difficult choice, if only Theo had allowed her to walk away for free, without involving violent scenes that harmed both parties. "I'll count to three. Do it before I change my mind, Rose. Or do you want to be my slave for the rest of your life?" "One." "Rose." Theo's warning was cold. Rose had no choice but to raise her arms up, then whip the tip of the whip to leave a r
Rose had to admit that Theo was quite different by remaining silent when their position was intact. The last sentence from her was ignored, the man was busy sniffing Rose's body scent. Deeply nuzzling the surface of her flat stomach. "Take a shower." Rose played with the black hair warmly. She smiled as Theo looked up at her. "Take a bath with me?" The ash bead drowned Rose deep in the warm ocean. She pursed her lips as she pulled Theo's facial skin wide to the side. "I'm old enough to bathe by myself. Hurry up...." A faint shake of Rose's head brought her to fall on her back on the bed. Theo's thirsty face and the man's large fingers began to dig into a t-shirt depicting a black bear, just like Theo who was currently resting on top of her. "I told you to take a shower, Theo. Not—" Rose was silenced by the tongue thrusting into her mouth. The sound of a wet sniffle trails off—a greeting of desire igni
Slowly Rose's eyelids slipped from their valves. The same Theo stared, silhouetted against each other in the mirror—Rose was lost in the seduction of the locking gray bead. "I was thinking of Oracle. He knows I don't like wearing earrings. Deliberately gifted me earrings so I'd wear them," Rose replied, successfully drawing one of Theo's eyebrows up high. "He's here, isn't he? Why don't you go straight to him." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly. Comparable to the smile on Rose's lips that curved again-this time briefly and too faintly. "He's back home ...." "Home?" Rose's body was slightly freed as Theo moved his face away from the crook of her neck. "Yes. Axe came to pick him up earlier." One step away she found Theo moving backwards. "Strange. Oracle came home because he was afraid of me, right? Did I hurt him too much?"Theo's quiet tone disturbed Rose's mind. She scrutinized the few times Theo's expre
Rose didn't care how the swaying bed jerked like a violent swinging shock. She maximized each powerful gallop like a giant crashing into the earth. Theo's body was a soft target for her feet. The man moaned in a submerged voice. Yet, also with pleasure... sometimes asking Rose to move from one spot to another. "Up again, Sugar. Up to the shoulders." Rose chuckled, still doing everything Theo wanted. One foot stomped even harder on her husband's hot, sexy shoulders. "That's it," Rose said. One leap ended the earthquake on the surface of Theo's body. She flung herself down beside the sleeping man. "You said you will give me back my gift box!" "I need to know. Who gave you the gift?" "Oracle. Here, give it back quickly." Rose's arms extended to pull the red velvet box in Theo's grasp. Their positions were in sync, both using their arms as a fulcrum to lift their chests. "Let me open it." Theo's large fingers separa
"No, you don't. You had your fill of acting like a baby last night." Rose ruffled the remaining strands of hair that still dangled over half of Theo's face. She looked down, searching for the most comfortable spot to strike. "Ouh, Sugar ...." A contrived hiss. Rose knew that no matter how much she clenched her teeth, it wouldn't give Theo much leverage. "Let go. I have to meet, Axe." "You son of bitch. I hope you don't leave before I get back." The chances of escape were slim in the conditions Rose had to face. She wasn't going to waste it, deliberately hunting her nimble footsteps leaving Theo alone lost on the bed. Rose reached for the doorframe. The hinges clicked after she positioned herself facing the man who had been calling impatiently. "You're taking so long." The stifled protest from the owner of the deep, raspy voice uploaded a barely perceptible smile on Rose's lips. "Sorry, Axe. I h
"Open your eyes, Theo." The throbbing was still as loud as it had been the first time Theo had spoken. Rose's heart and head were fighting each other. Each fighting for the space that overlapped the boundaries she had created for herself. In between came a strange feeling, which Rose could not organize into a symphony. She was a jumbled mess of randomness. Should have reconsidered Xelle's sentence a moment ago, was it true that Rose was trying to stay with someone who made her get lost in her own feelings? .... No, she wasn't. Rose didn't want to be confused by all that reality. As far as possible, she separated the things that shouldn't be lodged in the deepest corner of her heart. Towards a kind of choice which is the most appropriate to win Rose's sanity. She didn't want to be conquered. "Wake up. Get up, Theo!" Rose squeezed the clay muscles in her husband's arm. Turning the curled up body to face the ceiling of the main room. "T
"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
"Oracle, are you sure you want to go straight home? Not wait for Om T to wake up first?" Oracle's rejection firmly dispelled the offer Rose had repeatedly made. Rose's breath rushed out, lips pressed together thinly. She contemplated everything that had not and would happen. In front of her, from a distance Rose had guessed what Xelle's reaction would be, if the blue bruise on Oracle's conspicuously elastic bandage—covered wrist caught the heterochromia's eye. As slow as a leaf combing Rose changed position. Towering high, she awaited the quick approach of the one who was now beside her. "Daddy." The thin curve of the lips responded to Oracle's greeting. A neat knit of eyebrows rose with Xelle's sharp eyes scrutinizing. He took a deep look at Rose's face, then turned back to the first focal point. His large body knelt down, light as a feather to reach for Oracle's small fingers—noticing carefully the cloth wrapped densely... breaking the suspi
"Travis." Rose pushed her way in, making the man behind the ledger jump. "Sorry, Travis. I was in a hurry." "What is it, Miss?" The light question came after Travis closed the thin sheet marked with a string. "Do you have any painkillers or anything to treat the bruises on Oracle's hands? Theo just had a nightmare and accidentally did this to him. I'm scared if anything happens." Travis's eyebrows shot up. "Mr.T just had a nightmare?" he asked. In stark contrast to Rose's haste. Travis was too calm to notice the extent of the bruise. "No need to worry, miss. You'd better see the master, I'll treat him." Travis smiled. She hesitated between refusing or agreeing. Rose glared at Travis and Oracle's faces in turn. She blinked. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" "Yes, Miss. I can handle it. You should see the master. He may need you." Stunned, considering things from all angles. Rose finally sighe
"Uncle T, you hurt me. Let me go!" "Uncle T!" Rose tried to understand the situation in the dim room. Faint squeals of pain clashed in the air. Rose frowned, as the almost uninterrupted movement in its entirety pulled her closed brown eyes wide open. In front of Rose several black events were fully recorded, broadcasting the silhouette of a rough resistance along with a small body that was trying hard to pull himself out of the grip of the subconscious. Rose's heart hammered violently. All the chaos overlapped to form ornaments in her head. She took definite steps, quickly bringing half the darkness to light. And then some things that Rose couldn't digest properly, appeared in a heap, jolting her feelings. On that torture—like bed .... Oracle was completely unable to resist the strong grip that could be seen from the muscles digging into the surface of the large, clayey, man—sized arms of the person there. The