How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 15&16

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2

HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 15&16

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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[𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧-7am]

It was 7 a.m., and Angelo woke up to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. Beside him, Hinata lay peacefully asleep, her long hair scattered like silk threads across her face.

He reached out gently, brushing the strands away with the lightest touch, his fingers lingering to stroke her chin. Gazing at her serene features.

Hinata was his first love, his only love. Thirty-two years of marriage had only deepened his devotion; every day, he fell for her more fiercely, her smile his anchor, her laughter his symphony.

He would protect her with every breath, no matter what storms life brought.

She moaned softly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“Good morning, honey,” he whispered, his voice thick with adoration.

“Good morning,” she murmured softly. “How long have you been awake?”

“For a little while,” He replied with a grin.

“Had fun watching you sleep.” Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, savoring the warmth that still sparked fire in his soul.

“You always do that,” She teased, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t you get bored?”

Never bored, he thought, only enchanted. In one swift, playful motion, he scooped her up off the bed, cradling her like the treasure she was.

She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Angelo! Put me down!”

He kicked the bathroom door open with his foot and gently dropped her onto the footstool, standing tall beside her, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder.

“You’re putting me on a footstool? That’s embarrassing—I’m not a baby!” she protested, though her lips curved into a smile.

“You’re short,” he teased back, his eyes twinkling with mischief and endless affection.

She pouted adorably, and he laughed, applying toothpaste to both their brushes.

They brushed side by side, gazing into each other’s eyes, giggles bubbling up between them like shared secrets from their youth.

Then, unable to resist, Angelo started singing softly to her, his voice warm and velvety:

🎵 *Oh, my love, you’re the rhythm in my heart…* 🎵

“Stop it!” she laughed, swatting his arm lightly, but her cheeks flushed with delight.

🎵 *Through every sunrise, every night so dark… you’re my forever start.* 🎵 He kept going, pouring his soul into the love song they’d cherished since their early days.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back—she joined him, their voices harmonizing perfectly:

🎵 *I’ll love you more with every beat… my heart’s eternal melody.* 🎵

They finished brushing, rinsed their mouths, and turned to each other.

Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that spoke of decades of passion undimmed.

Angelo buried his face in the soft curve of her neck, breathing her in like she was his life’s sweetest air.

“I love you, Hinata,” he murmured against her skin, his voice raw with emotion. “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you more, my Angelo,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair.

Their kiss deepened, Angelo’s hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer against him on the footstool.

“Angelo..” she breathed, but her eyes burned with desire, inviting him closer.

“And you’re irresistible,” He growled softly, lifting her again effortlessly, this time carrying her toward the shower.

He turned on the water with one hand, steam quickly filling the room like a warm embrace. Setting her down inside, he joined her under the cascading spray, their clothes discarded in a hasty trail on the tile.

Water streamed over their skin, tracing rivulets down her curves as Angelo’s hands explored her with reverent hunger—thirty-two years, and she still set him ablaze.

He kissed her neck, then lower, his lips mapping the paths he knew by heart, eliciting soft gasps that echoed off the walls.

Hinata arched into him, her nails grazing his shoulders. She m+aned, pulling him flush against her, their bodies slick and urgent.

He lifted her once more, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her gently against the cool tile.

As their breaths mingled and pleasure crested, he whispered against her lips, “Forever yours, Hinata.”

“Forever,” she echoed, holding him tight as the water washed over them.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync under the pounding shower, Angelo thrusting deeper with each heated gasp from Hinata’s lips.

Her back arched against the tile, water sluicing between them as she clenched around him, her moans turning to breathless cries that fueled his fire.

“Angelo… harder,” she demanded, her voice husky, nails digging into his back as she rode the wave of ecstasy building inside her.

He obliged, gripping her hips tighter, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, devouring kiss—tongues tangling wildly, tasting the mint from their brushes mixed with raw desire.

“God, Hinata, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb teasing her hardened nipple until she shuddered violently against him.

She threw her head back, exposing her throat for his hungry bites and licks, her legs locking him in place as pleasure ripped through her.

“Yes… right there, honey, don’t stop!” Waves of bliss crashed over her first, her body trembling in his arms, inner walls pulsing hotly around him.

Angelo followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, spilling into her as stars exploded behind his eyes.

They clung together, panting, the steam wrapping them like a cocoon, hearts pounding in unison.

Still joined, he kissed her forehead, then her swollen lips.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it,” he murmured, voice rough with sated passion.

She smiled lazily, tracing his lips with a fingertip. “Yeah.”

“Now, I’m hungry.” She pouted.

He chuckled.

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[𝐒𝐤𝐲’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Sky stepped out of his home gym in Sky’s villa, sweat-slicked tank clinging to his torso, towel slung over his shoulder.

He froze in the living room doorway—Ginger perched casually on his couch, legs crossed, like she owned the place.

“What on earth are you doing here? Can you please leave? My girlfriend’s about to come here,” he said, voice edged with irritation, dropping his towel on the armrest.

“Calm down, I’m not here for any long talks. I just wanted to say sorry, for what I did last time. I shouldn’t have,” she replied, eyes wide with fake innocence, standing slowly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. Levi’s my friend, and you can’t expect us to be in a relationship. Moreover, I love Nancy. Don’t be silly,” Sky shot back, arms crossing, already turning toward the kitchen.

“Sure.” Ginger’s lips twitched.

“You just finished working out… I brought snacks for you. It’s one of Levi’s favorites too. Consider it my apology.” She pulled a pastel box from beside her, flipping it open to reveal a batch of fresh-baked cupcakes—chocolate-frosted, still warm, vanilla scent wafting temptingly.

Sky eyed them, then her, suspicion flickering but hunger winning. He took the box. “Thanks.”

“Won’t you try it?” Ginger pressed, leaning in, smile sharpening.

“Why now?” he asked, plucking one out, peeling the liner.

“I want to leave already so I won’t bother you. I just want to know what you think about it,” she said sweetly, watching like a hawk.

Sky shrugged and bit in—the cupcake was moist, rich, chocolate exploding on his tongue.

He finished it in three quick bites, licking frosting from his thumb. “It’s good. Really good, actually.”

Ginger smirked, a dark glint in her eyes as he polished it off.

Sky turned to head to the kitchen for water, but midway, the cupcake wrapper slipped from his lax fingers, fluttering to the floor.

The whole box tumbled after, spilling sweets across the hardwood. He staggered, clutching his head as the room tilted violently.

“What is this?” he slurred, vision blurring, knees buckling.

“Well, let’s just say I added a little something to it,” Ginger said, voice dripping venom, stepping closer.

“Why… why would you do that?” Sky gasped, fighting the dizziness, hands gripping the couch for support.

Ginger closed the gap, grabbing his arm.

“Because I’ll have you whether you like it or not, Sky. You’re mine now.” Her whisper was feverish, possessive.

Everything spun into black; Sky’s eyes rolled back, body going limp. He crumpled, but Ginger caught him, arms straining under his dead weight.

“F+k, you’re heavy,” she grunted, heaving him toward the door, her plan locked in.

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-𝐀𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫-

An hour later, Nancy pushed through the front door of Sky’s villa, keys jangling.

“Babe,” she called, voice echoing in the too-quiet space. “F+k, I’m thirsty.”

She veered toward the kitchen, sneakers scuffing the hardwood—then froze.

There on the floor: a spilled box of cupcakes, chocolate frosting smeared like blood, wrappers scattered accusingly.

Her blood turned to ice, then fire. Hand diving into her designer bag, she yanked out her pistol, safety clicking off with lethal intent.

“Sky,” she barked, sharper now, gun raised low.

Bag thudding to the floor, she bolted upstairs, heart slamming. Bedroom, empty, bed neatly arranged. Bathroom—nothing. Gym—sweat towels crumpled, no Sky. Closets, even under the bed, every shadow searched.

Her phone whipped out, she punched Ginger’s number, thumb stabbing redial twice before it rang. It had better not be what I’m thinking.

“Nancy,” Ginger purred, smug as sin.

“Where is Sky!” Nancy snarled, grip white-knuckled on the gun.

“Guess you already know about me liking him, isn’t it too selfish to keep him for yourself, Nancy Gremory? Also, if you think you’re gonna get him easily, you’re stupid.” Ginger’s laugh slithered through.

“Also, I wonder what your lackey Martin has been doing around Levi, but I got suspicious of him after the day I saw him. I mean, I know he’s in the Yakuza and I know you already know about me.”

“You bitch, give him back!” Nancy roared, veins bulging.

“Not until I have a taste of him.” Click. Line dead.

Nancy’s vision tunneled red, the phone creaking in her fist. Images flashed unbidden—Ginger’s body on Sky’s limp form, hands roaming his sweat-damp skin, lips on his neck, grinding against him like a predator claiming meat.

That snake, touching what’s mine, defiling him while he’s helpless— Her stomach lurched, bile rising, a primal scream clawing her throat.

She felt like going crazy, sanity fraying at the edges, the thought of Ginger’s naked body pressed to Sky’s muscled frame igniting a jealous inferno in her core.

She clutched her gun tighter, barrel biting into her palm, breath ragged. .

“I’ll kill that whore. Slowly.”

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[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

Levi roamed Martin’s pristine condo restlessly. Martin had summoned him over, but he’d vanished right after, muttering something about an errand.

No sign of him for over an hour. Curiosity gnawed; Levi tugged open the nightstand drawers. He didn’t expect what he saw, combat knives with serrated edges, heavy-duty handcuffs, a black taser crackling faintly when he brushed it.

Freaky shit. His skin prickled, a knot tightening in his gut.

The bottom drawer resisted, heavy. Levi pried it open—and his blood ran cold. An arsenal: pistols of every make.

Glocks, Sigs, a matte-black revolver—lined up like soldiers. Dozens of loaded magazines stacked beside, brass casings winking ominously.

Fingers shaking, he lifted a handgun. It weighed a ton, solid and lethal, the grip biting into his palm.

“Why… does he have a gun?” Panic surged.

Guns? Plural? Martin’s no cop. What the fuck is this? Mob? Assassin? Sweat slicked his brow, heart hammering like a war drum, breaths short and ragged.

“You shouldn’t be playing with that.” Martin’s voice ghosted hot against his ear.

Levi yelped, flinching violently, the gun clattering as he spun. “F+k—Martin!”

Martin calmly plucked it away, his face a mask of cool detachment, sliding it back into the drawer with a soft *thunk*.

“Why do you have a gun?” Levi stammered, voice thin, edging back.

“For work.” Martin shut the drawer, final as a coffin lid.

“Work? What kind of work do you do?” Levi’s words tumbled out, terror lacing each one.

Martin turned away, ignoring him, yanking open the closet.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Levi grabbed his sleeve.

Martin’s phone erupted. “Hello, Miss Nancy.”

“Where are you? I’ll send you an address to meet up. That bitch just kidnapped Sky,” Nancy’s voice sliced through, urgent and venomous.

“Okay, I’m on my way.” Martin pocketed the phone as she hung up.

“Now will you tell me?” Levi demanded, desperation cracking his voice.

“I’ll explain everything when I get back.” Martin shrugged on a jacket. “Your goody-two-shoes girlfriend just kidnapped Sky.”

“Sky? Hold on—the Nancy you were talking to, was the Nancy I know?” Levi’s face paled, stomach dropping.

“Yes. She’s like my boss.”

“Tell me what’s happening!” Levi lunged forward.

“Later. And do not call Ginger.” Martin’s eyes flashed warning, then he was gone, door banging shut.

Levi’s mouth dropped open, the room spinning.

Guns. Kidnapping. My girlfriend? Nancy? Ginger? He collapsed against the wall, knees weak.

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[𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 – 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐬’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦]

Sasha and Rias sat on her bed, watching a movie, both doubled over laughing—until Rias’s phone shattered the moment with its shrill ring.

Romeo’s name flashed on the screen. She snatched it up and answered.

“Hello,” she said coolly.

“Rias, are you ready? I’m on my way to pick you up,” he replied, voice eager.

“You don’t have to. I’ll get there on my own,” she shot back.

“You sure? I really wanted to pick you up,” he pressed.

“Don’t bother yourself. Just send me the address of the place,” she demanded.

“Sure, see you in a while,” he said.

“Sure.” She hung up abruptly, tossing the phone aside like trash.

“What’s that?” Sasha asked, eyes narrowing.

“It’s Romeo. We’re supposed to go on a date,” Rias said with a sly smirk.

“A date? Seriously, Rias? You’re pushing through with your plans of playing him?” Sasha’s voice spiked, incredulous.

“Yes. And the fun part? I won’t even attend the date. Now let’s keep watching our movie.” Rias leaned back, grabbing the remote like nothing happened.

“Are you crazy? Why would you do that? If you aren’t going, tell him you aren’t!” Sasha exploded, lunging forward.

“No, I mean he’s the one who willingly likes me. I didn’t force him,” Rias snapped, clutching her phone tighter.

“I’ll call him myself!” Sasha snatched for her own phone, but Rias yanked it away in a flash.

“Rias, give it back!” Sasha growled, hand outstretched.

“No.” Rias shoved it behind her back, eyes blazing.

“This is wrong! Did he ever do something like this to you? First you told me you burnt his gift to you, and now this? You’re going to make him wait at that restaurant alone?” Sasha’s voice rose to a shout, face flushing red.

“Are you supporting him? I’m your friend!” Rias fired back, jumping to her feet, chest heaving.

“Look, I’m not supporting anybody here. I know what he went through when Bianca died, and I know what you went through when he rejected you—and Rias, those are completely two different things!” Sasha stood too, fists clenched, the bed creaking under their shifting weight.

Rias frowned, lips twisting in fury.

“You’re toying with him because he didn’t love you back? Rias, you were also being petty back then. Fine, he loved Bianca and divorced you. That’s when you realized you actually liked him? Well, he divorced you because it would be selfish to have you as his wife and Bianca as a girlfriend, so he actually let you go!” Sasha’s words whipped like lashes.

“The truth both of us know is that four years ago, if Bianca wasn’t in the picture and he filed for a divorce, you would be more than thrilled because you didn’t give a shit about that guy. But no, you became all territorial because you hated the idea of him being with someone else—seriously? Let’s not even talk about that!” Sasha barreled on, voice cracking with frustration.

“You went on ahead to harass and insult Bianca every time you got, you insulted Romeo because of his se+ual addiction, you used his own mother against him, and went on ahead to try and se+uce him—and got pissed because you saw he wouldn’t cheat on Bianca…” Sasha’s eyes bored into Rias like daggers.

“Sasha…” Rias hissed, voice low and venomous.

“Hold on, I’m not done!” Sasha barked, slamming her hand on the bedframe.

“Fine, then you decided to move to Mexico. Eight months later, your graduation came, and he gave me a gift to deliver to you once I got there. Honestly, I was surprised why he gifted you ’cause I know he was a mess back then, but he just did it because he still considered you as family ’cause of Grandpa.” Sasha paced now, the room thick with tension.

“Then you moved on to Ashton and your sweet couple life with him in Mexico, and then four years later you’re back in Tokyo and find out that Romeo actually likes you. What should you have done?” Sasha whirled on her, demanding.

Rias kept quiet, staring daggers.

“Reject him. F+king tell him no, just like he did back then. Reject him outright and then he’ll stop. He clearly asked your permission if it was okay to chase after you, and you said yes. You said yes even when you didn’t mean it!” Sasha’s shout echoed off the walls.

“But I also want him to feel how I felt…” Rias muttered, voice trembling with rage.

“How you felt? Rias, Romeo never toyed with your feelings. If anything, he stayed the f+k away from you every damn time, but you continuously chased after him—and now… You’re doing what?” Sasha threw her hands forward, veins bulging in her neck.

“You want to make him fall in love with you, go crazy over you, and then break his heart and dump him? Why? Did he do any of that to you? Why are you still pained that he didn’t love you back? Why can’t you just get rid of Romeo from your life?! Does your life always have to revolve around a man?!” Sasha’s voice broke into a roar, tears of frustration pricking her eyes.

“I even heard from Hunter that you stopped him from going to Bianca’s grave just recently. Were you jealous or what?” Sasha jabbed a finger at Rias’s chest.

“Why would I be jealous of that dead nobody?” Rias sneered, shoving Sasha’s hand away.

“Then why’d you stop him?” Sasha shot back, unyielding.

“I don’t like the idea of Bianca ever being a thought in Romeo’s mind. F+k, I don’t even care if she died along with their child. She is none of my business. He already used the past years to grieve her—his focus should be on me now!” Rias exploded, face contorted in bitter jealousy.

“Says you who’s also cheating on her own boyfriend, using her own damn body to trap a guy—for the love of God, Rias, please, just let him go. Just ignore him!” Sasha pleaded, voice raw, grabbing Rias’s shoulders.

“But I don’t want to. I got hurt, Sasha. If he only loved me back then, I wouldn’t have done this to him. He should’ve loved me instead and not her…” Rias wrenched free from her hold.

“Do you love him?” Sasha demanded, moving closer, eyes locked.

“Huh?” Rias blinked, caught off guard.

“I’m talking about now, currently—do you love him?” Sasha pressed, voice like steel.

“I don’t. I already told you, I’m only toying with him. Once Ashton and I are set to get married, we’re going back to Mexico, and I’ll be done with Romeo for good.” Rias crossed her arms, defiant.

Sasha looked at her in shock, mouth agape, the air between them crackling.

“Don’t meddle in my affairs right now, Sasha. I respect you dearly, so just stay out of this. I know Romeo is your husband’s cousin, so you don’t have to worry about getting involved. This is all me.” Rias turned away.

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[𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 -5𝐩𝐦]

Romeo settled into the private booth at the back of La Belle Époque, the upscale restaurant he’d reserved just for them.

The space was a romantic dream he’d pulled out all the stops for: soft candlelight flickered across crisp white linens and crystal glassware, casting a warm golden glow.

A massive crystal chandelier hung overhead, its prisms dancing like stars, while floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering Tokyo skyline.

At the center of the table sat his grand gesture, a towering arrangement of two dozen crimson roses intertwined with delicate white lilies, their petals still dewy from the florist.

Beside it, a sleek velvet box held a custom bracelet: a delicate gold chain with a heart-shaped sapphire pendant, engraved on the back with ” Forever Yours.”

He’d agonized over it for days, picturing how it’d sparkle against her skin.

A wide, boyish grin split Romeo’s face as he adjusted his tie, heart pounding with pure joy. She’s coming, he thought, buzzing with anticipation.

Four years of healing, and now this—Rias, saying yes to him, to them. He felt alive, lighter than he had since.

Leaning back, he pulled out his phone, already scrolling through luxury travel sites with eager thumbs.

What next after tonight? Something epic. Paris popped up—Eiffel Tower at dusk, Seine cruises, cozy bistros.

Would she want Paris? Yeah, every girl dreams of that. He tapped into a site, eyes lighting up as he eyed a romantic getaway package: private jet, five-star suite with balcony views, couples’ spa.

His finger hovered over “Book Now,”.
This could be our start. Her smile when I surprise her… God, I can’t wait.

He glanced at his watch, then the entrance, his grin unwavering. Any minute now.

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[𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭]

Sky’s eyes fluttered open to a haze of pain—head throbbing like a sledgehammer, mouth dry as ash, muscles heavy from the drug’s lingering grip.

He was in a dim, grimy room, concrete walls peeling, air thick with cheap incense and her cloying perfume.

Panic hit first: wrists bound tight with zip-ties to the rusted bedframe above his head, ankles lashed to the footboard, spread-eagle.

Stripped down to his black boxer briefs, sweat-slicked skin prickling in the chill.

What the f×k— He yanked hard, metal rattling, veins bulging in his arms.

“Ginger! Let me go, you crazy bitch!”

A low chuckle slithered from the shadows. Ginger lounged on the windowsill, legs crossed in a skimpy black lace that hugged every curve like sin, thigh-high stockings and heels.

Red wine swirled in her glass, lips glossy crimson as she sauntered over, hips swaying hypnotic.

“Awake already, handsome? Fuck, you’re even hotter like this—helpless, all mine to unwrap.”

Sky thrashed, biceps flexing against restraints, chest heaving.

“Untie me! This is kidnapping, psycho!”

She set the glass down, climbing onto the bed slow, knees straddling his thighs, heat radiating through thin fabric as she pinned him with her weight.

Nails raked down his chiseled abs, tracing every ridge, dipping dangerously low.

“Nancy? That greedy slut doesn’t deserve this body. Levi was mine first—but you, Sky? You’re the fucking prize.”

Her breath ghosted his neck, lips brushing his pulse point, tongue flicking out for a hot, teasing taste.

He jerked away, jaw clenched, but she grabbed his chin hard, forcing his mouth to hers—deep, invasive kiss, her tongue claiming, teeth nipping his lip bloody.

Sky wrenched free, spitting. “Get off me! I’ll kill you myself!”

Ginger laughed, dark and throaty, grinding her hips down slow, grinding against his briefs, feeling him twitch despite himself.

“Mmm, body’s honest even if your mind isn’t. Open up, your mouth.”

She snatched a water bottle from the nightstand, pinching his nostrils till he gasped, pouring laced liquid past his lips—aphrodisiac burning sweet down his throat.

He coughed, dizziness swirling hotter now, fire pooling low as the drug kicked in.

“Why?!”

Her hand slid under the waistband, gripping firm, stroking torturously slow—eyes locked on his, wild with obsession.

“Because I’ll have you whether you like it or not.” She straddled higher, pressing wet heat against his hardening length, rocking rhythmic—teasing friction, her moans low and filthy.

“Feel that? You’re throbbing for me. I’ll ride you till dawn, you’ll fill me up, mark you mine.”

Sky bucked wild, ropes cutting skin, sweat dripping, cock straining traitorously against her grind.

Sky’s head thrashed side-to-side, zip-ties biting raw into wrists, muscles rippling in futile strain.

The drug burned wildfire through his veins, cock pulsing traitorously in her grip, hips bucking involuntary into her fist despite the rage twisting his face.

“F+k—Ginger, stop… please,” he rasped, voice wrecked, shame flooding hot as pre-cum slicked her palm.

Sweat poured down his temples, abs clenching hard under her nails.

“Aw, listen to you beg,” she whispered filthy against his ear, nipping the lobe, breath scorching.

Her free hand roamed greedy—pinching a flat nipple to peak, then lower, cupping his balls with a rolling squeeze that arched him off the bed.

She laughed low, speeding her strokes, edging him ruthless, slowing when he swelled close, thumb pressing the frenulum to deny release.

“This cock’s weeping for me, Sky. Thick, so fucking hard…” Her lingerie slipped off one shoulder, br×ast spilling free, nipple hard as she dragged it across his chest, teasing friction while her hand blurred relentless.

He choked on a m+an, vision spotting, body betraying him in waves—c+k twitching wild, balls drawing tight under her merciless play.

“You psycho…—someone—f+k!” The words dissolved into a shuddering gasp as she twisted perfect at the head, pleasure-pain coiling unbearable, tears of frustration stinging his eyes.

“Enough games,” she growled, shedding her lingerie like a second skin, bare curves gleaming sweat-slick—full tits swaying, nipples peaked, shaved pussy already glistening as she straddled his hips raw.

No barriers now. Her hand fisted his base again, guiding the swollen head to her slick folds, rubbing it back-and-forth through her wetness with a hiss—coating him, teasing her clit till she shuddered.

Sky bucked helpless, roar tearing free.

“No, f+k, Ginger—don’t!”—but the drug amplified every graze, his tip nudging her entrance, her juices dripping hot down his shaft.

She sank down slow, deliberate, pussy clenching tight around his first inch, then two, stretching her wide, inner walls rippling greedy as she took more.

“F+k, yes—so big,” she m+aned, nails digging bloody crescents into his pecs, rocking shallow to savor the burn.

Halfway in, she paused, grinding circles, cl+t grinding his base—then slammed home, burying him balls-deep in one brutal drop, cry ripping from her throat.

Her rhythm ignited, wild, punishing bounces, tits slapping hypnotic as she rode him like conquest.

Pussy fluttered, milking every ridge, gushing slick down his sack with each wet slap of skin.

“Feel that, Sky? Stretching me perfectly… I’m ruined for this c+k now.”

She leaned forward, crushing her breasts to his chest, tongue spearing his mouth in a messy claim while hips pistoned faster—walls spasming, chasing her peak on his unwilling thrusts.

Sky’s body betrayed him, locked inside her heat, hips jerking up involuntary as forced pleasure coiled vicious, veins pulsing against her clench.

“Stop, please!”—but groans undercut the plea, abs rippling, balls smacking her ass as she f+ked him ruthless to the edge.

Their org+sm hit at the same time, her p+sy convulsing like a fist, flooding him hot as she ground down, forcing him to release deep inside her despite the tears streaking his face.

Ginger collapsed onto Sky’s chest, her sweat-drenched body clinging like a parasite, arms wrapping tight around his neck in a mocking embrace.

“F+k… all that cum,” She moaned low and satisfied, pussy still twitching around his spent c+k, their mixed fluids leaking hot and sticky down his thighs onto the soiled sheets.

Sky’s face twisted in horror—tears spilling hot and silent down his temples.

Disgusting… she’s disgusting—I’m disgusting. His body shuddered involuntary, sobs choking silent as shame burned deeper than the ropes cutting his wrists.

Nancy’s face flashing in his mind, his love for her now poisoned by this nightmare.

He turned his head away, biting his lip bloody to stifle the breakdown, every breath a ragged fight against puking.

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[𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 -10𝐩𝐦]

Five agonizing hours ticked by in the emptying restaurant, Rias nowhere in sight.

Romeo’s phone laid against the table, her phone ringing but she didn’t answer, each ring a fresh stab to his chest.

“Mr. Dragoni, it’s already closing time. The restaurant is about to clock out for the day,” The waitress said softly, her eyes pitying as she hovered.

Romeo barely acknowledged her, gaze locked on the untouched food before him, the vibrant rose bouquet wilting under the dying candlelight.

The velvet gift box sat mocking him.

It hurt—God, it hurt like a knife twisting slow. Was it intentional? Didn’t she want this? Had she asked him not to pick her up just to dodge him? An emergency maybe? Then why the silence, the lies by omission?

Every minute he’d clung to hope, staring at the door, waiting for her silhouette to appear. Now, the truth crashed in as he stood up.

He stood on numb legs, shoulders slumped, and shuffled out into the cold night, the door’s chime mocking his retreat.

At his car, he collapsed into the driver’s seat, slamming the door like it could seal in the pain.

Elbow on the steering wheel, he buried his face in his palm, the leather cold against his skin.

“F+k… why does it hurt this much?” he whispered, voice cracking, his tears hot and unbidden.

“She should’ve told me she wouldn’t actually come. She… she should’ve just… told me she didn’t want to go on a date with me. I’d understand…” A sob choked him, chest heaving.

“I specifically asked her if she wanted to go, so as to avoid this incident,” He murmured to the empty car, fists clenching.

“Why did she agree and then… then…” The words dissolved into a ragged breath.

His phone shattered the silence. He snatched it, heart lurching—Rias.

“Rias,” he rasped, voice low and broken.

“I’m sorry for not coming. I was too tired and really busy with something,” she said casually, like it was nothing.

Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

“Romeo?” she prompted, impatient.

“Did you want to go on this date with me?” he asked, each word a plea.

“Of course I did,” she replied smoothly.

“Please, tell me the truth, Rias.” His voice trembled, raw desperation bleeding through.

“Are you trying to say that I didn’t? I already said that I did. I didn’t come because I was busy. Are you saying that I’m lying?” Her tone sharpened, defensive.

“No. I’m sorry if—”

She hung up. The line went dead.

“Shit…!” He jabbed redial, pulse thundering.

“What?” she snapped.

“I’m sorry, sorry if it sounded that way. I understand you. I was just asking,” he begged, hating the weakness in his voice.

“You had better. I’m only giving you an opportunity ’cause you asked for it. You claim to love me but can’t even trust me? Are you seriously going to give up on me because I couldn’t attend one date?” she hurled back.

“Of course I won’t. I’m sorry for doubting you,” he whispered, defeated.

“Anyways, I’ll hang up. I’m sleepy.”

“Goodnight,” he managed to say.

“You too.” She hung up.

He let the phone thud onto the passenger seat, head dropping to the steering wheel, forehead pressing hard against it as sobs wracked him.

“I know… I f+king know that she doesn’t really give a f+k about me. But… I still don’t want to give up,” He choked out, tears soaking his sleeve.

“I want to make her happy. I want her to be happy with me..”

“Why does loving a woman always have to hurt me this much every damn time?” He palmed his face, nails digging into skin, body shaking.

“Or am I just unlucky?”

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