The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 24 ~ Shackling and Tying You

"Lalme," his mind again with a heart rumbled.

It was stupid that he could forget that unique birthmark. His grip on the whip loosened, he just threw the tool on the floor.

Move quickly to grab the frail body that was hugging the other man. A sudden movement that made everyone there round his eyes.

"What are you doing? Unhand me!" pekik Ayla thrashed. He did not accept being hugged by that empty-hearted man.

But the man's shackles were so tight, it even made his embrace of Genio slip away. In the next second, his body felt dragged up. Marvel smiled when he saw the scar on the back of the girl's right earlobe.

"What are you doing wedge, let me go! Genio was still lying helplessly there," he shouted trying to resist.

"Are we not like we're live streaming?" enzo said while smiling witfully.

Pedic scale. "It looks interesting."

While Morgan remained on his cold aura. Absolutely not affected or have the desire to chimed in the words of the friend.

Ayla thrashed, moving her original legs but still could the man deny. His eyes dodged as he looked at the bandage on the man's arm, without a second thought, his free-moving hand quickly punched the wound.

"Argh, you!" furious Marvel, reflex also loosened a little shackle his hand so that the girl could escape.

"Genio, hang on!" ayla said full of worry, shed her tears. His gaze turned to the female doctor who was standing like a statue there, his eyes looked so frightened.

"You're a doctor, right? How can you let someone die in front of your eyes? Hurry up and save him!" he shouted again before the tiny body was again shackled by the cruel master.

"You doctor, remember your oath!"

The doctor was moved, his legs began to step with certainty.

"Once you save her life, your life will be gone" Marvel threatened to make her move back to a standstill.

"You bastard, let go of me! Akhh, release!" Tears increasingly profusely wet both cheeks smooth Ayla.

Marvel tightened the winding of both of his hands. Makes Ayla's body completely stick to the man's field chest.

"She'll be safe if you follow my orders, dear," she whispered sensually, warm breath deliberately blowing into Ayla's neck until the girl shuddered.

"Bag, I'm not going to obey you!"

Marvel coded Kendrick.

Bugh.

"Argh."

"Gen."

"Akh."

Ayla closed her eyes, permeating all the hate on the man who was hugging her at this moment. But even the servants who saw could not do much. Although Genio is good, but their own lives are more important.

"It's a good thing that Alya is stupid that I have brackets in his room," the inner Agya who felt that if his sister was present then it would make trouble.

Bugh, bugh.

"Genn, let me go! Arghh. Unleash it!" Ayla screamed, what a whimper the girl screamed. His tears were falling like a flowing river.

"I will obey you, release and save his life, I beg you." Surrender, the girl finally gave up. He couldn't let the man who filled his bleak days here just die.

"You sure?"

Ayla nodded, her body limp from yelling too much.

"Ja-ngan tu-rut-ti di-a Ay-la," Genio said with great difficulty, the man's consciousness was almost gone.

"Your first job is to be my whole wife, can you?" whispered Marvel again.

Deg.

Ayla tightly clenched her two hands, her mind completely muddled. Seeing his wife's doubts, Marvel again gave the code and Kendrick was ready to throw his kick.

"Stop! Yeah, I-I'll do everything you want."

"All right, sweetie."

"Take them off, let the doctor do his job! Get Austin here, too."

Instantly the situation was again conducive and the female doctor immediately approached Genio who was still lying on the floor. Seeing his condition alone, he was already shuddering in horror. He gave first aid and asked some bodyguards to help him take Genio to a nearby hospital.

"Where are you? Hem?" ask Marvel after feeling the movement of the wife who wants to break away.

"I want to see Genio."

Ayla jerks. "W-what's the matter tonight?"

Marvel raised his eyebrows. "You think?"

"I-i .... Akh."

Without waiting for his answer, Marvel pulled him into the elevator. Now the living room has only three Marvel friends and a few bodyguards left.

"It looks like we'll soon have a nephew" said Enzo, who was more absurd than the others.

"And we just left it alone" Atlas replied as he leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Why don't we just seek pleasure? I saw the pretty-beautiful waitress Lio. Especially the twins," Enzo said again while chuckling.

"Don't be crazy! You want his father killed?"

"Haha. He won't kill me." Enzo's laughter echoed, while Morgan rolled his eyes lazily. The cold man preferred to get up and look for a room to rest in.

"Woi, where are you going?" Enzo yells, but not Morgan gubris.

"Look, it looks like he really wants to find the twins."

Atlas mentoyor the forehead of his snarling friend. "What would happen to the world if he really fell for a girl?" chirp Atlas, Enzo's unexpected reaction.

"Eitherway. I think that girl's gonna be unlucky." Both giggle.

...

"Sir, slow down!" ayla protested because the man pulled her tight, not to mention that her back felt sore from being whipped earlier.

Marvel flinched, the man's ears were deaf and now he was busy letting the scanner recognize him.

Criet.

The bedroom door opens and Marvel instantly pulls Ayla in. Now Ayla is floundering, tears are unceasingly shed from the two beautiful brown neutrals.

"If you can't I won't force it either" Marvel said, taking off his shirt buttons.

Ayla's eyes twinkled. "really?"

"Of course, I'd just have to ask the doctor to stop doing his job."

Ayla closed her eyes, both palms clenched tightly until her knuckles turned white.

Marvel took his phone and typed something and then placed the flat object in his ear. "Hello, Erin's doctor."

"Don't, I-I'm ready." Ayla held the man's hand. Hands that still wear leather gloves.

Marvel paused, looking at Ayla's two hands clutching her left palm.

"Sorry." Ayla took off the handle, Marvel didn't react much. The man put the phone back on the nightstand, took off both of his gloves and then looked back at the girl before him. The girl who turned out to be the heart.

Seeing Ayla's fear made Marvel chuckle a little. But not necessarily to make his intention. Instead he increasingly wanted to create shackles on this girl. The more you want to own and bind it.

Without stalling the man pulled the girl's body. Continuing until the two were no longer apart, he could clearly see both beautiful brown eyes that continued to shed tears.

He kissed both eyes softly. Looking back at Ayla who was still frightened, her hand was raised to gently rub the corner of the lips that were injured by her slap then brought her face closer and felt those sweet pink lips. Soft, so soft that Ayla almost fell asleep if only the man did not push her until they both fell on her king-size bed.

Back Marvel attacked, this time deeper and demanding. His hands did not stay still, pulling one by one the buttons of sleeping pajamas Ayla wore. The girl moved against her will, wanting to push her husband's hand but ended up holding both hands over her head.

"Lord. My stage hurts," said Ayla trying to find an excuse, really if there was a chance she would kill this vile man.

"You'll soon forget the pain, baby, there's a sense of pleasure that can even make you forget the world."

Ayla shuddered, tears continuing to flow without being asked.

"Argh," Ayla screamed as she felt something penetrate her defenses.

Marvel paused for a moment, looked at my face underneath then pulled both corners of his lips. "Congratulations, La. I was the first man for you. You are also the first woman for me."

That night the two fell into one, although Marvel treated him very gently but not immediately Ayla took it for granted. His aching heart would not be as easily healed as the wounds on his back that would probably dry up in the next week.

"I hate you, Marvelio Prado," Ayla's inner self with such a thick look of anger.

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Tbc.

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