The surroundings remained grey as the subtle rain slowly pattered onto the ground and pooled around Keyller. The breezy wind was strong, making him frozen cold as he knelt on the ground outside Aoife's mansion. He was soaking wet. His T-shirt clung to his muscular body and his hair was ruffled and messy, but his handsome figure was not disturbed by that. He had just finished his mission in Italy with Maverick Morelli when Aoife called asking him to return to Ireland. He didn't have time to go back to Freesha at all and he was worried as fuck! He was worried that Aoife would get Freesha. "What did I tell you, Rafael? Why did you keep defying me again and again?!" Aoife was enraged as she pointed her slender finger at him. In her other hand was a whip, which she slashed heavily against the wet ground. The water splashed and it hit Keyller’s face. There were servants at her side holding an umbrella and the lashing of the whip hit them but they didn't flinch even a little or else they w

Keyller shut his eyes as flames of desire engulfed his mind. He was in a state of pleasure. Forgetting all his anger towards women. Forgetting about the girl he left in the Philippines. All he can think of is the lust that needs to be fulfilled. "Don't think that I will let you off that easy, Rafael." Aoife hit him with the flogger right above his vigorous length. His hips jerked up but Siri held him down while smiling at him innocently, but the greed in her eyes was visible. "Let me cum," Keyller begged again. But Aoife was in her lustful world. He flogged him again. This time it was on his nipples. The stinging pain gave Keyller a sweet and painful sensation. He could feel his cock erecting even harder, his precum spurting. The wetness on his tip gave off a sex scent that Siri took a sniff of before playing it with her tongue. Aoife took a nipple clamp and clipped both of his nipples before passing another vibrator to Siri to use on his perineum. Keyller almost squirted his cum wh

Freesha was bored to death, lying on the bed while browsing her phone looking for something to watch on Netflix, but no shows could capture her attention. She tried contacting Keyller, but that guy had yet to see her message. "Argh… what should I do while waiting?" she complained lazily.Freesha didn't need to wait long to entertain herself when a known and familiar face appeared, but that would be in another minute or so. For now, Freesha was delighted when she received a message from a number telling her that someone would come to pick her up, courtesy of Keyller. She smiled as she prepared herself, delighted to meet Keyller again. "He’s coming back?" She couldn't help but get excited. She may not have realized it, but her heart was already looking forward to seeing Keyller. Freesha was unaware of the upcoming danger, opening the door of the penthouse she was staying in. All she thought was, she could see Keyller soon. With a face painted with a broad smile, Freesha opened the

The hotel room that the Countess was staying in, screamed luxury, and its expansive space was suited for a royal like her. Keyller stepped inside and followed Kresshna, but his heart and mind were in chaos while maintaining a calm face. He couldn't help thinking of Freesha and what Kresshna had said. If Freesha was a part of that auction, she was also there in Ireland, and it was easy for Keyller to save her. But how?"My lady, are we heading off to the auction? Are you not interested in seeing who your father's next toy will be?" Keyller asked as he joined the Countess on the minibar, with his indifferent face.Kresshna turned to look at him interestingly after pouring liquor into a hard glass. "Of course, I am going. I can also pick my own, so why not? Would you like to go with me, my future husband? I don't like to share, but I am generous enough to let you pick if you are interested in one." Keyller twitched the corner of his lips to hide the excited glint in his eyes. He wanted

“What brings you here, Marzonia?” Kit waited for the servant who brought him into the study to leave before he responded.“Madam, I have received reports from the palace of Ulster.” Kit put his hand on his chest and bowed his head as a sign of respect in front of the woman he was talking to. There was a visible excitement in his voice, as if what he was going to say next would excite the madam. “Speak.” The cold and firm voice resounded, but Kit was already used to it. Kit continued bowing as he started his report. “Madam, the young master is back in the palace and it was confirmed that he is going to marry the Countess, arranged by Madam Aoife. This matter is confidential, but our spies planted inside were certain of this news. This humble servant is waiting for your command, madam.”The madam that Kit was speaking to chortled as she took her glass of wine resting on the side table and sipped it with elegance. “Great. Alert our men that there will be a change of plans. Who is in c