บททั้งหมดของ Craving Mr Redd: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 118

Gasps and screams erupted around the restaurant. Mothers shielded their children. Couples clung to each other. When someone reached for their phone, Cordelia’s guard raised his gun in warning.Meanwhile, laughter escaped Carlos’s lips as redness stained them.“So this is how you repay me, John? I’ve fought beside you, side by side.” he sniffled. “I won wars for you, even saved your life.”“Yet you disgust me,” John muttered. “You’re never going to be okay, Carlos. You are sick, and you need help. I thought you were getting better.” he shook his head gently. “But now I know the truth. The monster Fred created in you still lives. I coaxed it out for a little while, and that time has exhausted. It is back, staring at me without remorse for ruining my daughter’s life!”Carlos snickered, his hand clutching the bleeding part of his chest. He stared at John with heavy emotions swirling in his eyes.“Is that what you’ve always seen me as?” Carlos’s voice cracked. “A monster? I thought you saw

Carlos forgot to breathe. The world narrowed to her face, to the small smile on her lips, to the way her fingers were still tangled in his hair. “Kyla,” he called as he straightened and cupped her cheek. “Hey. Remember me?” She nodded. “Of course. I remember you, Mr. Redd.” Relief washed over him.“That’s my girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Welcome back. You did well.” She sniffled, caressing his hands. “How long was I unconscious?” “Two months.” Guilt flashed in her eyes, then happiness. “I heard you every day. This memory of you. It wasn’t mine. I fought it and…” “It’s okay.” Carlos kissed her cheek. “Thank you for coming back.” “And thank you for waiting.” “Always, Wildling. I’m never leaving.” She swallowed, as if wanting to say more. He knew that look, the kind that was afraid to let him leave again. “I love you,” he said without hesitation. Kyla released a breath as if she had been holding it in. Tears dropped from her eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve w

CARLOSHe had never been this nervous in his entire life. Years of fearing nothing, even death, had shaped him. But this woman tearing up in front of him changed everything.After Michael and Chelsea’s wedding, Carlos found himself imagining Kyla in a white gown, beautiful as she walked down the aisle. He caught himself wanting to call her his wife, wanting her to be his legally.So he bought the ring. The diamond ring, whose design he chose himself. It had been sitting in his pocket for a month as he waited for the right time to propose.By his calculation, this day turned out to be perfect. She experienced three wonders. An award, the meteor storm, and his proposal.Tears welled in the eyes of the woman he loved.“Yes, Carlos. Yes!” she cried, letting him slide the ring onto her finger.Carlos straightened, cupped her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, teeth and tongues tangling until they were both breathless.“Is this a dream?” she sniffled, holding his hands.

Kyla’s loud moan shook the wall, mixing with Carlos’s sexy groan.He pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, hard and deep.Kyla felt him everywhere.The sensation hit straight to her skull, driving her dizzy. He didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to. She needed him inside her, like a human needing air.“You did well,” he said, hip rising and slamming back down. “You did well, my sweet little good girl.”Kyla's lips parted, her moan rose as his pace increased. She felt the tightness coiling in her belly. Her body shook.She floated to the sky until the violent snap happened.Catching her breath, Kyla watched as Carlos approached the toys, well set on the large table. His gaze raked over them, and she saw how his gaze shifted to something dangerous and dark.His hands brushed them, one after the other, before pausing at the butt vibrator.His eyes glinted as they found hers again.“You sure wanna do this?” He asked, but Kyla was staring at his hardness. “Eyes up here, baby.”