THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTERS 15. ANGER CAMPAIGN
Verrel's back touched her delicate cheeks, making the girl open her eyes and wake up. “A-You who?” ask the girl to panic. The dark room there was only a little light from outside, making it unable to see clearly the face of the person in front of it.
He was immediately shocked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. A pair of beautiful clear eyeballs belonging to Deandra moved uneasily when he found himself in a room with a man. He could not see the man's face. His eyes narrowed trying to recognize the face of someone in front of him.
Verrel. “I am your Master,” he replied. “And your task now is to serve me well.” Deandra widened her eyes. What did he say? Serving? Who would serve a man like him? But..wait! I feel like I know that voice! What does he mean to serve?
May that man be Mr Verrel? What the hell's going on? Deandra tried to put out the words carefully "Is that you, Mr Verrel?"
"W-what do you mean? Sa-I don't understand.” Deandra's lips twitched, trying to remember. But why is he suddenly here? The last thing he remembered was that he was walking out of the parking lot, after which he remembered nothing more.
As Deandra's mind wandered, Verrel's quick movements pulled the girl into his arms. “Release me! You who dare to hug me like this?” He rebelled. His hand hit the chest of Verrel's muscular and plain field. Of course the punch is nothing, only considered as a massage by the man who is now holding it tightly.
“Do not be noisy stupid girl! Be quiet! You know what your mistake was, huh?” snapped Verrel while staring at Deandra sharply and tightened his hold. “Shut up! You will sigh of ease if you feel my touch!”
Serve me! Oh God? Does he think I'm a-? “Please! Release me!” deandra shouted with all her might trying to escape but in vain. “Master, why are you doing this to me? What's my fault, sir?”
What the fuck? Why is everything like this? Why am I here? Trying to remember what happened before she ended up in this room. The man who was passionate did not care about Deandra's whining. His anger was unstoppable, I don't know what possessed him to behave like that to Deandra.
Without further ado he brought his face closer and kissed Deandra brutally. He pressed the lips as hard as he could so that the owner would be helpless. But he did not expect that the girl would bite his lips.
Plaque!
One hard slap landed on Deandra's cheek as Verrel pushed her into the bed. The man was angry and overstressed Deandra's body which was trying to break away. He locks the movement of Deandra's hands and legs. “How dare you slap me!”
Hiks..hiks.
Her crying broke unstoppably again. "I don't want to, Sir. Please stop it." said Deandra while crying.
“Shut up, damn girl!” snapped Verrel. However, Deandra did not heed the warning. Verrel's hand pulled Deandra's chin grimacing in pain. There were tears coming out from the corner of his eyes that made Verrel stunned. "Don't cry!"
But it didn't last long. Verrel's hand stroked Deandra's cheeks alternately while grinning. Try to be gentle with the girl.
After all, for what reason did he have to fulfill the girl's request, he had already paid a heavy price for the girl's body moreover the girl had already made him very angry and messed up his life today.
“I've paid your body a fortune. So, I'm not just gonna let you go. Or, maybe I'll never let go of you” That speech was accompanied by a scary grin that Deandra had just seen for the first time.
Deandra's heart was throbbing pain and very sore. Did he say that? Why is he so angry? Or maybe….Verrel kissed Deandra. The movement of her hand slowly opened the clothes that the girl was wearing.
The man pressed on even more, urging in to feel another warmth. Verrel growled when Deandra did not open her mouth and did not reply. He gave a small bite on the lip until the owner opened without a sound.
He stuck out his tongue to feel all the flavors it had to offer. Without stopping the movement of his two hands that now go down. Log in to a thin cloth that does not completely cover********Deandra. He let go of his wild kiss, staring at Deandra's face for a moment before getting up and taking a position between the girls legs. “Sial!”
He stopped his activities, his feelings were mixed between anger, annoyance, pity and could not bear to see the girl crying. However, a notoriously cruel and sadistic Verrel will not allow himself to be subdued by the tears of a woman.
“Do not cry. I don't like it,” said Verrel in a soft voice. Verrel stared intently at the crying girl's face, her hands rubbing the falling tears rolling down Deandra's pretty face. "Have stopped your crying."
There was a sense of pain in the heart of the man seeing the girl in front of him crying, he had never felt sorry for anyone all this time, but different from this girl. On the one hand, she hates deandra, that's what she thinks. Isn't the distance between hate and love just as thin as a skin?
Verrel hates the girl who is very stubborn and dissident. Even dares to go out with other men without his knowledge. However, he liked it because it meant he would get something he wanted.
He wants to protect Deandra even though in the wrong way, even the girl is not aware of what Verrel is doing. Deandra hated the man who always did as she pleased. They both hate each other for their own reasons.
With quick movements, he took positions on both legs of Deandra. “Do Not Sir! I beg you, don't do this.” Deandra tried to get up and held down Verrel's hand which was holding both of her legs.
The man's teeth were beating and looking more and more angry, he bit Deandra's lips making the corners of the lips bleed. Deandra felt the pain in her lips, she had difficulty breathing.
He tried to thrash with the remaining energy. However, in vain, fighting a man of large and tall stature was not an easy matter. Especially if the man is shrouded in a fog of burning passion. “No. Please let me go!.” That shout only echoed in his mind. The man who was wildly passionate did not give the slightest pause, he continued to press and demand vengeance.
