The Prisoner of the Devils'

Mysteriously

The sound of door squeals rang out as Skylar entered Starla's room. His eyes immediately watched the wife from toe to head. He can't deny that Starla is really pretty tonight. Ah, not just tonight. Skylar is not hypocritical, Starla is indeed very, very beautiful, she really grew into a seductive woman with all her charms.

Moreover, tonight, the woman dressed so stunningly, the fairies hands deserve thumbs up because it has changed Starla in such a way. Coupled with a long black dress past the ankles, completely attached to her slender body. The same heels. Then the neck that opens to the shoulders, featuring a smooth white neckline. Simple yet still looks luxurious and elegant. And also the chest that is still closed is safe.

The solid object did not look as detailed as it did, because Skylar did not want and would never have the desire to show off his beloved property. He's the only man who knows his form and appearance. No man has the right and can see that but himself. Can't!

"You're ready for it."

Skylar then approached the beautiful woman who had just stood up when he realized her arrival. His one outstretched hand quickly wriggled tightly against the small waist, then jerked him closer to his body. Her lips were abominable when she heard the shocked screeches from Starla. He cupped the woman's cheek with his other hand. His gaze was not at all distracted from the graceful face of his wife.

"Don't repeat what you did if you don't want me to keep you from walking for weeks. If you intend to return to escape, then I will punish you worse than yesterday." Skylar looked at Starla with a sharp and fixed gaze. "And I hope you didn't do anything at the party. Understood?"

God damn's ....

Starla's breathing was held back for a moment as Skylar confirmed the sentence just above her lips.His blood felt violently rustling. Skylar's hard face that lowered down on it further strengthened the threat that had just been uttered, there was no impression of playfulness.

"understand?"

The heavy voice came back, returning his consciousness. "Y—ya ..." replied the woman in a vibrating tone of voice.

Then without warning, Skylar scooped up the lips of Starla's rannum, ********** gently and intensely. His eyes closed enjoying the full soft lip leaves and carrying Starla's hands resting on her chest, then held back the woman's nape and deepened the clump. The sound of wet snaps is not even a problem. The man tightened his grip on Starla's waist when he realized that the woman had still not given him a way.

Starla who got the treatment immediately complied if she did not want to go back to taking risks. He felt the man's warm tongue moving agilely, sweeping across his mouth. Warm and sincere. The woman even involuntarily closed her eyes and replied ****** Skylar.

Both her hands squeezed freely her husband's black tuxedo as the man grew more intense. This was the first time Skylar had kissed her gently and soulfully. Absolutely without lust. I don't know what makes her husband like this.

Has Skylar's heart been broken?

For God's sake! Starla was eager to laugh at herself when she still had time to think about it. After all, why would Skylar have to melt into him? It was obvious that the man hated her half-dead. And the woman certainly realized that the hatred had been firmly attached to Skylar's soul. Even tucked in every breath of the man. Whatever happens, Skylar must have really hated it.

Not long after, Skylar let go of her kiss and ducked down, sticking her nose to Starla's neck. He breathed deeply into the woman's distinctive aroma.

"You are beautiful .. and fragrant" said Skylar on the sidelines of her gentle kiss.

Starla gulped her saliva violently. "S— Skylar, we'll be late."

Skylar regained his senses, then slightly pulled his head, and reluctantly distanced his body from Starla's body which gave off a soothing fragrance.

"You're right. We'll be late if we do it now. I don't want to ruin your makeup tonight either, but take it easy, I'll get it all done after the party ends."

They've just arrived at Skylar's business partner's wedding. A luxurious building room with a typical white wedding feel. Everything is all white, indicating that this feast is really a sacred feast. The invitations also seemed to be high-class people, nothing simple, everything looked luxurious with their own chosen clothes.

Skylar embraces Starla's possessive slender waist. They really look good tonight and almost everyone he meets says it. Making Starla who heard him just a small smile, even desperately wanted to laugh.

Starla circulated a glance around her and observed the people around her. The women are well dressed and luxurious, as well as the men who look neat and classy. Everyone at the party seemed to be enjoying it, unlike her who was extremely dislikeful of being in a place like this and mingling with people she did not know.

Skylar clasped Starla's hand tightly and invited her in, fully aware that the woman next to him looked nervous and frightened. Carrying Starla walked past the guards in front of the wide-open entrance.

"Don't be afraid like that, they know you're my wife so they won't treat you badly" Skylar whispered in Starla's ear.

The warmth that comes from Skylar's hands gives a feeling of comfort and protection. Inner girl Starla laughed while sobbing. Be protected? Really, protected from what? If there is any danger threatening him. It must have come from the owner of this hand. Because he's the single biggest threat in Starla's life. Because he was a depraved man who tormented both physically and inwardly.

At the moment, Skylar is talking to another business partner. As for Starla, don't ask again. He has been moving restlessly since. Too many strange feelings were gnawing at him. Aside from not understanding what Skylar was talking about, he also felt unfamiliar. He really didn't know anyone in that place. Then the gaze of the other women towards her seemed to dislike the fact that Starla was the wife of a Skylar — really made her uncomfortable.

"I want to go to the bathroom" she whispered to Skylar.

He looked up, looking at the husband who seemed to be looking for lies in his eyes with a suspicious look that made Starla grunt violently.

"Just for a second. You can follow me if you have to."

Yeah, Skylar's really gonna do it. The man would even follow Starla down to the ladies' room if he were not acting like a businesswoman at this time.

Goddamnit! Can't that woman hold on any minute?

"Go! In less than ten minutes, you have to come back here" Skylar said as he released his embrace very sincerely, then returned to talk. But the look in his eyes was still faithful looking sharply at the departure of his wife, until the tiny body disappeared at the intersection of the corridor.

Starla walked with a little shock due to her legs that seemed to have been scuffed because of the heels she wore. His head lowered, looking at the damn heels that managed to make him barely able to walk normally. Occasionally hissing when the throbbing of the pain is increasingly felt.

However, a second later, he felt his body being pulled roughly by someone from behind, then dragged him out of nowhere. His shout was stifled as the huge palm smothered his mouth firmly.

"Shut up!"

His eyes widened in fear as the man's voice sounded from above his head. And he knew, it wasn't Skylar his little hands began to move trying to keep the big arm that was perfectly wrapped around the woman's belly.

Oh God! Skylar .. help me!