Chapter 22

'Do you always like to mess others up so badly?" She asks, looking in the mirror at her neck, which is covered with hickeys, and at the lipstick on her face. 'Because I miss you so much." He hugs her from behind. 'Come home with me. I can't sleep without you," He says with a smile. Though he is smiling, there is not a trace of smile in his eyes. The lividity of his eyes stands out. 'Gift for being a good doggy," she says, rubbing his head. They return to the villa. All the servants in the house have disappeared. He presses her between himself and the door, sucking sweet saliva and oxygen from her mouth. His hard sucking makes her tongue tingle. Her burgundy dress is torn and left at the junction of the open-plan kitchen and living room, along with a water-soaked black thong. She is laid out on the sofa in the living room, cushioned to relax. His sudden entrance makes her curl up. He sits her on his straddle so that he can suck on her nipples as he enters into her.