All Chapters of Twisted Attraction : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Raja positioned himself in front of Tales' ass. Raja grabbed his manhood and pointed it at Tales' hole but he didn't shove it there. He rubbed his tip into Tales' hole which earned a groan. Tales was on the verge of losing his control of his body. He needs to stay still but he feels like he'll really slump at the bed any minute because of too much sensations. Just when Tales least expected it, Raja shoved his manhood, deep and calculative. "Ahh!" Tales' eyes widened and he gasped. His arms gave way so he almost fell on the bed but Raja caught his hips which caused him to push his manhood harder. "Fuck. You're so tight." He said in a low, rough voice. Tales clenched the bedsheets as he tried to look forward. His body shivered at every thrust of Raja. The room was filled with moans and gasps. "This feels like heaven." And he immediately thrust again. But now, it wasn't as hard but the strength was still there. "I feel like I'm gonna cum any minute." Raja said breathlessly and imm

The room was dimly lit and the vague flicker of an overhead bulb emitting long shadows that ripple across the bare walls. A figure stood near the window that overlook the whole city, wearing a suit that screams wealthiness, their outline sharp against the faint glow of the city skyline. They held a sleek black expensive phone to their ear, their voice calm and measured."The Twilight Organization is on the move," came a voice from the other end of the line, slightly warped by static. "They’re rooting out the rats. If we don’t act now, they’ll trace everything back to us. What are your orders?"The figure remained silent, their gaze fixed on the city below. The hush sounds of honking cars and distant conversations can be slightly heard. The man's palm touched the windowsill as they contemplated their response. Finally, they spoke, their tone cold and unyielding as they smirk with such dangerousness."Let them dig," they said, their words stopping the tension like a blade. "They’ll fin

Many luxurious car parked around the grand hotel 'SALAMANCA". Men and women in suits appeared out kf the vehicles, exuding danger and authority. The sound of their shoes and high heels, echoed throughout the the stairs as they strode towards the revolving door. They showed their card to the counter and the personnel immediately assist them in a VIP manner. Unit 1, the assassination team who's leader is Raja stays quiet at the back while their leader is standing near the table. Raja is cold and methodical, with sharp, calculating eyes. He doesn’t waste words, and is dangerously quiet while he analyze everything about the person in the room. His team is trained to kill with precision, and failure is not tolerated. Unit 2 - The infiltration team, Elara wore a red and black sexy low back dress with low neckline. Her red lips smirked a she smoke her cigarettes while tapping his stiletto high heels. Her long black hair flow freely at her back. Elara is ruthless and manipulative. Her sharp

The heavy doors of the hotel swung open as Raja walk out, still gripping Tales’s wrist tightly. Tales staggered behind, yanking his arms everytime he got the chance, struggling to keep up with Raja’s pace, his face twisted in frustration. Claren stood by the black SUV, leaning casually against the driver’s side door, his arms are crossed as he watched the two approach. Michael and Raoul were stationed nearby, their brows furrowed and their eyes doesn't miss any suspicious movements, their postures are alert. “Are we leaving now?” Claren asked, his tone is light but bind with curiosity. “Yes,” Raja snapped, his voice is cold and sharp . He yanked open the passenger door and shoved Tales inside without a second thought. Tales landed awkwardly on the seat, facing Raja outside, he quickly sat as he shot Raja a glare. “You could’ve just told me to get in,” he muttered, rubbing his wrist. "You dimwit." Raja ignored him, slamming the door shut. He turned to Claren, his expression is dark

The once neat living room of Raja's estate became an utter chaos. His trusted men—Claren, Raoul, Michael, and several others—lie down across the floor, unconscious. Empty mugs of coffee and tea were scattered across the tables. Raja stood in the center of the room, his hands immediately clenched into fists, his jaw tight and his temple shows veins when he tried to control his emotions. 'No sign of forced entry. Whoever did this knew their way around.'Raja’s jaw tightened as his pulse quickened. He stand beside Claren, kicking him moderately. “Wake up,” he barked. “What happened here?”Claren groaned faintly but didn’t open his eyes. Raja's mind immediately play different scenarios of what could possibly happened here. When he's focusing on his work, this happened? His men was drugged and incapacitated? Then the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Tales.He turned sharply, his eyes flaring as he strode rapidly toward Tales’ quarters. The room was empty. The sheets were