Craving Mr Redd のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

CARLOSCarlos’s eyes are wide, his vision clouded like a storm, and the adrenaline rushes through his system, flooding it with fire that makes every one of his muscles tense.“You. Did. What?” He bit out, each word made his jaw tighten.“I… didn't… mean to,” Jayden struggled to say. “Why do… you care… anyway?”That undid his restraint. Carlos's fist slammed onto Jayden's stomach; his roar of pain echoed. “What the fuck!" He cried out. "I didn't actually r@pe her. It was one thrust. Each attempt I had one thrust before she started acting strange…”He hadn’t completed his word when Carlos dragged him up again and slammed another punch on the same area. Jayden felt something crack and spat out blood, and this time tried to fight back by throwing a fist. Carlos grabbed the hand effortlessly, twisted, and broke the bone before throwing Jayden across the room like a rag doll. His back hit the table, and he landed face-first on the floor.Carlos approached him again, stepping slowly and

Carlos’s eyes fluttered open in the room, the light so bright he squinted to adjust.Panic and confusion shot through him. Taking in the surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital and wearing a hospital gown.Luckily his glasses were nearby. He put them on and pushed them up the bridge of his nose.A sigh left his lips as his nerves eased, but it only lasted a second before memories slammed in.Kyla.His head jerked up. The monitor beeped beside him and the sight on his arm made his eyes go wide.A needle stuck in his skin with a drip bag hanging above.“The fuck,” he groaned, yanking it out and swinging his legs over the bed to find Kyla, but the door opened just in time.Kyla stepped in with a tray of covered meals. Her eyes widened when she saw him.“Carlos.” She dropped the tray on the nearby table and slammed into him for a hug.He froze, brows creasing. Shouldn’t their positions be reversed?“Kyla. You okay?” he asked, worried, his hand resting on her shoulder.“I’m fine.” S

The hall was lively with chatters from different people, all exquisitely dressed. The scent of wine, salivating meals, and expensive colognes filled the air. Waitresses weaved their way. But not everyone matched the mood.Chelsea gripped a sheet tightly, her fingers trembling as she stared at her reflection in the restroom mirror.“Stay calm. Stay calm. Mom is happy,” she whispered, shutting her eyes and inhaling deeply. “Mom is happy.”She pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, and lowered the flame to the edge of the paper. The faint red glow reflected against her face. After tossing the burning sheet into the wastebin, she reapplied her makeup and plastered on a smile before stepping back into the hall.Her mother spotted her almost immediately.“I feel so nervous,” Helen whispered, looping her arm around Chelsea’s.“It’s okay to be,” Chelsea replied softly. “This is your night, Mom.”“I just can’t believe this is happening,” Helen said, eyes glistening. “After everything... we’re f

He thrust in. Hard. Deep and once. Kyla screamed at the sudden stretch. His hand held hers above, keeping her in place.“Fuck!!”“It's alright.” He kissed the corner of her lips. “Just a little while. You pûssy need to recognize its master.”After her tensed body eased. Pleasure slick through pain. She was too full. He slid out almost completely and thrust back in. Repeating the same motion. She moans, watching his strong hip rise and fall from below. She jolt at every thrust. Lips parted. Eyes watered. Her breast bounced against his wet, warm mouth.He straightened, holding his legs against his shoulder. Hands on her neck.“Say it, Wildling,” he groaned, twisting his hip.“You!! Oh Goddess. You feel so good.”“And you look so damn gorgeous being fûcked.”“Thank you, sir.”He spanked her ass from below; a cry left her lips. At the moment, she doesn’t care if anyone hears her. She wants to be his little good girl tonight. His pace hardened; her toes curled as he slammed against her

It's evening. Wedding cancelled. And after all the heartbreaking dramas and cries, Kyla was in the hospital with Chelsea.Chelsea had cried nonstop and was now sleeping, her head resting on Kyla's shoulder. Helen had sustained several injuries from the fall.Soon the operation door slid open, and as if never asleep, Chelsea rose quickly. Voice shaky.“How is she?” “She's out of the critical state. All stitches have been done, and all she needs is rest.” They both exhaled in relief. “What about the baby?” Chelsea asked.The doctor's hesitation was enough answer. Chelsea took a step back with wide eyes, but Kyla held her from behind.Helen was transferred to a private ward. Chelsea sat beside her unconscious mother, face damp with dry tears.Kyla was quiet. Hands locked. She couldn't really find any possible words of consolation at the moment. What can she even say? That things would go back to normal? “I'm sorry, Mom.” Chelsea sniffled. “It is all my fault.”“Chels,” Kyla lowered