The Prisoner of the Devils'

Dinners

"It's over," Bobby's voice sounded satisfied, returning Starla from her reverie.

Starla slightly glanced at the mirror, at first not so interested in the makeup of Bobby—sang kemayu man who was hired by Skylar to dress it. But inevitably the sight of his eyes held back longer there. The skill of the wood man was indeed beyond doubt, the man was always able to juggle it to be different, from a bad duck, to a very beautiful goose.

Her black dress seemed to dangle behind, with simple, but elegant cuts. Her hair was raised upwards, showing off her ears decorated with ruby earrings with gold carvings. Overall, his appearance looked so elegant and classy. Bobby is indeed great can make his appearance change drastically like this.

"Mr Skylar will take you to eat at Luxury." Bobby immediately frowned when he saw Starla seemed ordinary to hear the name of the restaurant. "Hey, it's the five-star and most classy restaurant in the country, there'll be a lot of eyes looking at and judging you, but don't mind them." Bobby continued and this time rolled his eyes flirtatiously. "They'll only be envious because you turned out to be the wife of a wealthy tycoon who was very handsome and most in demand."

The most desirable rich tycoon wife? Unknowingly Starla rolled her eyeballs, perhaps those people were too glared at Skylar's good looks to be blind to all his bad qualities. They don't know what the real nature of Skylar is, it's like a very scary predator.

The door opened and Starla was awakened from her daydream, and it was Jeane who was opening the door. "Are you ready?" asked the middle-aged woman, then looked dazzled by Starla's radiating beauty. "Mr Skylar's already waiting downstairs."

****

Starla's in the delivery room downstairs and Skylar's already standing there. The man gave a glance in praise, but said nothing.

In the car, it was passed in silence. The man apparently intended to maintain silence to the destination. But Starla can't take it anymore, the only weapon she can't fall into Skylar's charm is to constantly fight her.

"Why are you taking me out to dinner?"

Finally Starla broke the silence with her question, which she had been wanting to address.

Skylar turned his head slightly and looked at Starla with a lazy look. "I'm hungry."

Starla snorted exasperatedly at the answer. "You have a lot of cooks in your house."

"I'm gonna have dinner outside, and you ...." Skylar looked at Starla with a look—awas if you dare to refute. "You're my wife, so you have to go with me."

Of course Starla denied and went back to fighting. "But I don't want to be your wife."

"Even though you do not acknowledge it, we have made a promise before the Lord. Ah, and don't forget, you're the wife I sleep with every night."

"Damn it!" Starla cussed, her face reddened at Skylar's vulgar talk. "You are indeed a man—"

"Starla!" Skylar let out his distinctive menacing voice. "Don't challenge me. You know I don't want to argue with you, my mood is bad and I'm sick of all your resistance. So don't try to provoke my patience."

"If you're sick of me you should let me go, or if you need to kill me right away."

“No." Skylar answered quickly, just a split second after Starla had closed her mouth. "Stop, Starla! You're not gonna let me go and it's not time I kill you yet."

"You know why, you know the reason well." Skylar had clearly started to look irritated.

Starla is still trying to challenge. "No, I don't know" Starla replied stubbornly.

Skylar snorted violently. "Because," Skylar's voice slightly growled, and in an instant the man gripped Starla's jaw with his fingers, loud and threatening. "Because I love entering you so much, feeling yours wrap around me in heat, and then hearing you moan for release. Clear?"

Very plainly. And Skylar managed to make Starla speechless. Along the way, they did not say a word.

Damn that guy!

****

Skylar took Starla's hand formally upon entering the restaurant. The head of the restaurant himself greeted them and escorted them both to the prepared table.

Skylar looks familiar to the head of the restaurant, and Starla sees the head of the restaurant a French man with a thick French accent. Sometimes Skylar spoke fluent French and smiled in response to the words of the head of the restaurant.

Gabriella once said that Skylar had lived in France for a long time to attend school there. Perhaps this is why Skylar speaks fluent French, even though it is none of his business. Not wanting to look curious, Starla quickly took her mind off Skylar.

As the head of the restaurant left, Skylar pulled out a chair for Starla and sat down in front of the woman.

"This restaurant belongs to my friend's father in France." Skylar stared at the departure of the head of the restaurant. "Francoise is my friend's father, he chose to stay here after his wife's death and he loves this restaurant just as much as he loves his life."

Starla stared at Skylar. She doesn't want to know anyone, but since Skylar has revealed it, Starla tries to be a good listener, and tries to avoid the man's anger.

A few minutes later, a waiter arrived and Skylar ordered again in fluent French. When the appetizer came, Starla was instantly mesmerized by its look.

Unsolicited, Skylar immediately explains that the food is L'imperial de saumon marine which turns out to be smoked salmon fillets. Accompanied by Creme, citrus citrus cut, and Bread Baggue. The presentation is so beautiful, like a stretch of desert on a plate complete with an exotic atmosphere.

Starla bribed for the first time and sighed, feeling the Creme melt in her mouth and creating a mixed flavor between sweetness and delicious tenderness.

It was not realized that Skylar looked at his expression with a hungry look. Skylar's mood was unusually bad, his unexpressed passion making him incredibly frustrating. She desperately wanted to explode .. inside Starla, her whore's wife.

Skylar orders Chardonnay wine as their dining companion, hoping that Starla will get a little drunk tonight to put out her defense. Skylar is sick of enjoying her with the accompaniment of crying, he wants to enjoy Starla in a state of wanting her too. He could no longer bear the constant use of violence, and their nights were spent with weeping and torment.

But the thought of making love to Starla in the condition of the woman being drunk did not please her at all. He wanted the woman to volunteer, without being pestered with booze and coercion. Skylar wanted the woman to wrap her own thighs around her body, when the bodies of the two were united. That time will come at last. Her dream of getting that woman willingly was bound to come, Skylar only needed to subdue that stubborn woman slowly.