The previous question made Beatrice turn her face away. She dared not look at Sam anymore. She also cursed herself for getting carried away with the treatment of this thug whom she should despise."Remember the rule I gave you, Beatrice," Sam said as he tilted Beatrice's chin. This time, he wasn't rough. "Don't turn your face away from me when I'm talking.""Yes," Beatrice whispered."Tell me what you did while I was gone."Beatrice blinked slowly."You left this room, right? What was my instruction before I left?"Suddenly, fear filled Beatrice."What?" Sam asked with a tone that made the fear in Beatrice's mind grow. "Answer!""I-I wasn't allowed to leave this room.""And then? Why did you do it?""I-I... I couldn't spend all my time in this room!" Beatrice tried hard to gather her remaining courage. Despite trembling, she managed to create some distance between herself and Sam. "I could die of boredom in here!"Sam nodded slowly. He also moved away from Beatrice, knowing that she s
The photo in her hand transformed into a crumpled mess. She repeatedly squeezed the photo until it lost its shape. "Bastard!" Then she threw it in a random direction. She immediately stood up and grabbed the bag hanging nearby. "Sam, you bastard!" she cursed.Anabella walked agitatedly. Her eyes glared with anger, disregarding the fact that the informant was following her."Hey," she called out to her, who knows how many times. But Bella was consumed by fury. Her only destination was Sam's house. Since her rejection at Flown Discotheque, Bella hadn't returned there. She chose to take refuge in one of Sam's temporary bases on the outskirts of the South Region. It was a place where Sam would usually visit and meet her after taking care of his business out there.Unfortunately, Bella didn't expect that Sam had changed his course. Going home? Meeting Beatrice? That damn brat! Bella wouldn't stay silent. No way! Who was Beatrice? Trying to remove herself from that house? From Sam's life? I
The only thing Beatrice really enjoyed in Sam's room was soaking in the tub. She filled the large bathtub with some water and bubbles. She would immerse herself up to her neck and could spend one to two hours just bathing. After that, she would help Ute or have a casual conversation with Anne in one corner of Sam's room.However, when the owner returned, Beatrice didn't dare to get back in the bathtub. Although she really wanted to soak and get rid of the nervousness she had been feeling. Thinking about what if Sam broke in through this door and... no, no. Beatrice shouldn't think about other bad things. She wanted to bathe without disturbance and without fear.She washed her hands several times, trying to clean the remnants of their activities that still lingered in Beatrice's mind. Even though, if examined closely, her hands were already clean and fragrant. There was no longer Sam's distinctive aroma there. But..."Don't tremble, Beatrice," Sam said with a sly grin. "Only like this,
All Bella could do now was wander around Sam's room. She was filled with anger and frustration. Her eyes quickly scanned the comfortable room, especially the bed. She couldn't deny that what she saw fueled the fire in her chest even more.She was sure that something had happened while she wasn't at home, especially the activities she used to do with Sam, even if not in this room.For Sam, this room was very private, so why was that bitch given permission to stay here? And why was she being guarded so closely? What was so special about that bitch? She looked stupid and Bella felt a strong urge to destroy her.The face that now appeared in her mind from their previous encounters. Stupid, but with a courage that made Bella hate her.Since Beatrice's arrival, she had made it clear in her heart that she hated that woman."Damn it!" Bella cursed as she threw herself onto the somewhat messy bed. Then, full of emotion, she rummaged through everything on top of the bed. Pillows, cushions, and
"Ugh, Ute," Beatrice complained upon realizing what she had to do today. Initially, she just wanted to sit in one of the dining chairs, enjoying her late breakfast. Or a glass of milk that she usually prepared herself. Ute had taken over the kitchen and was exceptionally skilled at creating delicious and mouthwatering dishes. "Do I have to do all of this?"Ute laughed. "Instead of listening to you constantly ranting about Bella, it's better to use your energy for work, Lav. It's more productive."Beatrice pouted in displeasure. "But it's not fair. There are so many fish here. Where did they come from? And they're really smelly."The short-haired woman didn't want to stop laughing just yet. "I'll prepare the seasoning, and you wash the fish. That way, we'll finish quickly, Beatrice.""What are we going to cook?"Despite grumbling, Beatrice's hands didn't stop moving as she cleaned the fish in the sink. This fresh and fairly large red snapper would be prepared by Ute today."Fish curry,
Visiting the main residence of the Twin Dragon Clan's owner was something Ferdi really didn't want to do. He was a neutral party responsible for maintaining security and stability in the two constantly feuding regions, even though they had never declared war. However, the dark history between the Northern and Southern territories had long been known. Ferdi was one of the few who had been involved to some extent in resolving their disputes.However, there was one thing that Ferdi couldn't simply ignore. He couldn't underestimate the assistance of the ruler of the Twin Dragon Clan, as it had saved his younger sister from a kidnapping that had ended quite dramatically five years ago. If it weren't for Sam's subordinates and the intervention of that man, Ferdi didn't know what fate Felly would have faced.Unfortunately, Ferdi couldn't take matters into his own hands because the culprit was skillfully protected by Hasolomone, with Quassano being the main mastermind. Remembering the events
The beautiful girl with black hair hadn't forgotten about lunch earlier. It was lively, noisy, with many conversations that Beatrice didn't really understand. But she could see that they were all familiar with each other. Their faces also hinted at a close kinship. Just like Sam, who casually enjoyed his portion. Sitting at the end of the table, he ate heartily, not paying much attention to the conversations happening around the large dining table.Perhaps for Sam, as long as it didn't disturb his enjoyment of the meal that Ute served for him, it didn't matter. Sometimes, he would even join in with some remarks made by his subordinates. Beatrice thought that it might create an awkward impression. Unfortunately... that was just her own thoughts. Maybe what Ute said about it being a "home" for most of Sam's subordinates was true. They found their own comfort here.Beatrice pursed her lips slightly. She didn't expect to see such familiarity in this relatively large house, mostly painted
Eland crossing its legs. Smoke had been billowing from between its fingers since earlier. Its dark eyes refused to release the figure in front of it."You're still not talking?" it asked softly. But, beware, Eland's soft voice was akin to the most terrifying chant ever heard. The hair on one's neck would stand on end and certainly not want to hear Eland's voice in this state again."There's nothing I can say. Nothing," retorted the interlocutor. Although his voice trembled and was filled with fear, there was still a trace of courage in him."Before Sam finds out, An." Eland straightened his back slightly. He extinguished the cigarette that was still burning."But what I did wasn't to trap the Boss. Not at all!" Anne stood up. Her eyes stared unwaveringly at Eland, who remained relaxed in his position. "I just want Tony's shooter to be found! That's all, Eland.""I know," interjected Eland quickly. "But your approach was wrong."Anne turned away. Her lips began to tremble, trying to ho
Beatrice PoVWhen the alarm went off loudly, I jumped in surprise. Crazy! Who set the alarm tone? I felt like my heart would burst! But then I remembered that I had set the alarm so early on purpose. I smiled, replacing the frown on my lips. You can't be upset.This is a special day.I lifted the blanket slowly, making sure not to disturb the man who had accompanied my sleep for eight years. Duh ... why has the level of handsomeness never diminished at all, huh? In fact, I think he's even more handsome. I swear. His body is getting better, even if it's... a little bloated. A little bit, yeah. A little bit."Happy anniversary, my husband Samuel."That's all I said. The long sentence would come later. I had to hurry to the kitchen. I have a special breakfast to prepare, and Ganda and Gandi are supposed to pick up their report cards this morning. God, I'm going to need earplugs later. I don't want to listen to the twins' teacher's chatter. Not to ment
"Ah!" Beatrice sighed as the fingers slipped into her womanhood. Her eyes were closed as her hands squeezed tightly. Because after those fingers went in, Samuel made Beatrice even more confused. He used the tip of his tongue to provide stimulation that made his wife sigh again.For Samuel, Beatrice's sighs were similar to the rhythm he now enjoyed in his life.The finger kept stirring in there. So did the tip of his tongue. Again and again."Ah! Samuel." I don't know how many times Beatrice shook her head from side to side. The tastes that Samuel was giving her down there really overwhelmed her. In addition, she could feel the tongue's movements becoming wilder and wilder, caressing her clit. Several times she felt it being sucked, sometimes bitten. Samuel was really playing with her at will. But really, Beatrice didn't want him to stop for a moment.Where..."Samuel!" she cried when she was about to get her first release. But Samuel stopped his su
"As you wish.""Then don't blame me."What Beatrice never expected was for Samuel to lightly pull off the thin but comfortable but wet pants Beatrice was still wearing. She stared in disbelief as the cloth was thrown around by Samuel in a random place. "Samuel!"Samuel grinned with satisfaction. Where her husband then spread his thighs slightly. He leaned down to kiss Beatrice's wet lower lip. That was after slowly opening her lips to expose them even more.Beatrice received another sensual touching attack and this time it was much more than just sucking on her nipples. But..."Excuse me, room service!"Samuel growled in annoyance. Beatrice laughed."Patience, Samuel. Eat first. You're hungry too, aren't you?""Can't you eat first?" Samuel asked, sulking. He didn't pay attention to the bell ringing again."No, no. I don't have much energy if I eat now. You cheat so much that you make me lose all the time."Samuel
Beatrice's eyes began to fall on Samuel's shirt, which still clung to her husband's body. "Um... it's a good idea to take it off, Sam." The hand that still cupped Samuel's face moved again. This time Beatrice's determination was clear; to get back at Samuel for squeezing Beatrice's ass like that.What did he say? Squeezed? Is Beatrice's ass a doll?Beatrice's slow, almost constant, wet intervals and her eyes following the fingers down Samuel's face made it clear to her that her husband was enjoying what she was doing. Occasionally, right at the top of her husband's chest, Beatrice would deliberately stop. Twisting it with the tip of her index finger was what she did next. The buttons of the shirt were still fully undone and Beatrice began to undo them.Samuel simply gave in. He had no intention of asking her to stop. Even when she removed her shirt completely. Leaving behind an undershirt that was already wet."I've always liked the shape of your body."
Beatrice grinned. "I was thinking of a renovated house."That's right. The house they wanted to live in was no longer at the base, although Beatrice liked it. Alfred had indeed been a test for both of them. The old man had insisted that Beatrice live in the house he had left her. The four-story house was located in the hilly area leading to Alfred's mansion. It was not the Quassano family retreat; it was in another neighborhood.Alfred had given her the house as a wedding present, and it had to be occupied. Otherwise, the old man would also be living at the Twin Dragons' headquarters. How inconvenient was that?Samuel frowned at his wife's question. Why was his wife so far off the mark? What did her destination glamping resort New Island Resort offers luxury glamping that is famous in the northern section have to do with the house? "What does that mean?""Our main room is on the second floor, right?"Samuel nodded, for that was the truth."T
Anne understood this desire. Immediately, without much noise, she gave in; the tempo of her mouth whisking quickened. Occasionally he took it out and massaged it gently. Then she brought it back in to suck and suckle."That's enough, honey," Eland said, pulling his wife's face slightly. "I don't want to come in your mouth." He rubbed the corner of Anne's wet lips. Slowly, he asked Anne to lie back down. Making sure she was comfortable, he opened Anne's thighs again and quickly inserted his increasingly tense and reddened manhood. Again he quickly pumped Anne. Pushing Anne who somehow felt her womanhood getting tighter and tighter on his.He even hissed in pleasure at the feeling that ran through his entire body. Just like Anne, who sighed and moaned in pleasure."Ahhh ... ahh ... " Anne's head shook absentmindedly. She asked Eland to hold her. After feeling some of the weight of her husband's body, she wrapped her legs around Eland's waist. This gives her full a
"This is your reward for waiting, Anne." Eland rubbed Anne's clit again. In fact, Anne's heart stopped at the sudden buzzing that greeted her ears. Even though she had already felt him enter her, it still made her feel uncomfortable."Oh!" Anne gasped slightly as the vibrating foreign object entered her. There was a strange sensation as it moved inside her. It took some adjustment for her fingers to squeeze the spree she slept on. She had felt something like this several times in her fights with Eland. She didn't mind because Eland always asked. And made her comfortable with no intention of harm or domination.She put aside the thought that Eland had been domineering and rude during his intercourse with Anne."What do you think?" asked Eland as he watched Anne's physical response. "Don't close your thighs. Relax, my dear."Anne wanted to protest the word relax that Eland had just said. How could she relax when the vibrating thing in there was driving her
Eland became even more aroused. The more he accelerated the movement of his hands, stirring Anne's copulation hole. It didn't matter how many times Anne said his name, which he felt sounded more and more melodious. Until... he felt Anne's twitch. He also felt the slow pull of the woman reaching her first climax."Eland!"Not wanting to stop yet, Eland continued to stir inside her. Mixing with the sticky fluid that was increasingly wetting Anne's womanhood."Already," Anne whimpered as she held her fingers and gently pushed the man to let go."Not yet." He took the finger out anyway. He replaced it with the entire area of Anne's womanhood being licked and sucked without a trace. Anne closed her eyes in resignation. Her face was slightly sweaty. The sensation that ran through her entire body began to normalize, even though down there she was still receiving stimulation that she was sure would not stop until Eland was satisfied.Anne surrendered as El
"On purpose?" Eland asked with a thin grin. He also leaned down slightly to whisper right into the hollow of the woman's neck. Where the long hair was gathered on Anne's left side. Even without words, Eland knew that Anne wanted the right side of her smooth neck to be noticed."No." Anne smiled, biting the tip of her lower lip. She tightened her grip on the edge of the sink as she felt Eland's hands gently squeeze her breasts beneath the silky fabric she wore. What his body was doing made her feel even more, there was a certain friction behind it.It was as if Eland was deliberately teasing her. She could also feel that the man's cock was already protruding there. The repeated rubbing seemed to provide its own stimulation. The man's hand continued to move actively as he found his favorite toy. His tongue, which had yet to leave the recesses of Anne's neck, drove her even crazier."Eland," Anne sighed in anguish. She felt the tip of her nipple being pulled out fr