(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 8
"What the hell you've been bathing for!"
The girl's body in front of the large closet gasped, the piercing cold voice making her stiffen. The grip of the hand on the towel on the chest strengthened, not letting it slip. Cempaka gulped, blood rippled to the crown. His head suddenly throbbed pain, dizziness and a twitching vision.
"You mute? You didn't hear me?!" The subsequent impact further made Cempaka's body wrinkle.
That freely exposed back made Caesar gulp down on his own. Something flowed in his veins, thrashing for the peak of desire. His lips twitched, incessantly salivating.
Damnit damnit!
He cursed inwardly, for the sake of the turmoil of feeling he was tempted.
"What is Master in my room?" tanya Cempaka stammered and was nervous.
Next to her hand pulled the pajamas, squeezing them between her thighs.
"What meda? Of course to earn my right as the master who has bought you!" ketus Caesar added to the fear in Cempaka's heart.
The girl closed her eyes, inhaling a long and deep air suppressing the soul-wracking pain.
"Excuse me, Mister. I-I go to the bathroom first!" He ran and got into the bathroom. Lock it with certainty, while leaning the body on the door leaf.
"Oh, heart! Why is she suddenly in my room?" swearing while massaging the chest that feels narrowed.
"Master? A master who bought a slave?" Cempaka laughed bitterly, "i am just a slave. Who must obey and obey his master." Tears fell down, the pain increasingly trembling his heart.
Caesar did not move out of his place. He smiled smirk, sneering at Cempaka's innocence. Men think all women are the same. Shame at first, crazy at the end.
"Just wear it, I'll take it all off." He folded his hands, then laid himself in bed. Wait for a while, until the drowsiness comes attacking.
Caesar closed his eyes, waiting for Cempaka who was too long in there.
The sound of a key opened, opening Caesar's closed petals. Cempaka walked slowly, standing down beside the bed where the man lay. Caesar glanced, the face of what it was was suddenly heart-pulling. He patted the bed beside him, asking Cempaka to lie there.
Sharp eyes that hit the bead of the interlocutor, making Cempaka unable to argue.
"Sa-I sleep on the couch, sir," Cempaka shuddered.
Caesar stiffened his jaws holding back the suddenly overflowing anger. If it wasn't for the contract to get a child with him, he wouldn't be in that room. Caesar sat up, his gaze unshakeable from the figure of Cempaka who was silent lowered his head.
As quickly as the lightning, Caesar's large hand drew Cempaka's hand, lifted the body and laid it on the bed. Overwhelming him immediately, locking Cempaka's hands over his head.
The roar of the hunting breath collided with the rapid exhale from Cempaka's mouth. Their eyes stared at each other intently, not wanting to give in to one of them.
"You think I'd sleep with you? Just because of that ridiculous agreement, and if it wasn't for wanting a child, I wouldn't have fucked another woman. Now, do your job because I've paid a fortune for an ugly girl like you!" kecam Caesar while glaring towards Cempaka.
The girl's tears fell, her first cry after promising never to cry again. Resignedly. Cempaka silently let the men who have bought it touch every inch of the body.
Like a carcass, Cempaka was silent not resisting. All he did was cry with both hands squeezing each other in the big arm. Both eyes were closed when Caesar's big hand tore off the pajamas he was wearing.
Mother ....
His mind murmured softly and painfully, to whom he asked for help. Being under the confinement of two large and sturdy hands, making Cempaka unable to do anything. He's weak, he's resigned.
Get to the point ....
"ARGHH!"
Cempaka screamed, as the big thing slid into his core.
