Semua Bab Forbidden Agreements: Bab 261 - Bab 270

"Isn't Froy your nephew, if you still intend to imprison him? And he's also getting married if I'm not mistaken." "Someone needs to teach that boy a lesson while his mother is desperately not showing a firm attitude. His behavior will only get worse." This time Moreau found her stepfather not trying to be quiet, though the man's gray eyes were really just staring straight ahead. "But in the end you always knew that Aunt Gloriya would protect Froy. About the missing meat cleaver being taken away, you also didn't look surprised when my mother discussed the matter with you. I know... because you guessed it." It was a little long—indeed. However, Moreau wouldn't have minded when Abihirt decided to keep quiet. Unconsciously one hand tentatively swept near the back of her stepfather's neck, either admiring the eagle's head there or a sudden desire arose that could barely be contained when she asked another question. "Your tattoo is only this one?" Slightly out of the way. That w

The sound of the bed crashing confirmed that Abihirt had agreed to go back up. It was worth pointing out that those piercing gray eyes never left any detail of Moreau's actions; just as she grasped the edge of the cloth wrapped around her body. "Can you close your eyes for a moment, Abi?" Still hoping there was a certain tolerance when the sight of being naked was not immediately devoured by Abihirt. Moreau wanted a little privacy, even if it would sound ridiculous in the end. "I've seen it all and will see it later too." Abihirt's deep, husky voice was calm, barely implying anything. Moreau knew. She silently swallowed harshly, then immediately turned her back on her stepfather. It was better than blatantly removing one cloth after another at his unreasonable request. Moreau could feel the ends of the hair that reached almost to her hips. It was too long, but Moreau had no interest in cutting it or simply looking for a new style of cut. The secon

"Where are we going?" Moreau raised her voice slightly, but her stepfather's body had already disappeared behind the door. The sudden tension felt like it was scattering and trying to get her lost. Should she acquiesce or stay in the room and Abihirt would come back and say everything she never wanted to hear? It was hard to decide. Really hard to had a good prospect in mind. Nevertheless, Moreau ultimately makes a choice that feels very tricky. She had repeatedly wanted to deny it, but being stranded here was a serious approach. There was no going back... when with Abihirt, their steps seemed to be facing an obsolete achievement. The man had never said that they were coming to the tattoo parlor. This really felt like an introduction. Moreau's attention was never-endingly fixed on the scenery around her. Everything that unfolded clearly to her eyes always seemed interesting. There was a wide variety of sample images displayed in almost every corner of

Having been asked to wait here for some time did not make Moreau flare up with fixation. Indeed, there was no clue as to where Abihirt had gone after they set foot in the palatial mansion and away from Barbara's knowledge; the man had simply escorted her to remain silent in one room so empty. Equipped only with a few familiar tools after they left the tattoo studio. Moreau should underline that she did nothing there. At the very least, getting a tattoo on one of the body parts. They left immediately after Abihirt's business was done. Yeah, when the man's business was done, while not tucked away the information in this place started to show something specific. Moreau did not understand how her stepfather had various tattooing tools complete with disposable materials, and the man still took her to a place just to introduce some things, where Moreau could guess the devices called machines or just needles and ink. At least she was still waiting until Abihirt returned

The tattoo would be done. Following how serious Abihirt was when he was working on something. It was times like these that made Moreau take advantage of the situation to observe Abihirt's face for too long. A little sure the man understood the impact where she started to breathe heavily, whether it was from feeling the touch on the sides of her breasts, perhaps the nipple clamps that were still tightening there, or even... when it was all realized by a half naked body that Moreau didn't have the best ability to adapt to. "Are you okay?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded slow as he let his gray irises stare into her eyes. The man paused for a moment. Perhaps he was done. Moreau did not feel the needle prickling, but rather had to swallow harshly, at least to find the best words after the long silence between them. "Ya. Just a little horny." Not knowing why she suddenly wanted to tell the truth. Hoping it wasn't something wrong and how unexpectedly he