ROMAN PSYCHOLOGY

GLORY

Misya hates herself even more when the sensual touch from Harry can not escape the hormones that rise and excite. His body betrayed him. Misya did not stop sighing, even though she had resigned herself.

"Ukh ... Akh ... ." The moans did not escape out of his mouth. 'What's wrong with me? why am I enjoying it? It's delicious." Feeling sensual when he was conscious really made him float. The overwhelming sense of pleasure really makes him not want to stop from the big truce owned by Harry that is so satisfying.

'He seemed to enjoy it very much, ' Harry's inner self when he saw the reaction of Misya's body wriggling so sexy.

Harry's stamina is tough. He seems never tired of injecting the sensitive area of Misya with the ultimate weapon. In fact, the longer he looked excited.

After 15 minutes, Harry suddenly stopped his actions. However, that does not mean he is satisfied with it. He got up from his place and lifted up Misya's body on the bed. Then, he pulled out a drawer and took out a tie of his.

"The game will not be exciting if we do it in a regular and simple way. We just need something unusual and innovative" Harry said as he pulled the tie from a drawer.

Harry stared at Misya's tired-looking body for a few moments, then he smiled happily. Harry was happy, because the hormone Misya is still a normal woman who is often slept with by him. Then, he approached Misya again. He sat on a mattress and tied both arms of Misya with the tie he had just taken. He tied her up, then tied both arms of Misya to the back of the bed.

Harry made Misya unable to move, because that was his plan. His evil plan is to make Misya only really become a puppet.

Unsatisfied with tying up Missya in such a way, Harry took out a piece of black cloth, then covered Missya's eyes with it. Instantly, Misya began to wake up.

Misya's common sense came back at that very moment. At that time, Misya only realized that her arms were tied and lifted on top of her head with a position lying on the bed.

Misya tried to rebel with all her might. But Harry tied his arm tightly. In fact, Misya could not monitor the situation and atmosphere, because her eyes were covered by a black cloth. At that time, Misya only realized one big secret about Harry. Apparently, Harry has a mental disorder. Mental disorders when having sex with a partner. Namely when the more see their partner tortured, then the sufferer will be more excited to do torture.

"Shoppers, you are an animal! Unhand me! Are you not content to take away my chastity, what else do you want?!!" sentak Misya while trying to rebel with all her might.

"Well, you're a very attractive girl. It's not in vain that I chose you as my contract wife's toy. Do you have a dual personality? Just now that I saw your obedient soul, now your true side appears again. But no problem, I like you like this. That means you're aware of what I'm doing to you" Harry said.

Harry's words made Missya hate him even more. Feelings of hate, disgust, all mixed up in his heart. This time, instead of choosing to die, he chose to take the life of Harry who had taken his holiness.

"I warn you, don't try to touch me! Your filthy body is so unclean! You're just a crazy guy. I suggest you check your condition immediately to the psychiatrist!" cerca Misya with a fury.

Quickly, Harry gripped both shoulders of Misya and held her firmly on the bed. Harry stared at Misya's face with the cruel gaze of the eagle that had prepared to prey on its prey.

Harry looked at the face of Misya whose eyes were covered by the black cloth with a sharp look. Misya's breathing was irregular, because of a sudden violent attack from Harry.

"Take me off! Off!!!" The rebellious soul of Misya cannot be restrained.

"unleashed you? Just dream! Honey, I will never let you go from now on and for the next year. Our marriage contract is not a game for you, but certainly a toy for me. Baby, you're my toy. Since you think I'm dirty, I'll prove how dirty I am!" cetus Harry's.

Harry got up and let go of his grip. However, that does not mean that it is over for Misya.

As others say, letting go is the beginning of an action. That's what Harry is counting on right now.

Harry deliberately releases Misya to make her feel that she has stopped tormenting him. Misya began to sigh with relief, as she assumed Harry had left and let go right then and there.

Misya could not see anything, as her eyes were covered by a black cloth. He thought that Harry had left him in the room. But apparently, Harry was just watching Misya while shaking her waist.

Looking at Misya who considered herself to have left, Harry felt that the level he played this time had increased. Harry smiled half a lip, then removed the shirt from his body.

Harry was bare-chested and showed his muscular athletic body, with torn bread or a checkered stomach. Do not want to miss, the pride does not want to miss the exciting moment to participate in the moment.

Harry approached Misya again and gripped both shoulders firmly. At that very moment, Misya was in contact and tried to rebel from Harry's savage grip.

"You! Unhand me! Release him! Don't touch me!!!" yell Misya.

Misya's rebellion increasingly makes Harry's savage nature thrashed. If Misya was a small, pure white sheep, then Harry was currently a wolf ready to pounce and rip apart the delicate flesh of the sheep.

Harry further strengthened his grip on Missya, with a sly smile that did not escape adorning both of his thin lips. His sharp eye-light was filled with the lustful shakes of lust.

"My dear, the more you try to avoid me, the more I want to restrain you. Seeing you like this is another satisfaction for me. You're the one who wants to see how dirty I am. Don't forget, you asked me to do this" Harry said.

"Crazy basic! It seems, your mentality is really insane. Why don't you consider checking your mind out with a psychiatrist? It's worth it that those women left you!" sentak Misya with a growl.

Misya's words this time made Harry pause for a moment. He began to relax his grip on Missya's body. His eyes began to glaze over, both of his eyebrows throbbing stiffly. Harry was influenced by something.

Why did Misya's words make her like that?

Actually, what happened to him? The words that Misya had just spoken were very influential on her.