
Freya slowly undid her clothes. Inevitably he had to do as Daryan commanded, after all this was all an absolute mistake he did.
Netra Daryan's eyes were misty, looks of desire flowing from his gaze.
Daryan is just an ordinary man, who will be passionate when faced with this.
However, amazingly he could resist the desire that had been enslaved since.
Now Freya does not wear clothes at all, just ********* the bottom is covered by a thin cloth that can still be exposed by Daryan Jefferson's vision.
So embarrassed, Freya covered the area of her mountain using one of her hands. And the other hand covers the.
Daryan's body was like electrocuted, it turns out Freya's body shape is really beautiful. It was very different from what he had expected when the young woman was wearing clothes.
Huh!
He sighed several times, so as not to do things out of his control.
Unlike Freya, since then she wanted to cry, but she held back so hard that the tears did not come out. He did not want Daryan to consider herself a weak woman.
Freya is demeaning. Daryan's look really disgusted him.
‘Until anytime I'm so upset with this guy, who can't treat humans like humans!’ freya's German.
Daryan raised his chin, he again showed his arrogance.
Heh!
Daryan's lips are angled. ‘I know you're not comfortable like that, but somehow I really like your expression like this!’ Daryan.
“Do you just keep looking at me like that, sir? When did you paint me?”
Daryan approached Freya, she stepped on her feet slowly and so did this beautiful woman. He decided to step back, because he did not want Daryan to touch his body.
“Why did you avoid me, Freya? Are you scared, huh?” daryan's hoarse voice made opium.
“Say you just want to paint me, Sir. However, why did you mende ..”
Not only had he finished speaking, Daryan roughly removed Freya's hairband.
Srreeks!
Suddenly it made Freya's eyes enlarged, now Daryan's body so close. He could even clearly see Daryan's clay muscles which were very seductive.
The girl's long hair was smeared, making the aura of Freya's beauty come out.
Daryan again looked at Freya's face with a misty look.
However, Freya quickly turned her gaze away. The longer Daryan's beautiful bead looked made her feel strange.
‘Why are her eyes so beautiful?’ Freya was very confused in her heart.
‘Newly this time I found a woman who could turn her eyes to me! Really she's really interesting for me toying with!’ this sentence Daryan uttered in his mind.
“Okay well, we start. You sit on the sofa first, I'll take painting equipment.” Daryan headed to the special room that was still inside this spacious room.
However, before Daryan left there was one thing Freya wanted to ask about the artwork.
“Master, I want to ask. If this work is finished and you paint my shape without using clothes, whether this work will you save in private or ..”
“I will show it to the public and I will make art market later!”
His words were sadistic, Freya just understood what this young CEO was thinking. He's even meaner with someone who wants to fuck that woman.
Daryan wanted to humiliate Freya by exposing the shape of this beautiful woman's body.
This man turned his head towards Freya's hand which was still holding her tightly, then saw Freya so sharply.
He looked cold and did not express his face. So flat as a 1000-door refrigerator.
Her lips remained silent without asking Freya anything.
“Can I ask for a request for my punishment, sir? I allow you to paint my body, but it can only be seen with you. Without being shown by the public,” pinta Freya.
This time the beautiful woman was begging.
Inside that flat face was implied peerless happiness.
“I'm so happy to see your expression like this, Freya.” Daryan smiled cunningly.
‘If I hadn't dropped the statue, then none of this would have happened. He was a cruel human being whom I knew other than father! Why do all the men in my life have such a heartless devilish attitude!’ freya shouted without being able to do anything.
I don't know why the teardrops that have been held, at this time Freya can not be weirs anymore.
He was crying with a loud cry.
Daryan who saw that looked puzzled, “Why are you crying, Freya?”
“Who made you cry?” ask Daryan to his contract wife.
“You Sir! You're a man with no heart and no feelings, you make me cry and make me upset! I really hate men like you, Mr Daryan!” freya shouted involuntarily.
“Aren't you the one who agreed to this? Why blame me?!” Daryan flips a snapping to Freya.
Not afraid anymore, the young lady immediately finished her cries and wiped her tears.
He stared cynically and so sharply at Daryan, eagerly he read out and mutilated the body of the man in front of him into pieces.
If he had not seen Kelvin, the student he loved very much Freya would have done so without hesitation.
“Didn't you think a little of my feelings, sir? Just imagine you have a wife and her body can be seen with many other men, do not feel pain, huh?”
Daryan just looked at Freya and then he replied with a stern, “I wouldn't do that to my wife! I'm doing this to you, because you're not my wife, you're just a surrogate woman for a son I care about so much. Do you understand what I say?”
Huh!
Freya can't do anything, if she runs away from here won't be able to either. The care of Daryan's palace is incredible, every corner of the room must have a servant.
‘God, should I accept this suffering?’
“I refuse you to paint my body, Sir! I firmly say my body should not be seen by many, I do not want that!”
Highlight Daryan's eyes changed, he wrinkled his forehead so irritated.
“No, I'll do what's already approved! You can't turn it down unilaterally, remember the statue you can't pay even with ..”
“My purity? If you want my body for you to paint I allow it, but I really don't know how you're so cunning! Just to please you can humiliate someone's self-esteem!”
Daryan paused for a moment before saying something.
“So what do you want now?”
“As far as you are, I just want my body to be seen with you because you are the first man to see me without wearing any clothes!”
Daryan is surprised, Freya's statement again makes it interesting.
‘Do I have to enjoy the narrow hole, Freya?’
Seriate.