Lord Milan’s suite ***
Milan just finished Füçking Gianna, she’s presently wearing her clothes.
Milan put on his boxers, his back is filled with tattoos only his back though , the person who doesn’t seem to have tattoos in their family is Ruben, he is weirdly not a fan of tattoos.
“Gianna, it’s over between us,” Milan said, suddenly.
Gianna stopped packing her hair.
“What do you mean by that?” Gianna questioned.
“I won’t repeat myself, I’ve grown tired of you, I’ve Füçked you to the, extent they your pu$$y bores me now, I’m not interested anymore” Milan shrugged.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“What do you mean by that, it’s been seven years together, this is supposed to be our relationship and you are just calling it off like it’s nothing!!!” Gianna yelled furiously..
He was right when he said he has really Füçked her, they’ve known each other since they were teenagers, he was first, first s*x, first love but he had never felt the same way for her.
She moved to his front, her tears already dropping.
“Really, like seriously, Milan you are breaking up with me!” Gianna yelled in tears.
“Yes I’m breaking up with you because you are only after my money, Gianna, I’m tired of you, get that into your head!” Milan emphasised each word he spoke…
She hit him in his wounded shoulder.
“You are Füçking bastard” Gianna cried and landed a quick but hot slap in his face, his face went sideways and his cheek seemed to burn.
Gianna sneered and went to grab her bag from the dressing table, she stormed out of the room.
Milan smirked and rubbed his slapped cheek.
The only person he’s interested in right now is Beauty and no one else.
*****
Betsy’s suite***
“You are looking Beautiful” the man with the orange eyes said, it seemed like fire burned in his eyes, he doesn’t look human, he’s like a fallen angel,he wore a golden robe that added to his loveliness.
His smooth skin, his well chiselled chin, pink lips,, the full dark eyebrows, his flat cheeks that made his face looked well framed, his blonde curly hair, made him a definition of beauty.
“You are here again,” Betsy smiled at him.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.
“I own you” He muttered, that beautiful scent from his body, he kissed her lips deeply one of their numerous kisses but each time felt like a first time.
“Yes you own me” Betsy muttered in between the kiss.
They suddenly fell on the bed and he quickly raised up her gown, he removed her pant and he inserted his finger to vag!na and she Mõ@ned.
“Hmmm” She Mõ@ned and his finger rotated in her pu$$y.
“Oh god!” Betsy yelped and gripped the soft, woolly sheets.
“He’s not the one Füçking you!” the orange eyed man said and started fín?E?ing her pu$$y.
“Ouch, slowly!” She whimpered, closing her eyes in pleasure.
He inserted two more of his fingers and she seemed weirdly tight in there.
“Ah, Füçk” She screamed and took a handful of her hair.
His finger continued going on and out and a fast pace, her body is almost vibrating, she was on cloud nine right now, when he’s fingers her in, her mouth can’t close when they are out and her lips are about to close, his fingers go back in.
“I’m cvmming” She Mõ@ned, restlessly, her hands dragging up the sheets, her legs shaking involuntarily.
“cvm for me, Bee” He said as he fondly called her.
….
Besty was dragging the sheets in reality, she’s Mõ@ning out and her legs are physically shaking.
“Ash…deeper please” She Mõ@ned and suddenly flung her eyes open.
She gasped loudly and sat up, it was just a dream.
“Oh my goodness!” She gasped breathing heavily.
Besty checked herself and she had truly squirt on her P@ntiës,shes truly feeling like she had s*x just now.
“Why do you keep coming to my dreams?, Who the hell are you?” Betsy muttered like she was going to cry.
She’s been having these dreams since she clocked eighteen, the same man every time.
Nicolas knocked jerking her out of her thoughts..
“Come in” Betsy said and he walked.
“Hi, Nico,” Betsy smiled.
“Hi, Bee” He said and her smile wiped off.
“What did you just call me?” Betsy asked in shock.
“I’m sorry, Mistress” Nicolas, apologised…
“Why did you call me that?!” Betsy yelled. That’s the same name, the strange man calls her.
“You called me Nico and I called you Bee, even if it’s a different pronunciation, it sounds logical” Nicolas defended himself.
“Sorry for snapping at you” She apologised and smiled.
“Do you need anything!?” Nicolas asked.
“No, you may leave” She said and he left the room
Nicolas came outside and pouted.
“What’s wrong with her?” He pouted.
*****
Ivy’s chamber **
“Denzell is dead” Ivy gasped when her spy told her.
“Yes, Mistress ”
“Sh|t!, tell the investigator that I need every information about Beauty” Ivy instructed.
“I want to know everything about that Bîtch” Ivy snarled.
*****
Beauty came out of the Slave’s chamber through the back door in the night , she had insomnia and was still in pain.
She walked to the river and stood there, she remembered their little moments together and was hurt about how he could quickly change and not trust her at all.
Beauty wiped her tears and sniffed. She was about to leave when she saw someone come out of the backdoor. She expected to see one of the slave but to her surprise it was Ruben.
Beauty’s heart started beating fast but this time it was out of fear..
He started coming closer to her and she was shifting backwards,her breaths getting heavier, she’s scared of what he’s going to do to her next..
“Please, not again, I don’t want to,” Beauty said, already crying.
“Don’t hurt me again” Beauty muttered, her tears increasing.
The back of her feet touched the water, she didn’t know whether to jump in. Ruben got to her.
“I didn’t mean to kiss him, he kissed me first, I swear it, please” Beauty sobbed.
His hand stretched towards her, she thought he was going to grab her neck therefore she screamed loudly..
But instead of choking her, he pulled her into a warm hug, sniffing that vanilla scent from her.
Beauty stood still shaking.
He leaned on her and rested his chin on her shoulder..
“I didn’t mean to hurt you” He whispered, his hot breath smothering her neck…
“I’m sorry, doll” Ruben muttered, he’s slightly .
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you” He whispered and Beauty felt drops of liquid flow from her neck to her back.
‘Are those tears? ‘Beauty thought and gasped.
TBC…
