บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Attraction : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The infirmary was once again steeped in tension, the air heavy with unresolved conflict. Raja sat upright now, his body trembling from both the lingering pain of his injuries and the storm of emotions raging within him. It seemed like the injury had gotten the best of him, and his fragility made him blurt out his most hidden emotions that he had never imagined letting out unless he were to die. Tales stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his face a mask of indifference.“You weren’t there,” Raja said again, his voice sharp but laced with exhaustion. “You left me all alone. You promised you’d come back.”Tales didn’t flinch by his remarks. His gaze was steady, cold, and void of any remorse. Raja don't know if it's because his body is battered from Father's torture but his chest tightened even more upon seeing Tales eyes."You said that you'd come back. You promised. But you're just like them, you abandoned me."Tales’ jaw tightened, but his face remained impassive. “I did what I had

'Why am I still here?' Tales thought bitterly, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the fire. The warmth should have been comforting, but it felt suffocating, like it was burning away the last of his defenses. He gripped the armrest of his chair, enough to make his knuckles white. 'I should leave. I should have left minutes ago. This isn't right!' He stole a glance at Raja, whose forehead rested against his shoulder. Tales could feel Raja’s uneven breaths, the tremor in his body as if holding himself together was becoming too much. 'This isn’t fair,' Tales thought, anger bubbling beneath his skin. Not at Raja—never at him—but at the universe, at himself. 'Why does he have to speak at me like that? Like I’m the only thing holding him together even though I’m the one who broke him?'The silence was deafening, broken only by the crackle of the fire. Tales clenched his fists, willing himself to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. They were stucked in his throat,

Raja’s grip tightened around him, his mind caught between the agony of knowing and the fury of what had been done. They hurt him. They broke him. And they’re still out there. Freely roaming around!Tales shifted, his fingers still gripping Raja’s shirt like a lifeline. “Raja…” his voice was weak, exhausted. “Shut it.”Raja’s jaw clenched, his breath heavy with barely contained rage. “Tell me their names, Tales,” he demanded, his voice low but seething. “Every single one of them.”Tales hesitated, his throat tightening. “It won’t change anything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Raja leaned forward, his hands gripping the sides of Tales’ face, forcing him to look at him. “It is not over,” he growled. “You think they get to just disappear into the world after what they did to you? After what they took from you?” His voice shook with fury. “No, Tales. It’s not over until they’ve paid for it.”Then, just as Raja opened his mouth to swear vengeance, Tales’ voice cut through the

Tales blushes because he felt really embarrassed. How come in just one thrust, he came? But what's even worse is the shocked look of Raja's face bathing with his cum."Raja, that's —"Raja immediately displayed his playful smirk. He licked the side of his lips with Tales cum. "All it takes is one thrust? How sensitive are you Tales?" He teased. Tales immediately cover his face in embarrassment. He couldn't look at the man infront of him. And what's more worse is the fact that it keeps on licking his load. "Stop licking that!" He squawk. "Why not?" Raja asking with his raised eyebrows. And after sometime chuckled by Tales reaction. "So this is what you taste. I can't say I am a fan but I like the way you taste.""Shut up!" Tales hissed that is almost a whisper. A desperate plea to make Raja stop teasing him. "Make me then."Tales pressed his lips. Why does he keep being playful? But look who's talking — looking at Raja who's drench in sweat is making him even more horny. Without fu

The first thing Tales noticed when he woke up was warmth. A steady, solid body—presence beside him.For a moment, he forgot where he was. Forgot everything that had happened the night before. But then he felt the slow rise and fall of Raja’s chest against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and it all came rushing back.The confessions. The anger. The pain. The decision to move forward.'We did it.' Just the thought of remembering their steamy was enough to make Tales blushed yet he immediately composed himself.Tales blinked at the morning light filtering through the window blinds. He was still wrapped in Raja’s arms, his back pressed against the other man's chest. Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, and Raja’s hand rested loosely against his stomach.His entire body felt sore, but strangely… he didn’t mind. He bit his lower lip and slowly place his hand against Raja's. The feeling of disdain was nowhere to be found. That's strange but just now, he's just relieved.