There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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Before I could say anything, the handsome man held me and stopped moving his hips. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder. His palm gently touches my hair. In this once loud environment, silence reigned. I couldn't tell if he was wounded because of me or angry because of what had occurred to me in such a short space of time. But I needed warmth and comfort right then and there, and it was graciously delivered. I despise him for holding me hostage in this remote location. I despise him because he once attempted to rape me. I despise him for speaking negatively about Mr. Kim. But I can't seem to get enough of him. I thought I was just hoping to be loved by a good man and have a nice married life, but now that I know how insane this man is just to be with me, I'm not sure I need a good man like Edward. Are you going to hurt yourself again, or do you want to enjoy a luxurious existence with Mr. Kim, who adores me? I'm so confused about marriage just thinking about falling in love and trusting a man. Some betrayals break us apart, while others propel us ahead, but always with a stern heart that refuses to receive love. And as for myself, I refuse to take affection or favour from anyone. The prospect of loving or being loved by someone frightens me. Pure love is bound to hurt, but we can't let it hurt any longer. I am not the same person I was 10 months ago. Things have changed, and so has my body. I have terrible scars and severe slashes on my delicate physique, giving me the appearance of a warrior. Every day, I am terrified by psychological trauma.
"You know, we all have a breaking point in our lives, and I believe this is yours. You've come so far, my dear one, and I admire you, but I don't want you to lose yourself in this healing process. I was harsh to you, but now I understand how upsetting it is to observe someone lose their mind. You don't need Edward; he was an idiot anyway. Allow me to assist you in healing from the trauma you are experiencing. Allow me to be that ray of hope that illuminates your perilous journey. Allow me to guide you, my darling." That deep voice carried a sense of assurance. The mobster was able to console me in some way, which made me grin.
"I'm a shattered soul. Kookie, you can't fix me now, not after I've lost everything that held me together. The love of my life cheated on me, my body was assaulted, and my sole chance, Mr. Kim, is also out of my league. I think I'm a cause for concern because everything I touch or hold dear to me evaporates into thin air. I'm an awful portent. The town's black cat." You uttered this while giggling uncontrollably.
The room was now deafeningly quiet. Only your two breathing sounds resonated. The gangster did not say anything but abruptly carried you, marching towards the red room the entire time you were blabbering anything. The lad returned after a short walk.
The silent boy stops a little distance past the hallway and opens the door by turning the doorknob. The enclosed space was filled with the scent of sandalwood and rose petals. The lights were quickly turned on, brightening the red room's illumination. Without saying a word, he quickly led you to the bed and placed your body on the plush mattress before turning around. He now moves in the direction of the door and silently closes it. You didn't understand why you were being treated so silently. Soon after, he grabbed something from the wardrobe and moved towards your sleeping form. His grim attitude suddenly makes you nervous. You questioned why he was behaving so distant.
