When he moved, the woman faintly groaned, “B—baby, ohh.”Top hair was messy and untidy. She virtually has nothing hidden; her back is naked. Her forehead began to perspire. As she enjoyed each stroke of pleasure, her lips parted. She cocked her head to the side and placed it on his shoulder.Laura Monteverde was in complete happiness as Alexander Salvador continued to manipulate her with his skilled hands and lips, starting at her chest.She shivered, aware of how close to her peak she was. “G—god, you’re so fucking good, Alex,” she exclaimed.“And you’re so fucking sweet, baby.”Her spine tingled as she heard his baritone voice.“You always likes my taste when you fuck me,” Erika chuckled.Alex and Erika are classmates. They share a common ending. He was expelled for having terrible blood and being cursed, and Erika was banished because she causes problems. If they have anything in common, it’s that they can relate to each other’s loneliness, though neither of them will admit it.Wea
“Mr. Salvador wanted you to join him for breakfast.” It is one of Romanov’s men, who had greeted Anna earlier that morning.She was groggy. Her eyes are red, and her temples are throbbing for an upcoming headache. Sleep deprived, black bags hang underneath her eyes. The stubborn Anna wanted to refused, but she knew that she can’t live last long, if she do that. If she dies her, her efforts to provoke Romanov and take revenge to the Mason’s would only be futile. Thinking of her mother’s triumphant eyes last night made her blood boil in anger. Just you wait and see. “O—okay, I’ll go.” Anna swallowed her fear. “Follow me.”The man leads all the way, and it was the first time she had allowed herself to see and peer what the Salvador’s are proud of. The floor is made of marbles, and the walls are painted in a royal blue shade, while the ceiling seems crafted by most skilled artist. It held a magnificent view of angels, and a few men on their feet. It looks…beautiful. Anna whispered.
“I detested this clothing, Mom! It’s garish and very bright!” Natasha sighed, a look of displeasure passed by her eyes. She screamed loudly, echoing. Following her constant complaints over the black dress she was wearing, stomping feet started to happen again. Despite her disdain, she was unable to intervene with her mother, who observes her in silence, as the dinner was planned for them by Mrs. Mason herself. She see this opportunity fits, when David alongside with his men followed suit to the ball. “Natasha, please lower your voice!” Her mother snarls, “ If you don’t want to be dragged out of here, keep still. You got it?”“Natasha Mason only rolled her eyes, “As if you can intimidate me with that.”Natasha, however, knew exactly why. Everyone is focused on them. People are whispering and arguing, and she understood why when she saw several of them give them an accusatory gaze. They are still aware of the rumour that her father was wrongfully jailed for having narcotics in his han
“Henry it seems like you are taking a wrong turn.” Eliot speak his mind.He is no fool, and he’s no blind. He wouldn’t pretend as if he did not notice his strange behavior ever since. His eyes glancing back on the mirror to him, and the uncertain flick of his finger as he clutch the wheel. His shoulder is tense. A guilty outlook that he was keeping something from Eliot.“You should have not called me, Sir.” Henry whispered, but it reached Eliot. His voice was shaking as if he was trying to get in control, but he couldn’t. “You should just stay there and never come back, Sir Eliot.”It was easy for Eliot to finally grasp the situation.His hooded eyes darkened, “Who paid you?”He certainly didn’t need to ask. It was obviously Lauren, who cut those closer to Eliot, wrapping her arms around their neck just like what she did to her. He knew her—Lauren was like a venomous snake that would take everything she wanted, coiled on her palms perfectly. Helpless, and submissive.“It’s Madame.” He
After Romanov left, Anna was informed by one of his men to get dressed. Of course, she refused to do so, however her refusal is futile. Two to three women grabbed her by the hands and pinned her down. What was much worst was when they stripped her naked and bath her, before she was wrapped up into a beautiful black dress.But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t traumatising.“Beautiful.” The woman, who seems to be the leader of the girls murmured. She seems awed beyond relief oppose to what Anna was feeling that moment. “It wasn’t that hard, isn’t it?” She added.The reflection on the mirror stared back at her.Anna couldn’t fathom.Is it really her?She looks...different. She’s much more different towards the old Anna. The Anna Mason she saw on the mirror isn’t helpless. Her jawline was highlighted. Her cheeks are high, and her eyes were both glamorous. It’s way more different to the old her. The Anna she knew is simple, on rags, although her family own riches. But Anna Mason on this mansion
It’s unusual, but David and her quietly get along. The middle age man seems fun, he knows a lot of things that Anna finds interesting. “I never knew that you also likes to paint!” She was ecstatic. Not even from her family she could talk like this. She was always wary of them. Both of her father and her mother hated her and Natasha, the only sister she has loathed the fact that she was on that family. Treated like a maid, she had no idea that this moment will come where she would find somebody on this man, whom she can talk freely. David chuckled, “I do. In fact, I have quite a few collections that I kept. I’ll be happy, if you would see them.”“Oh, I would love to—!” Anna was full of glee. Her happiness is overwhelming, only to be reminded that it won’t be long. How can she forgotten? Anna is not here to enjoy, but she was brought her to be a wife, yet how ironic that she was not even introduced to the table that Romanov was invited to joined with. Her heart aches for no apparen
“W—we failed to get her, boss.” SLAM. When David heard those sorry excuse, he became livid. His eyes darkened and his veins pop from his hand and from his neck. He was mad, but more on frustrated. “You stupid fools!” He snarled. “It is just a simple task, yet you cannot even do it?! What I am paying for?!”His voice boomed as his men lowered their head as they should be. Blinded by his anger, he pulled his gun. BANG. A man fell on the floor. He was lifeless. Mathew Mason, who witnessed what happened fell pale. He felt his breathe hitched as he watched David killed a man with ease as if their life does not matter. He gulps the lump that was forming in his throat just by imagining that it could be him, his wife and Natasha, his daughter. Their blood, which would swept the floor as they died. It made him shuddered. Terrified at what this man could be capable of. Remorse flooded his insides. If only he wasn’t greedy enough, but the other part of his head was telling him that he wa
How can another woman same as her be present there? It was unusual that she found herself following the sound where it was coming from. The laugh lead her be to a garden where the roses blooms as it bathed towards the golden array of the sun. When she woke up the next day, Italia was alone. The sun was already shining brightly, and the empty space beside her was cold. The traje de boda was nowhere to be seen, and everything seems to be already neatly arrange as if yesterday were nothing, but all dreams of lust, and repine longing that Gustavio could still be soften by her. She sighs. The double doors of her room opened. “Miss.” It was Tristan, her personal butler. “Mr. Salvador ask me to send you at the dining table.”“Tell him that I wasn’t in the mood—”“It was an order, Miss.”Her fist curled up, and clenched. “An order, huh?”Italia doesn’t like the sound of it, but what can she do? Whose fault was it to be here kissing Gustavio Enriquez Salvador’s ass? Probably hers. “I’m