Deep love: insatiable lover

“It’s despicable, it’s too despicable!”

Although she wanted to resist, her body’s most primal reactions could not deceive. Her body soon adapted to his presence and even began to seduce him on its own.

Dylan smiled with confidence and pride as he looked at Vanessa, smugly.

-Honey, did you feel it? You need me so much.

-Shut up.

Vanessa screamed in rage and glared at Dylan. He was too strong for her to fight and resist.

His longing betrayed his heart.

-Do you love me?

Dylan deliberately seduced her, deliberately asked her, knowing full well what she wanted but not giving it to her.

-Do it or don’t do it!

She gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely.

-That won’t do, I don’t like to force, let alone make you suffer, baby.

Heh, if she really didn’t like to force, what had just happened wouldn’t have happened. She’d seen what it meant to say stupid things with intent, and the way Dylan was acting now was the best explanation.

Vanessa just closed her eyes.

He could not resist the change in his body, so be it.

She had nothing to lose, after all, it was her body that needed Dylan, she just had to use Dylan as a tool, Vanessa hypnotised herself.

-Honey, you can’t do that. Right now, the initiative is in my hands.

Dylan grinned mischievously as he deliberately teased her vulnerable body with the tip of his tongue, increasing the desire inside her.

It was simply the most abominable torture.

-Dylan!

-Say you need me.

-Don’t even think about it.

Vanessa gritted her teeth and refused. If he wouldn’t move, she could do it herself, Vanessa thought, pushing Dylan hard and getting on top of him.

-Dylan, the initiative is in my hands now.

-I’m glad.

Dylan didn’t mind the change to a female-on-male position, in fact he was fine with it.

Because it allowed him to better appreciate the breathtaking scenery in front of him.

Vanessa gritted her teeth, she could never fight this vile and brazen man. She simply stopped talking and leaned into his lap, concentrating on her movements.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do it yourself and feed yourself.”

It was a good line indeed, but Vanessa got tired of it after a while.

The legs were so sore that they no longer felt like their own.

He no longer had the strength to move, but the longing inside him had not diminished at all.

Dylan, however, watched her with good humour, admiring her desperate efforts.

Those beautiful eyes, watery, that little face full of pleasure and pain, those lips so red you wanted to hold them… it all fascinated Dylan.

-Tired?

Damn bastard, I knew I shouldn’t have asked that.

Vanessa looked at Dylan so viciously that she couldn’t stand it and just bit him hard.

An eye for an eye.

-Je.

Dylan laughed softly, his handsome face sniffed compulsively, he seemed to be amused and laughed heartily, the angrier Vanessa got, the more he laughed.

-Baby, you’re so cute.

Dylan suddenly stirred and changed his position instantly.

She bent down and leaned in to place a kiss on Vanessa’s lips.

-Since you’re tired, it’s my turn.

“I’m not going to make it difficult for her, as I have the extra benefit today anyway. She can’t get away with it, so I don’t need to force her into anything.”

-Well…

Vanessa had to admit that her little move really didn’t do anything compared to Dylan’s.

Only when Dylan took the initiative could he experience the taste of wonderful pleasure.

Deeply satisfied physically, but empty inside, as if something had been lost.

Vanessa closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep.

Dylan won her over again and again, saying it was a punishment, and it was.

Vanessa didn’t know at what point she fell asleep, she only remembered a hazy vision of Dylan’s extraordinary, handsome face and the darkness in his eyes that no one could hide from.

She felt like a prey that had fallen into a trap from which she could never, ever escape.

It was joyful and sad at the same time.

Dylan placed a soft kiss on Vanessa’s forehead before quietly getting out of bed.

He washed up in the next room, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

At that moment, Mateo was standing in the living room waiting.

-Sir.

-Stay here and keep watch while I make a trip to Cazalla’s house.

-Are you going to see Mrs. Mercedes?

Mateo frowned and looked at Dylan with some concern.

-Things always have to work out.

He didn’t want to move further and further away from Vanessa, so he had to do something about it if necessary.

Without further ado, Dylan left.

It was already dawn outside.

In the Cazalla family.

-Vanessa didn’t come back last night?

Mercedes looked at Samara with a grumpy expression and asked.

Samara was in a difficult position, as she had seen the atmosphere between Mercedes and Vanessa over the last few days, and was worried that if she told the truth, the relationship between mother and daughter would deteriorate further.

But if he wasn’t telling the truth…

-Yes, Madam.

“Since Mercedes was asking, she must know something,” and Samara felt she couldn’t hide it.

-How dare you!

Mercedes was shaking with anger, she was angry with Vanessa, she blamed her, but she also felt sorry for her. But she was so angry and wanted her to remember the lesson.

He thought Vanessa would learn from her mistake, but after only a few days she saw Dylan again.

“When the hell did my daughter turn into something like this? When did my daughter turn into something like this?”

-Madam, you must take care of yourself. Something must have come up in the office to keep the lady out all night, I’ll call now and find out.

-It’s not necessary!

How could he not know where Vanessa was after seeing those photos.

Now maybe he was still at Dylan’s house.

Samara was afraid to speak, fearing that one more word would irritate Mercedes.

Shortly afterwards, footsteps were heard in the corridor and Samara came out of the room after talking to Mercedes.

-What is it?

After hearing the maid’s report, Samara returned to the bedroom and told Mercedes.

-Madam, we have a visitor.

-I don’t want to see it.

-It’s Dylan, Mr Dylan.

Mercedes’ eyes snapped open and her face filled with anger:

-Dylan? How dare he come here!

Her husband had treated Dylan like a friend when he was alive, who knew he would treat his own daughter like that! As far as Mercedes was concerned, Dylan was an animal.

As his mind slowed, his emotions quickly sank.

-Tell him to wait in the living room, I’ll be right down.

-Yes, ma’am.