Brianna is dumbfounded. She doesn't know what to say. If she says yes, won't she be portraying herself as a liar? And if she says no, doesn't that mean she went overboard by smacking him?Gosh, why didn't she think that far? She feels like a fool right now.It's a natural phenomenon. Take her for example, she is certain she can only get excited when someone above her suddenly decides to serve her because of some issues.This is why it appears foolish of her to think Lucien who it already seems like is above the Villes should be excited. There is clearly no reason for him to be excited.She sighs, walks back to her seat, and sits down without saying anything.Mr. Santiago also walks back to his seat and sits down and Juliet turns back to her food.Their once cheerful faces minutes ago are now dull. They all feel bad, most especially Brianna. For Lucien who has risen above the Villes, the question she asked is insulting.It's just like asking a master why he isn't happy that his slave i
Juliet neither knows why Lucien's touch always gets her this excited nor does she know why only his touch gets her sexually aroused. But it is something that has been happening. Something she seems to have no control over. Perhaps, the only thing she can't control.As a little kid, she has always wondered what it meant when ladies say a man makes them feel butterflies in their bellies and weak in their legs. As she grew up she kept wondering because none of the men she met then made her feel such a thing.She almost felt it was one of those numerous books and movie lies. That was until she met Lucien that night she was stranded and lost on the unknown road.He wasn't dressed to attract. In fact, he was on torn shirts and pants, his long silky hair was scattered all over his face and he was so worn out. A pure definition of I just came out of the gutters. But then again, even though he was that way, his beauty was one she had never seen before. As he walked, it was like that of a God.
In the Thompsons' house..."What will it be now? Are you both done making your plans? If you are done, the show can begin now!""Here is the camera, master. It is the best that has ever been created. Great quality. HD master." These statements made by two different people are like deep rumbling lightning bolts to Michael's ears.His breathing is hastened and it is taking everything in him to still keep himself in check.As he stares down at the two naked beautiful chicks on the floor, instead of hungering for them, he feels his stomach chunk in misery and sorrow at what is about to befall them.Although they can be said to have gone vile at such young ages, they are still nevertheless too young to be raped to death."No, no, I can't let that happen!" He shakes his head and furiously turns to Ryan who is yet to take the camera from the hand of the guard. "I'll rather die than allow you to touch Charles's wife and kids! Yes, Charles killed your brother but that has nothing to do with hi
If one doesn't know the door Ryan just ordered his men to close and bolt, he or she will probably not take his words seriously at all.After all, what is a door to more than a hundred men that they won't be able to break down?It's of natural understanding for people to imagine that every house door has to be made of woods or hollow-core materials so can be easily kicked down or broken down by the slamming of one's shoulder against it. But is it truly true? Is every house door like that?Perhaps if it is, is it possible for Ryan to make such an order?Ryan has proven to be smart. If it is that kind of door that the master bedroom has, he won't be asking for it to be closed and bolted when he knows it can still be knocked down, will he? Definitely not!Charles when he began rising to fame as a one-time bearer of wisdom knew that fame comes with different things; lovers and enemies alike.It was then that he felt he needed to take extra measures to protect himself and his family. Not o
All this time, she had been thinking that if she can stop his men she won't have anything else to worry about since Ryan can only bark but has no strength to act, unlike Duke who had everything at the tip of his finger and commanded fear with just his presence.She had planned to use him in every awful way possible once she successfully defeated his men. After all, he would be a mere kitten once all his men are dead.But right now, after the stunt he just pulled off and the sudden murderous and overbearing aura he is exuding, she suddenly feels so cold and much more like a fool, and images of her lying in a pool of her own blood can't stop flashing in her eyes making her shudder.But how did he get to have such an aura? How? Tears are dripping down her cheeks as numerous questions feel her mind. However, her mind is drawn away as she feels his steps getting closer to her. Her heart flies into her stomach as she slowly raises her face to stare at him and without much thought, she lies
"Save your tears and cries for our fun, my dear slutty Anna. Don't waste them yet because you will need them by the time I start dealing with you and won't have them once I'm done with you," Ryan divulges smugly and smirks.He passes his tongue over his lower lip, drops his hand to his pant's crutch point, and passes it over his distinct hard dick, groaning out as the pleasure shoots through him. "I can't wait to fuck all your holes, I wonder if they will be bitter as your personality or sweet as your beautiful skin. I guess I just have to find out." He laughs and rakes his hand over his hair. "Be fast guys. I'm horny as fuck!""Why are you doing this?" Michael at the side gulps before he says out loud. He is merely holding himself from dropping to the floor as his whole body is trembling. He leaps down from the edge of the bed he is merely resting on and with his last courage and strength walks toward Ryan and stops in front of him. "Why are you doing this?" He repeats, staring quizi
Ryan can see the confusion so blatantly evident on the faces of the girls. He almost misses why they should be confused but soon recalls that since they were all brought in he hadn't made a proper introduction of who he is and why he is here in their home in the middle of the night.If they were indeed caught by his men fucking, he concludes that they might probably not also know their father is currently in the hospital, in a tragic state.Since they are still going to die anyway, the guys inclusive, he casually decides that he should allow them to suffer and die with the reflection of the cause of everything at the back of their minds. At least it will help them know where and to who to direct their anger. "They are confused guys, allow me to give them a breakdown of who we are, what is happening, and what is yet to happen," just as the burly figures are a step to the girls, he says, halting their movements."Ok," they nod and move away.As Charles's kids hear that they are about t
At this moment, back in the woods, Hugo weeps in front of Duke for a long time, more than several hours before bringing his corpse back home.He instructs his servants to store Duke's corpse in a cold storage room in the Douglas residence to freeze it. But before the servants can bring out Duke's corpse from the trunk to do as he asked, Chad intercepts them and pushes them away.He walks to Hugo's front, slightly bows, and clears his throat. "We don't freeze corpses, Mr. Douglas, why are we freezing Duke's?" He asks in a low tone, afraid to provoke him.Hugo stares at him for a split second, sighs, and stares away. "What do you expect me to do? Bury him just like that? What would the other members of the family say when they hear that Duke my only son died and I just buried him like that?"Chad can tell where this is going. But he anyway doesn't seem to want it to be that way. He shakes his head and turns to stare at Duke's corpse and his expression drops. "I know what you mean, Mr.