The torrential downpours splattered all over the city. From the bustling city with abundant foot traffic, the entire area drenched in rain unexpectedly became a soulless place with just the gleaming brilliant lights of street lamps and high buildings. The evening could've been a pleasant one for Hades, but it's now wrecked due to the unexpected rainfall, which got worse as soon as the two arrived at Hades' place.Hades stood by with a glass filled with a bourbon drink in his hand, leaning against his room's life-size tinted glass window, facing the entirety of the city being washed by the rain.It has been a long day for Hades. At this point, he should have been sipping his drink inside Orange Flamingo. He'd also have been half drunk in his alone time blitz, which he used to do practically every night. However, everything seemed to have shifted in the blink of an eye, opposite to what he expected, especially when he met Rebecca."Sir, the maids have attended to the guest. And, at your
About an hour earlier, the maids assigned to attend on Rebecca prepared her a warm bath. They accommodated Rebecca well enough, which made her feel weird because she hadn't been handled like this before."Miss, do you like milk or rose oil?" One of the maids approached Rebecca, holding two bottles of bath essence.Rebecca was unsure which one to choose because she never had such a lavish bath before."Which one is preferable?" She inquired."Milk will give your skin a youthful glow, while rose oil will relieve your anxiety, stress, depression, and discomfort," the maid said immediately.Rebecca was so impressed with the benefits of rose oil that she picked it instead. She hoped that the oil in her bath would wash away all of the agonies and worry she had accumulated over the day."Excuse me, but I can take care of myself from here," she said as the maids surrounded her and attempted to remove her clothing. "I can bathe by myself. Thank you," she added nicely.She wasn't used to being
Hades was about to walk through the door of the guest room that had been left open by the maids, but to his surprise, his two feet came to a complete standstill the moment his gaze fell upon Rebecca.In the eyes of Hades, she was entrancingly beautiful in her silky chemise, which had been tailored to her figure. As a result, Hades was unable to divert his attention away from her prominent curves. He was perplexed by the fact that his inner devil was attempting to fight back on his ability to maintain self-control once more.Seeing her suck each of her fingers, Hades swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. A naughty notion entered his thoughts, prompting him to desire on licking it for her instead. Hades wanted to be the one to lick Rebecca's fingers filled with her own juices, and then save him the best meal that had been kept between her thighs for later.However, he had to take a step back from such obscene thoughts. He doesn't want to take advantage of the fact that Rebec
Rebecca was astounded when she unzipped Hades' trousers and discovered his enormous length, which slapped her in the face. She was so taken aback by how remarkably long it was that her whole hand was not even enough to measure it. In her head, she wondered aloud, 'Will this thing even fit me?'. Little did she know that it was audible enough for Hades to pick up on her words. Her remark made him proud. The sight of his erected ferocious rod, which was now teasingly poking her in the face, made Rebecca nervous. When she pressed her two palms together, the sensation was hard and warm, and she appeared to be thrilled by it as well. She was not sure, though, if the way she moved her hands back and forth was enough to satisfy him at that point. As she raised her eyes to worship him, she attempted to stroke it a little faster than she had previously. Hades was enamored with the view below his waist. Although he had not expected it to happen with a woman like Rebecca, he was content to se
~ Stephenie Coran ~Rebecca was greeted by the stench of rust wafting across the riverbanks, the din of buzzing cars atop the bridge above her, and the filthy children running around with savage words coming out of their mouths as she slowly dragged herself back to her apartment building.“Stephenie?!” Upon noticing his daughter walking into their apartment, her father immediately inquired, "Where the hell have you been?"After catching a whiff of liquor on his breath, Rebecca's eyes squint at him. In spite of the filthy sofa in front of him, it didn't appear to bother her father as he sat on it. With all of the unwashed dishes in the sink, leftover pizza boxes on the table, and a flies-infested trash bin, their home appeared unkempt. In the days following her departure, she could not believe that the trash had not been emptied for several days.Rebecca was apprehensive when she finally arrived home and saw the state of the house. She was still a little weak to move, not to mention ho
“You shouldn't have returned home to that jerk!” Hilda, Stephenie's aunt, drew her brows together as she told her.Afterwards, her aunt drenched a towel and wrapped it around a brick of ice. Her aunt then slapped it against her forehead to relieve the red mark that Stephenie’s father had left on her forehead. Stephenie couldn't keep a low shriek from coming out as Hilda's hand pressed down on the towel too hard. When Hilda was about to remove it, Stephenie immediately took the towel from her aunt and offered to do it on her own instead.Stephenie had no choice but to seek out her father's only sister, her aunt Hilda, after fleeing her abusive father. She lived about two towns away from her father's residence. Her aunt Hilda hadn't communicated with her father in a long time, so Stephenie decided to seek temporary shelter for the time being.“I didn't intend to stay with him,” Stephenie confessed in hushed tones that were barely audible to her aunt. Yet, despite this, her aunt was stil
Stephenie has been in pursuit of her aunt for weeks, hoping to persuade her to provide any information about her mother. But she has been unsuccessful so far though. No matter how hard Stephenie tried to please her aunt, she would always be driven away or refused to open the door.She made the decision to stay with Perry, a childhood acquaintance, for a while until she was able to find a place to live on her own again. Perry, in contrast to his parents, was gracious enough to allow her to stay. His parents secretly despised the fact that Stephenie had been reunited with their son once more, let alone that their son had chosen to let her live with them under the same roof.Every time Perry would leave for work, his parents would ask Stephenie to take care of the hard chores around the house. Stephenie was cool with it be
“Me? Your wife? But how—why me?” Stephenie promptly answered.“Why not? I have loved you ever since we were young. I have always promised myself that I would marry you when we grew older. And now that we’re at the appropriate age, I don’t think there is anything wrong about asking you for marriage?”“I know but your parents—”“My parents are out of this. They can’t stop me from wanting to have you as my wife. Nothing could ever dissuade me from marrying you Steph, unless you don’t want to have me of course.”Perry looked at her with deep affection, and Stephenie's heart was warmed by the very scene. She wasn't pre