Deep love: insatiable lover

Soon Dylan’s men reached the bar first, just as someone was trying to make a move on Vanessa. The man wasted no time in stepping forward, grabbing the other man by the throat and throwing him aside.

-Hey, what do you want?

The man who had tried to belittle Vanessa was also a drunk who struggled to his feet. She questioned him angrily, but when she got a good look at the man’s height and build, she was embarrassed.

He escapes into the crowd and quickly disappears.

Vanessa had not reacted and gaped at the other side.

-You… who are you?

-Miss Vanessa, the Lord will be here soon, don’t worry.

-Sir? Who is this man you speak of?

Vanessa looked at this complete stranger, a tall man, with a puzzled expression and frowned behind him.

-Our lord’s surname is Moya.

-Moya?

Vanessa’s bewildered eyes instantly filled with anger and she gave an unhappy look.

-I don’t want to see any of the Moya family, tell your boss to get lost and you too.

The man did not speak, he stood behind Vanessa like an iron tower to protect her.

With him in the room, Vanessa’s lookers were instantly silenced, and no one dared to lust after Vanessa again.

-I’m talking to you, tell your boss to get lost!

Now I hated people with the surname Moya, let alone anyone with the surname Moya.

The corners of the man’s lips twitched as he turned his back on Vanessa. The only person in the world who had the audacity to tell his Lord to fuck off was, I’m afraid, this Miss Vanessa behind him.

What nerves.

When Dylan arrived Vanessa was grabbing her man’s arm and getting angry, it looked like she was about to open her mouth to bite him. Dylan’s heart skipped a beat and his face scrunched up as he rushed forward and pulled the girl into his arms.

-What do you want?

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-Who… are you?

Vanessa looked at Dylan with innocent eyes, blinking, making him swallow the anger he held in his chest.

-Good girl, let’s go home.

-Oh, it’s you. Dylan, you bastard.

Dylan felt aggrieved, he had done nothing wrong.

-Yes, you bastard. Well, come back.

-No! I don’t want to go back! Your name is Moya too, and you’re even the bastard’s uncle. Surely… you must be an asshole too, I’m not coming back with you.

-Asshole?

Dylan looked at Vanessa with a fake smile and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t think that because you’re a drunk I won’t do anything to you.”

Vanessa gasped again and looked at Dylan suspiciously.

-Your eyes… they’re so scary, I don’t want to go back to you. Dylan, let me go, I want to go home.

-Good girl, let’s go home.

-To my house.

-Good.

In any case, his own house was Vanessa’s house, so it was right to tell him to go home.

Vanessa, however, thought he was agreeing to take her back home and suddenly calmed down, meekly allowing Dylan to walk out of the bar with his arm around her.

It was only when his own master had taken the girl away that the tall guard left on his own.

In the passenger seat, Vanessa, despite being restrained by her seatbelt, continued to flail around unnoticed.

-Orlando, you idiot! You idiot!

Screaming at the top of her lungs, as if she wanted to let out all the pent-up feelings in her chest.

Dylan’s face darkened and darkened, that the little cat would get drunk for a man like Orlando! Heh, such bad behaviour, he should have been taught a lesson. “How can you care so much about other men!”

-Dylan, you asshole!

“All right, guilty as charged.”

Dylan gave Vanessa a wry look, mentally imagining all sorts of positions in which he would pin her to the bed.

It was easy to get to the villa and when she saw that it wasn’t her house, Vanessa started to make a scene again.

-I don’t want to get out of the car!

This was not his home and he was not going in.

Vanessa pouted stubbornly, refusing to budge, and Dylan sweated profusely, his eyes glowing with a ghostly light. With a cold smile, he unbuckled his seatbelt tightly and lifted Vanessa straight onto her back.

-Ah! Put me down!

-Be good.

Dylan slapped him on the ass without a second glance, warning him.

Vanessa was angry and furious, covering her buttocks and looking at Dylan with red eyes.

-Good girl, more rascality later.

He took the girl home and went straight into the bathroom.

Vanessa shrieked and threw herself into Dylan’s arms as he wrapped the water around her waist.

-Don’t be afraid, let’s go for a swim.

-Hot.

-Be good, then it’ll be fine.

Dylan coaxed her gently and Vanessa snuggled into his arms, slowly calming down.

Wanting revenge on the little drunk, Dylan couldn’t let her go. He pressed her against the cold tiled wall and stood behind her, kissing her pale neck and back ambiguously.

Vanessa’s eyes became watery as she watched with some bewilderment, feeling instant lust burning inside her.

-Honey, ready to be punished?

-Punishment?

The chaos in her brain slowed Vanessa’s reactions in half time, and she repeated Dylan’s words in astonishment, while behind her the man was already encroaching unceremoniously. Large hands clamped firmly around her slender waist as he penetrated her fiercely and forcefully.

-Ah!

-The punishment has begun.

-Hmm.

Vanessa pressed herself against the not-so-cool tiles, slowly feeling the growing ferocity of the sensations inside her. Little by little, she began to give it her all, and it felt better and better.

-Hmm.

She couldn’t help but let out a sound, her hands pressed against the tiles, her fingers curling. Just as she was about to enjoy the ultimate pleasure, the man behind her suddenly stopped.

Vanessa had not reacted and waited a little longer to make sure that the person behind her had not really moved.

He turned his head and looked at Dylan in disbelief and aggravation:

-Dylan?

The lazy, husky voice was like the strongest of drugs, stimulating Dylan with almost no control of the rhythm. He cursed, but his handsome face wore a wicked grin.

-Do you want me to continue?

Vanessa followed her instincts and nodded obediently.

-Beg me.

Dylan smiled softly, his fingertips sliding ambiguously down her back. If Vanessa hadn’t been drunk, she would have noticed Dylan’s tense muscles, she would have noticed the bruises at the corners of his forehead, and she would have known that the man was trying to hold back too.