THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 16. THE HOLINESS THAT IS TAKEN AWAY

Facing a girl who is still holy does take the patience of Verrel Aditya Ceyhan. Usually the man is adored by all women, but this time he has to be patient to lead the girl patiently.  Admittedly the girl was very beautiful, the innocence of her face and her clear eyeballs really captivated Verrel.

Facing this girl a new challenge for Verrel, especially Deandra continued to rebel and not allow him to touch, not to mention the frightened look from the girl's eyes, making Verrel's mood uncertain. Her crying felt like a knife incision, soreness.

Verrel growled, the girl in his cage was still struggling and did not want to open her mouth.  He was eager to enjoy the warmth of the girl.  “Open your mouth, damn girl!” snapped Verrel. What's with this self-destructive girl? Why doesn't he melt with my good looks? Does this girl think she's a respectable person? If she was a good girl, she wouldn't be on my bed right now.  Verrel's mind was a little muddled against the girl in front of him.

Usually, with any woman, all are subject to just looking at her good looks, especially when looking at her black and dazzling eyes.  Moreover, he promised them a lot of money and satisfaction.  No one has ever rejected a Verrel Aditya Ceyha, a handsome CEO, a twisted tyrant and notorious as the sole heir to the Ceyhan Group.

Even not infrequently his business rivals are reluctant to deal with him, because a Verrel is known to be cruel and assertive. He could get everything he wanted, the money and power that the Ceyhan family had was unmatched.

But why did this virgin girl resist and rebel? He even kept trying to avoid? Does this girl think Verrel is inappropriate to touch her? The girl's refusal made Verrel very angry, the blood in his body boiling. He felt humiliated at Deandra's blatant rejection. Verrel Aditya Ceyhan always gets whatever he wants.  Her anger makes Verrel want to teach the girl a lesson to turn herself in. He could not accept this rejection, his pride seemed to be torn apart.

With a nagging look, he locked onto all of Deandra's movements.  He overstretched the girl's body, giving her two choices that did not benefit the girl.  “Choose! Do you want to be tortured before you make love or after?” A sharp look of eyes fell on Deandra, making her freeze. “Or do you want me to return it to your uncle?”i

Bemoan. He can't choose. Since all of them were equally unwanted, it was better for him to shut up. Sick. Never before had Deandra imagined this would happen to her. ‘Why should this happen to me Lord? What is my fault for getting treated like this? The question ran through his mind. He realized that he could not fight the man, he closed his eyes, accepting the fate that would happen to him.

Verrel's emotions were mounting, Deandra never answered. Even with how dare the girl closed her eyes. The man felt humiliated, no woman had ever dared to behave like that to him. A terrible grin full of emotions implied at the corner of Verrel's lips.

The man then turned to press Deandra's neck, until the girl widened her eyes and thrashed. The grip made him unable to speak or beg for forgiveness. “I've given you a choice, but you've wasted time.” Verrel draws his face closer to Deandra and bites her ear slowly but turns brutal.

“Please...stop, Sir!” Deandra screamed but only inwardly. Verrel's lips dropped to Deandra's neck. He toyed around the neck, sucking the smooth white skin wildly while biting with pressure, leaving a stamp of possession all over the girl's neck.

Verrel was furious, making him savage and wild as an impingement on the girl. His passion was getting whackier, but he still wanted to play around with the girl and spill his anger.

Slowly Verrel loosened the grip of his hand on Deandra's neck. The opportunity was used by Deandra to breathe air, his breathing was stingy accompanied by coughing many times, really tormenting him.

'Lord, help me' he softened inwardly trying to neutralize the pounding of his chest that was engulfed in fear. Will I die being tormented by this demon? He's really mean! This man is a demon!

Verrel's black eyes stared intently at Deandra. “You....still want to rebel huh?” asked in a flat and cold voice.

“Remember that. You made the choice. Give your body to me. Is your salary not enough, until you sell your body.ha!” Her hand held the girl's chin, “You're the same as any other woman.”

He already had no choice, this was clearly his stupid mistake of being entangled in the game of the great master. Verrel continued to spice it up until he finally lost something valuable that he had been defending all along.  His chastity was snatched away by the cruel man he had hated so much all this time. Hate, the hate is getting bigger. She cried lamenting over everything that happened, why did Mr Verrel do this to me? Why does he hate me so much?

Dejected with a satisfied smile on Verrel's face, now the girl is intact hers. She felt very angry at Deandra for what she did today. Verrel thought that the girl was doing this on purpose to make him angry. The girl did not even know that all her movements were being watched. However Verrel had no other choice, he did this to tie Deandra up. The man had promised never to let go of Deandra forever.

Deandra tries to get off the bed, but her body is held back by Verrel. “Where are you?”

“Sa---I want to go home, Mr.”

“Cannot. You can only leave after I allow.”

“Master got what you wanted! I want to go home!” deandra cried while crying. The pain in his body and heartache made him bite the hand of Verrel who was holding him.

The fast movement of the burly man's hand turned Deandra's body. Now the two are lying in bed facing each other. His hand locked onto the girl's body, rendering her unable to move.

Deandra's eyes stared intensely full of anger. “What do you want, sir?”

“Why? You don't like following my orders? Why always defy?” ask Verrel.

“I hate you! Hiks...hiks...hiks.”.

The man kissed the top of the head Deandra “Stop crying. I don't like it!”

Without realizing it, deandra closed her head to the man, her cries slowly stopping. Verrel's hand stroked the girl's innocent back, making her feel calm and unknowingly deandra landed a kiss on Verrel's chest.

“Do you admire me now? You're not ashamed? Look you're not even wearing your clothes?”Verrel smiled at the change in attitude of the girl in his arms.