"To control my inner demons, I need to hurt you. I want to kiss you till your lips bleed from my kisses. I really desire you while you're clumsy and stubborn. I'd like to feel you attain your orgasm a dozen times, but only if I give you permission. I want you to be frantic to see me. I want complete dominance over you, and I want to hear your anguish screams in my ears like a Melody till my inner demons are tamed and my beast can rest in its claws." As he gazes into her eyes, he takes a big breath and swallows. "Every day, I want you to be on my bed, yearning for my touch. I want you to be compelled by my presence, my touch, and my beast. As I continue to pound you, I want to watch you cry beneath me." He gives a sarcastic smile.
Miranda could feel her stomach doing a backflip. He had a strange desire for her, but it was obviously dark and romantic. This strange but naughty man desired
Miranda slowly opened her eyes as the sun crept in through the window. She moved her gaze to the clock on the table next to the bed, which read ten o'clock in the morning, which seemed odd. What happened to her?! Why did her body feel so heavy and achy? Her eyes were still dizzy. Miranda's body feels as if it's been shattered. She feels a heavyweight crushing against her and imagines herself being crushed beneath a giant truck; her head was also beating heavily. When she regained consciousness, she realized it was a male. She gasps but can't seem to find enough oxygen to breathe, and she remembers Andrew torturing her till she screamed her eyes out the night before. She notices that the handcuffs and blindfolds have been removed, but her legs are still flatly bound on the bed, and the jerk inside her is still asleep." What a pervert!" exclaims Miranda. As everything went dark, she groa
Miranda slowly rises, but she is stopped by Andrew's voice; he is walking towards her, conversing with the businessmen; she turns her head back to the direction where she saw the odd man, but he is no longer there. Why did he bolt when he spotted Andrew approaching?!Andrew approached the table by himself and drew her into his arms. She could detect the scent of tobacco on his skin and wondered where he had gone with those men. Her gaze was still drawn elsewhere as she scanned the restaurant for that weird man."Are you on the lookout for something?" He inquired, his mouth at her earlobe's side."Nothing significant. I'm just loving the restaurant's aesthetics." She pretended to smile.His em
Miranda observed the same black van parked a few blocks away from their automobiles as they went out of the restaurant. Why has this van been following them, particularly her? She hopes Andrew is aware of the situation. Or she considered informing him but decided against it because he does not appear to be in the mood to speak with her after the recent delicate episode between them. Miranda sat in her car, staring out the window on the busy streets. Andrew couldn't shake the idea that he felt something in his heart for her. This wasn't part of the plan, she was supposed to be the tool to pleasure himself. His eyes were drawn to her physique; she was attractive, but she doesn't have a big butt. Fuck! He had slept with a number of women, all of them had large butts, but he had no romantic feelings for any of them. Why is he s
Andrew opened his eyes and stared at Miranda in surprise as the main page appeared on the screen. Was this the game she intended to play?He was on the verge of facepalming. But it wasn't her fault if this was the only video game on the television. He couldn't believe he was about to play such a role. He felt compelled to leave, but when he saw her joy, he groaned and leaned on the sofa, accepting his fate and convincing himself to deal with this predicament for the time being.Miranda, on the other hand, was ecstatic to get her hands on the video game." Andrew, the game is about to begin, so be ready!" The game began after she exclaimed. Miranda, who had never played a video game before, practiced using the arrow buttons on the joystick to control her character
" She's my tramp father, and no one except me is allowed to call her a tramp since she'll be my future wife in two days. " Miranda and Gerald were taken aback by Andrew's declaration. Damien remained seated as he watched the action with bated breath." I wouldn't let you marry her unless I personally killed you." Gerald leapt from his seat, his face as enraged as before."Seriously, kill me! Similar to what you did to my mother." Andrew retorted, his face red with rage. Miranda looked at Andrew, surprised because this was the first time she'd heard any of the brothers talk about their mother since she'd been at the house, but Andrew unexpectedly brought it up after Gerald threatened to kill his son if he married Miranda. Is it possible that their mother is no longer alive?
" What gives you the impression that I'm wrong?! " Andrew got a little closer to her. Her soul was bored by his piercing brown eyes. She was nervous once more, but this time not because she was afraid of him. As she glanced at his face, she could feel the heat between her legs. He kept looking at her body while smirking, she observed."Hmm... Isn't it wrong to disagree with someone like me?!" Andrew inquired of Miranda, observing her flushed cheeks.'She's so darn cute,' he thought.She yearned for him. And she couldn't deny it: she'd always desired his touch. She wasn't used to being drawn to a man in this way; it was the first time she'd felt her body drawn to a man in this way. He had been her first and she was certain he would be her last. He had a frightening, dark, and
The sky remained a little black. Miranda blinked and glanced at the ceiling when she awoke. She recalled being licked by Andrew till she passed out. She fell asleep after another round of climax because she was so fatigued. What happened to Andrew?!She peered around the room, but he didn't appear to be present. She wondered aloud, 'Was he downstairs?!' What time was it now?!Miranda slid out of bed, her huge eyes widening as she glanced at the wall clock. It was already morning? So, how long did she sleep? Miranda swiftly got out of bed and changed out of her pajamas after facepalming herself.Who has dressed her in her pyjamas?! She has no recollection of putting on any clothes after falling asleep. Andrew might have been the one to put her pyjamas on for her. After changi
" Where is your mother, and why do you say you miss her?! " She inquired, and he remained silent for a few moments, staring at her. She knew he didn't want to talk about it, and she suspected it was something he didn't want to remember. Miranda suspected that something had happened to his mother to cause him to remain silent." You can just say you don't want to talk about it," she says. She gave him reassurance."Yes, I agree. I don't want to discuss it for now." He muttered something and looked at her."Is it true that you all have the same mother?! Damien, I was referring to you, and..." He cut her off in the middle of her sentence." Yes, my brothers and I have the same mother." He responded.