Can You See What That Woman Does To Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You have to stop me.” Silence. Heavy. Unbearable. “I’m not doing that,” I said. “You have to.” “I said no.” Her expression tightened. Pain. Real pain. “Don’t let me become that,” she whispered. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that!” Her voice cracked. And just like that The control flickered again. The other presence surged forward. Violent. Immediate. Her body went still. Cold. Gone. Too fast. “She’s weakening again,” the woman said.

That’s what you get for takin’ my Tiny Demon. Kickin’ the door, I step into the room and begin movin’ through the house, I can’t see any other men. As I step into a room, I find a woman tied to a radiator. Somethin’ shoved into her mouth. Rippin’ it from her mouth, I untie her. “Where is she? I need her, I need her, I need her!” I scream feelin’ the last of my control slip free.

Every step feels like my body is trying to pull me backward. When I fling the door open, sunlight hits me hard. I blink rapidly, clutching the railing as I descend the steps. My head throbs. My vision flickers again — a stutter, like a glitch — and for a split second, I see… A woman. Standing at the end of the street. Watching. Dark hair. Gray eyes. I blink again. She’s gone. A hallucination? A symptom? Stress? A trick of the light? I don’t know. I don’t know anything.

while I fuck this woman and satisfy my sexual hunger… I couldn't remember the last time I had sex. “Are you even listening to me? You have–” “I can see the hunger in your eyes. Let it consume you and please, devour me.” She wasn't allowing me to speak… she was manipulating me more… “think about Raya.. hold still for Raya.” I thought to myself and closed my eyes so as to shake off the desire the woman had claimed to see in my eyes. But that was a mistake on my part.

“ A woman? ! I thought inside of me. She carries herself like an A-list star entering a premiere with her entourage. Her presence puts me on alert as I back away from the door. The bars may be keeping me in, but they also keep her out. The woman walks over to the tied-up man and smiles radiantly, as if she’s happy to see him. She yanks his head up by his hair. His face is bloodied, and his eyes are swollen shut from what I can only assume was a severe beating. “Where is my money!,” The woman asks softly, she took a glance at me and continue with the other man. The woman fiercely grabs the man’s head and holds it against her chest as if she’s cradling a child. Someone hands her an open switch

Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open when the man flips the woman onto her stomach and starts to spank her. "No." She whispers. "Shhh. Just watch." "No." "Shhhh. Gypsy, please. Trust me." "But." "No, gypsy, just watch." She doesn't respond and looks back to the screen. I can tell she is confused and probably a little scared. But I want her to see this. I need her to. Soon she will see that after care part. "Oh." She says when the man starts to fuck the woman. And she doesn't stop watching. Even when the woman cums hard, squirting all over the man.

He swivels his laptop toward me and presses play. I lean closer, jaw clenching as I watch grainy footage of the said woman’s tiny frame moving across the pavement. No sound. No details. Just distance. “Where did she go after stepping out?” I ask. “She met another woman. But still too far for a clear view. I tried tracing where the other person came from, but she just… vanished. No other cameras caught her.” Virus’s tone drops lower. “My conclusion? That woman might be obsessed with you. She probably knows how much you care about the madam and wants to eliminate her.”

AGNARR. I hear her grunt, her thundering heart, and then the whizz of something travelling fast through the air. I open my eyes and they burn as I yank the woman from my cock and yank her from the waters, using her as a shield. Not because I had no other way to block her throw but because I want her to see the consequences of her actions… The bowl slams into the woman’s head and I smirk internally with victory when she screams out a distraught, “No!”

“You’re not getting near him. Back off.” The woman’s wide eyes scanned the filthy place until they locked on something. A bottle half-sticking out of an old crate. She grabbed it, and in one sharp motion, smashed it against the wall. Jagged glass glinted as she raised it towards me. “You think you can stop me?” she screamed. “This is another chance to feel good about myself! You’re not taking this from me!” I narrowed my eyes and stood my ground. “Drop the bottle.” But she didn’t.

My whole body trembled with rage, and I’m surprised I was able to hold it in even for an hour of rewatching the clip over and over. It’s her. The woman on the same video clip I kept rewatching being stroked by another man is my own f*cking mate. Naked from head to toe, her mouth opens and closes in between moans, her face contorting in pain. I have seen women who liked mixing pain and pleasure in bed. Apparently, she’s one of them.