All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

5:00 AM. Caged in the death row cell of the palace dungeon with no sign of life, Mort was just staring at the wall. His emerald-green eyes gleamed, mysteriously cold but beautiful. Unmoved, with a calm demeanor, face devoid of any signs of emotion and mind completely blank though a part of his heart ached every time Sumire's face entered his blank mind. He wanted to talk to the maiden during his last moments. He wanted to see and hug her for the last time.His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a frown. Mort sighed heavily. Trying to get rid of the maiden out of his mind, the image of her crying. Eyes closed, he thought of going back to his dark past that he had buried in the bottom of his mind for a long time.Even before Mort was born, his future is already decided. His path is set and everyone in the Underground world expects him to be the next leader, an heir of the most powerful clan in the world, the Aslanov. Many mafia clans tried to dispos

2 months later...Sumire went to Aimer Country, a place far away from Brethren City and even North Le Frère, alone. She wants to stay away from the people who know her. She wanted to breathe freely and heal herself. Sadness can be expressed in a thousand different ways. The death of Mort left a mark on her psyche. Every time she remembers him it brought her to tears. Though she doesn't want to forget him, the maiden just wants to relieve herself from the pain and sadness she feels which torments her every single day. She had a hard time convincing her parents to leave the Brethren alone. Chaise and Lunaire were delighted after knowing their daughter was enceinte and they would soon be grandparents. They are protective and take care of her, especially Chaise who prepares the room and baby crib for her unborn grandkid. The couple insisted on accompanying her due to her pregnancy but later gave in and respected her decision. Sumire has been living her life in Aimer for two months now and

Sumire angled her head to the side, frowning, and slowly looked at herself. Her pupils dilated, and the blood runs up to her face when she saw herself naked. Her face blushed hard when she saw the hickeys on her body and between her thighs doubled in number. Mort placed himself on top of her, dominating her and spreading her legs. Her face twitched when the streak of pain crawled on her waist. Legs and hips were completely numb.He reached for her lips and gently kissed her. His lips teasingly traveled on her jaw, to her delicate neck, and nibbled in there. His kisses cruised down on her well-rounded bosom and gave them equal attention. Mort moves to her exposed flat belly and planted gentle kisses in there. Her soft tummy accentuated the flare of her round hips. She's the kind of pregnant who's baby bump still invisible even in her first trimester."Hello, little peanut. Daddy is excited to see you. Be good in there and don't be harsh on your mommy. Understood?" Mort said in a stern

The sun peeped through a window illuminating the room in its pearly glow. The whisper of a soft breeze is heard, dancing the bedroom curtains. Sumire woke up in the late morning around noon the next day with a lovely smile on her face. She looks hot with her messy hair scattered on the white bed. Her face shone as radiant as the sun. Mort was no longer by her side but Sumire didn't feel any fear in her chest. She knew he wouldn't leave her ever again. Sumire rolled on the other side of the bed, sniffing the scent Mort left on the pillows. She buried herself in the cottony white pillow as the erotic scene flashed in her mind. Sumire let out a squeal with reddened cheeks.Rose from the bed, the maiden stretches her body and feels fresh. She is neatly clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt, and the bed has been freshly changed with bedsheets. For some reason, the pain in her body disappeared, but Mort's love bites left a mark all over her body which made her blush. 'It was hot and messy.'

Engulfed with sorrow and sadness, Sumire embraced Blanche while they are boarded inside the chopper. She could feel her chest tighten as she immediately regretted running away from Mort. The maiden felt half of herself left behind. They arrived at Chadwick's manor in Francois, but Sumire remain silent. Blanche guided her out of the chopper as they sauntered inside. She misses Mort badly, his warmth and embrace. They were just in each other's arms last night but now they have separated again. The maiden felt that fate was playing with them. Her heart wishes that all hindrances in their relationship will be over. Hopefully, all the problems related to the world Mort grew up in will be over. She would rather wish that world he grew up with didn't exist anymore. It never occurred to her mind to give up her relationship with Mort and she never thought of ending everything they had. Even though sometimes she feels exhausted by what is happening, she continues to fight for the two of them