"Likes to challenge. Looks like your naughty lips need to be punished." Theo grinned warningly. His free left hand was used to press Rose's chin up. It just so happened that the lips were half-open, Theo had the opportunity to immediately crush them. Eyes that had been closed opened wide as soon as the wet tongue met his. Damn it! What was wrong with this woman's body, why did it affect him so much? Every inch of Rose's body was like heroin-raising the dopamine levels in the brain. Theo had never felt such a good lick in his entire life as an asshole. He was hooked! Unfortunately, he was about to bring his lips back to Rose's. The woman elbowed Theo in the ribs first. "How dare you kiss me!" A loud curse, followed by a stomp on Theo's foot freed Rose from his confinement. "Bar - bar!" groaned Theo under his breath. The feet still clad in pentofel shoes felt like they were about to be hollowed out by Rose
"You-you're still a virgin?" There was no answer from Rose. Theo didn't think asking was enough. He then looked down, his eyes rounded in disbelief at the sight of the blood below. How could Rose, a whore so low in his eyes be a chaste girl? Theo thought Rose was a hypocritical woman who used the important points in her contract as an alibi to get her paid well. He was dead wrong. For the rest of his life, Theo had never once touched a virgin. Even his own future ex-wife, Magdalena, was another man's ex-wife. Theo shook his head faintly. A feeling of guilt began to strip away a large part of his heart. Whether to Rose or to whom, all Theo could think about was his promise. A promise to someone that was broken today. Dara .... The name instantly hit Theo's head. 'Promise me, don't touch a girl, Dore. Don't take away their most precious treasure.' The image of an obsolete memory rang like a never-ending turmoil of hope. Theo would not have regretted what he did to Rose
I suppose you're the sea, I'm the river and our relationship is the estuary, where your vastness can't stop me from diving in. Bridgette Elen Lagos. -------------------------------- "Fine! You insist." Theo smiled sarcastically. With a single screech, his voice boomed out to call someone out there. Lion sensed the difference in his master's baritone voice. He moved to open the door, entering to find Theo standing with his arms folded across his chest. A stern, haughty, sharp and cruel look could be seen in Theo's gray eyes. It had been a long time since Lion had seen such a rare sight. He was forced to reminisce about a time under six years ago. As far as Lion knew, since Dara's departure, his master had changed from being like a cruel Greek god to a better one and finally chose to live a normal life as a boss. But now it all seemed to have returned, ensnaring Theo until there was no virtue to be seen i
"Get your hands off my body!" The successive blows Rose gave him didn't stop Theo's depraved actions. The man was playing with Rose's, waiting for the pukas to drain the wetness. "You're ready for me." Theo whispered with satisfaction. Before Rose could offer any resistance, he pulled her hands behind her back. Lowering his head, he tasted the bare shoulder with his hot lips. Intoxicating. That one word described the opium pops in his head. There were so many strings of desire. There was only one thing he could do, penetrate before Rose found a way to avoid it. "Once in, immediately los. Do I get to play rough now?" Theo didn't need an answer. He began to grip. Pulling Rose's hair back. Rose's grimacing face gave him a pleasant sensation. Theo loved to see Rose so messed up. The demon in his soul compelled him to stay tough. "Normally your naughty lips would be insulting.
Beauty is pain. -------------------------------- The tread of feet echoed through the silence. The faint sound of ragged breath, as if aiming at tools that are left to cool on their own. The screeching sound of the door signaled that the room was left empty again with hope. Theo with a cold, piercing gaze walked into the empty throne. A large figurine hung gracefully in the dim light. His desperate steps halted. His legs bent, he knelt before the large figurine, where a beautiful woman was perfectly depicted inside. "I'm sorry," Theo squeaked with his head bowed deeply. "I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. I did it, took away someone's purity," he continued as he shook his head slowly. "Dar..." Theo looked up, calling out the name that barely left his lips. "Why the silen
Rose stared at her reflection in the mirror. Every now and then she turned her head and found her Oracle already fast asleep. Rose felt guilty for revealing her little secret, which indirectly exposed the Oracle's identity to Xelle. Just because of one person, everything went wrong. Theo was indeed a disaster, the man's lies causing another conflict. Rose wouldn't have slapped Xelle if she had known Theo was lying to her. When she first heard, Rose didn't want to believe it. But the reality of the facts, where Theo had revealed the truth of the man's relationship with Sean in the past - doubted Rose to ignore Theo's statement. Rose had been played, she felt stupid remembering how Theo had moaned at her touch. Should Rose blame the reaction of a body that couldn't rebel? Or should she blame it all on Theo who has a different internal force than ordinary people? Rose felt like turning back time. Asking the universe not to bring her together with Theo at that time. Unfortunat
"I'll give him back after you serve me voluntarily, how about it?" A sharp glance was the reward. Theo shrugged feeling unencumbered. The choice was all Rose's. Agree or not Theo would still touch her. The remnants of pleasure still raged in his head, not yet forgotten how the combination of Rose's slime and warmth haunted her. "Open the door! I want out." Theo glanced sarcastically. The car then started at high speed. Oracle was already with Lion, he didn't need to worry about him. Just use Oracle as bait to catch fresh fish. "Stop! Where are you taking me?" Rose stared at Theo's gaze, the man didn't care about her at all. The road wasn't the way back to the apartment, it was more towards the city center. "You can't take me away as you please. I don't want to come!" Rose exclaimed unhappily. Her hands went into action, trying to take over the steering wheel. The position of the car, which was speeding in the middle of a crowd of other vehicles, triggered the excitemen
"Your child? I just fucked you. I dumped it inside, meaning our conception happened later." That statement slapped some sense into Rose's head. Why hadn't it occurred to her that Theo's seed could have developed into a fetus. Rose didn't want to carry that man's flesh and blood. She had to do something before it was too late. Rose's eyes moved wildly reading the situation. She made a lunging movement when Theo looked unfocused. A chance to escape. Rose brought her feet to the hotel room floor, sprinting towards the doorway. She felt like swearing when the door wouldn't open. Her attempts to force her way out elicited a cold laugh from the side of the bed. There was no jingling, but the turning motion of the key in Theo's hand tempted Rose to come closer. Her feet were unconsciously carried towards the predator, who was silently preparing his pouncing tactics. Rose s
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one
"Miscarriage... again, Rose?" Theo's question was full of disappointment. Not wanting to get carried away made Rose immediately tighten her embrace, but it seemed like Theo had the full power to separate himself from her reach. The ash gaze was sharp, demanding Rose without a word being spoken. She didn't know what Theo was thinking as he silently stared at her. Rose hesitated, not brave enough to cup the hard clenching of her jaw. Was Theo angry? Was Theo going to lay the blame on her? Rose was still wondering... her lips slowly moved to say something. "Theo—" Rose's words were stuck in the back of her throat. She was staring at the eyes that were repeatedly blinking. Theo hissed like he was suppressing something. Theo's gaze changed frequently. One moment Rose seemed to find Zever there. Soon she knew Theo was playing his part. "Theo." Rose called softly. Hoping Theo would survive, then be lost by Zever's lingering presence. At first Rose was s
Sugar. A special call from one person for her. Rose blinked quickly just to fully digest the chaotic situation a few moments ago if Theo was really back. Breaking away slightly Rose scrutinized the ash bead deeply. There was another flash that set Zever and Theo's ways apart when the two men locked eyes. Theo was with her, and instantly the euphoria in Rose's chest exploded. She'd been waiting for moments like this, never letting go of the man she'd been with a second time. "You've gone too far!" said Rose almost inaudibly. She rushed in and hugged Theo tightly. Truly venting all the pent-up feelings that had almost perforated Rose's madness. What could Theo say now to calm Rose down. The hollow of Theo's neck became the target of Rose's longing—0sniffing activities, even though since yesterday she had met the same body. "You make me claustrophobic, Sugar." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly, but those arms also wrapped warmly around Rose's small b
It was quiet there without the usual Lion feeding the husky. Rose's steps came to a halt just as Esmeralda howled and yipped in greeting from inside the cage. For a moment Rose examined the small bowl in the corner. It looked like she'd made a mistake, because the feed was scattered from Esmeralda's meal. "Your Papa Lion just left, huh?" asked Rose, unlocking the cage and letting Esmeralda out. "Come here, Esme. I'll take you to meet your new husband." It wasn't hard for Rose to lead the husky to the main room. When she opened the door, Zever just happened to come out from behind the door. The towel wrapped around the man's hips was sexy with beads running down the surface of his chest, creeping up to the base of his stomach and disappearing behind the absorbent fabric. Rose's smile was briefly directed at Zever. She was paying too much attention to Esmeralda's portion of the reaction to realize Zever was having a panic attack, which brings on intense fear or anxie
Rose winced, wanting to stretch her entire spine. Her movements were restrained by the known position of resting one's face on the top of one's chest. Last night they hadn't slept like that, but Rose didn't want to worry about how the density of her and the man's little snores could be so perfect for each other. Rose slowly looked up to trace her husband's closed face. She wanted to guess who she might be addressing if those gray eyes were open. Would it be Theo, or Zever .... Rose wished Theo would show up, at least there were still many problems they had to solve together. Between the misunderstanding, which probably still made Theo think the man had killed her parents. And about tattoos to some empty puzzles that must be put together. Only Theo, because Rose was sure Zever had her doubts about him until the truth was that Zever didn't know anything about all the conflicts during Theo's takeover. Rose's fingers played carelessly over the surface of the chest stu
"Is he asleep?" muttered Rose as she entered the room, only to find Zever curled up on his side of the bed. Carefully Rose padded then crawled slowly upstairs. Approaching her husband who was either asleep or not. As Rose remembered Zever wearing thick and long clothes, her forehead knitted in wonder as the blanket was realized to be wrapped almost completely around the man's body. Rose also positioned herself sideways with one arm for support. Gradually her fingers reached out to touch Zever's forehead to make sure the man beside her was at a normal temperature. And it seemed that Zever was indeed fine, or Rose should have made sure that the man was shirtless. It wasn't Theo's habit to sleep without a single thread covering his upper body. Rose's short sigh brought the thick fabric halfway down Zever's legs. Her husband's clothes were intact. Perhaps it was one of Theo's contradictory forms. Rose really had to hold herself still. Her attention was suddenl