Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

My eyes opened slowly, blinking twice.What I saw was the ocean behind the glass wall of the room.The waves were rolling in hard, the trees on the edge swaying rapidly."Good afternoon, Wisa."Tristan’s voice sounded behind me.In the end, he crawled onto my bed. Hugging me from behind all night. Even though I had locked the bedroom door. But because he was the owner, that door could be opened whenever he wanted.I closed my eyes again, taking a deep breath as my hands failed to stop his lips from kissing my cheek."I wanna fuck you badly, you know?" he whispered to me."After that, you'll see my corpse rotting in this room. I’ll make sure of that," I threatened while opening my eyes, witnessing the beauty of the ocean view."Wisa," Tristan’s hands wrapped around my stomach, pulling my body backward, pressing against his. "You're really driving me crazy."Tristan kissed the top of my head. His breath was ragged, lingering for a long time in that position.I turned my back on him an

Tristan’s hand was cold, gripping my wrist. Tight. Tense. Trembling.He pulled me into the emergency stairwell.The steel door slammed shut, the boom echoing just as my gaze slipped away from Amon’s line of sight.That look was cold, piercing, sharp, filled with disappointment.I smiled, satisfied. My heart ached being away from him, but my soul, so incredibly weary, began to burn because of that disappointed look."I swear I won't let you go even if I die today," Tristan said in front of me, descending the winding stairs.Lonely. Dark. Cold."Wisa, please, go with me!"Tristan’s voice was a whisper, yet it echoed in my ears.I didn't answer him. I just ignored it. But I kept walking down the stairs, following him as he hurried along.Where to?Who cares?Whatever.I’m already exhausted from dealing with the world’s desires for me.Tristan stopped moving. He halted right on the landing, on the flat floor between the stairs.His breath was coming in ragged gasps.Unlike me, who used

I averted my gaze from Rayhan, and a second later, my eyes widened as his hand grabbed my chin, yanking my stare back to him.“Are you insane?”I swiped his hand away.My eyes were red, my chest felt like it was heaving.I swallowed my saliva.A chilling sensation pierced my skin.“You look at Amon with such desperation. Ignoring Tristan’s gaze. Strangely, you always look at me with such a hateful stare, Wisa.”Rayhan’s hand wrapped around my waist in a flash.I shoved him away, but his other hand was faster, snatching mine.“Rayhan!” My voice echoed in the enclosed elevator, even though the floor button hadn't been pressed yet. Just the two of us.Rayhan pulled my waist until my back smacked hard against the elevator wall.My other hand tried to pry Rayhan’s hand off, but his other hand grabbed it even faster.Both of my hands were hoisted up, his large palms locking them dead in place.“Are you insane?” The words forced their way through my clenched teeth.“I want to know what it is

It hurt…Both of my lips felt sore. Swollen.Every touch of Amon’s mouth made me wince.After Rayhan bit them, now Amon was sucking on those same wounds.I wiped the saliva off my cheek as best as I could.Amon didn’t stop, even though it had been a while.My breath was ragged.My body was hot inside and out.The cold wind couldn’t take that heat away.The tug on my lower lip, so painful, stopped Amon from his brutal mouth movements.“How’s that feeling?”My knees were shaking. My chest was heaving. My eyes were weary, exhausted.Amon’s question made me spontaneously flash a bitter smile.Amon returned that smile with a mocking grin that showed his straight, white teeth.His hands reached for my waist, lifting me into the air.My legs instinctively locked behind his waist. My arms wrapped around his neck.My chest pressed against his.One of Amon’s hands slipped under my thighs.The other supported my back.Our eyes were closed, staring at each other.“It hurt…” I whispered softly. “I

Amon’s hand curled around my stomach, gripping my waist, pulling my body to sit against his.A blanket wrapped around our bodies, exposed without a single shred of cloth touching our skin.Amon reached for his phone.[Amon Nicholas Sergio To Be Engaged to Alishea Yoliv Russo]The daily news flashed on his phone’s notification.I smiled faintly as I saw the news.“Looks like it’s started, Wisa.” Amon placed the phone on the nightstand, his hand reaching for my face.His face closed in on my lips.His lips pecked there.His breath was hot.He paused there for a long time.Inhaling the scent of my morning breath as if that scent gave peace to his soul.“My heart hurts so much,” I closed my eyes as Amon’s mouth devoured my lips, sucking on them, then giving me a pause to speak. “So this is how they’re going to make me back down?”“Yeah…” Amon kissed my cheek, “The more insecure you feel, the more they’ll pressure you,” Amon straightened his head, his hand gently stroking the hair on my he