Deep love: insatiable lover

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the door that Brisa could not open before suddenly opened from the outside. In walked a stocky black man, fully clothed only in his underwear.

Brisa unconsciously goes to the corner to hide.

Although her mind was gripped by a strange longing, she still instinctively resisted the other woman’s approach.

-Don’t do it.

Grimacing, Brisa muttered under her breath, her body already pressed against the wall.

I wanted to escape.

A sense of danger gripped the dazed mind and Brisa’s pores opened wide with fear.

-Don’t you want a drink?

Roberto’s low, persuasive voice came through the headphones.

-No… no! Let him go, let him go!

Brisa said as she crouched down when the other man had passed. As he got closer, Brisa’s face grew paler and paler.

Roberto’s soft laughter came through the headphones.

With an impatient and uncontrollably creepy smile.

-It’s all right if you don’t listen, anyway, the theme of… tonight is a must. Enjoy it, you’ll like it.

-No!

Brisa seemed to understand Roberto’s meaning and struggled violently, her eyes wide with terror. When the other man reached her, she ducked to avoid him and stumbled against the door.

-Help! Help! -Help!

Brisa shouted as she ran.

Their desperation and fear were the perfect catalyst for the onlookers outside, stimulating their senses. A pair of evil eyes stared at the two men in the room, with a particularly pronounced swallowing sound.

The other side seemed to be relaxed and comfortable playing a game of eagle and chicken.

After Brisa dodged several times, the man’s patience seemed to wear thin. He looked at Brisa with an expression full of desire and took a step forward, easily grasping her wrists.

-Get out of the way! Get out!

Brisa screamed in horror, her voice on the verge of distortion.

He struggled desperately, but in vain.

-Ah!

The other man bends down and easily lifts Brisa up, walks over to the bed and throws her on top of it.

-Ah! Get off, don’t touch me!

Brisa struggled to sit up and was pinned down again.

The difference in skin tone between the two is a great sensory stimulus.

One thin, one strong.

The other man easily controlled Brisa’s hands with one hand, smiling coldly as his other hand ran up and down her white thigh.

Sensing her opponent’s intentions, Brisa fought more violently.

Fighting and lunging on hands and knees.

-Ah! Get out, get out!

Feeling the invasion of a foreign object in a sensitive place, Brisa let out a scream of horror.

She was already under the control of the drug, her body was full of longing, and she had long since lost her strength after some struggle. The struggle gradually weakened as the other woman gained the upper hand, and she could not even resist the changes in her body.

In the end, he even took the initiative to wrap his legs around his partner’s waist …

SJ Group.

-That club has a mandatory match today for VVIP customers only and I have sent someone there. If it’s true that… it’s Miss Brisa, we’ll bring her in as soon as possible.

Mateo said as he pushed open the door to the living room and entered.

From the look on his face, he had probably identified the person standing there as Brisa.

Dylan’s eyes turned dangerous and he said.

-Roberto, how is the investigation going?

-With a strong bottom, it will be difficult to knock it down and you have to have the leverage to take a hit.

-Tell Vincent.

-Sir?

Mateo looked at Dylan in surprise.

What would happen if Vincent found out about this?

Brisa, his favourite granddaughter, was taken to a place like that in Dylan’s territory and turned into a show pet, and how could Vincent let Dylan off the hook when he found out?

-Roberto has a background that only Vicente has the capacity to have there.

Dylan said calmly, not in the least sensing that he was showing weakness.

-I got it.

Mateo nodded and said no more.

Since it is Dylan’s decision, so be it.

Meanwhile, the club.

-Mr Roberto, unidentified persons are coming.

Roberto looked up, with mocking eyes.

-Is that so? I’ll leave him here, and take my men first.

-Yes.

Roberto nods haughtily as the men around him spontaneously enter a room and leave carrying the fainting Brisa. Her body is casually wrapped in just a jacket and several hickeys can be seen on her bare skin.

A group of people evacuated through the back door.

By the time Matthew’s men found him, it was a direct hit.

Matthew’s face turned sombre at the news.

-I’m sorry, sir.

Dylan said nothing, gesturing for Mateo to take care of things and not panic.

Only when it was light out there did Mateo contact Vicente’s assistant and ask him to pass on his request to speak to Vicente.

The assistant informed him before handing the phone to Vincent.

-Mr. Vincent.

Mateo said in a respectful tone, his brow furrowed immediately at the thought of what Dylan had asked him to say.

-Mateo, what can I do for you?

-Here’s the deal. …

-What did you say?

Matthew cried out at the sound of Vincent’s voice, which had become dangerously cold and stern.

He is only the messenger.

Repeating it carefully, Mateo adds.

-We, sir, have just suffered a deadly attack and are still in the hospital with serious injuries and are not awake for most of the day. Señor Vicente, I am sorry, but the Lord did not expect this to happen, and although Señorita Brisa has always been a selfish person and does not like to be bossed around, . . oops.

Matthew sighed, with a sigh of relief.

As if it were an endless lament and guilt, it is actually a statement that -Brisa is willful and arrogant, she doesn’t listen to others and does whatever she wants, and there is nothing they can do to control her.

To put it bluntly, it was Brisa’s fault that she fell into Roberto’s hands.

Mateo’s kind words and the fact that Dylan’s injuries were real meant that Vincent could only keep his anger bottled up for the moment.

-I will return home immediately.

Vincent hung up the phone when he finished.

Mateo doesn’t care if he drops his phone and breaks his cane.

He relayed Dylan’s message, wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his brow and breathing a long sigh of relief.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The wicked will have their own torment.

That Miss Brisa is a mean person who never thought she would meet a pervert like Roberto.

So yes, you still have to have a conscience, who knows how God will punish you after you have done something wrong.

Let’s hope Brisa will be lucky and not be completely ruined before she is rescued.