Deep love: insatiable lover

-Sir, how are you feeling?

Dylan dropped his eyes to his bandaged abdomen, his expression not changing in the slightest.

-No harm done.

A bullet in the abdomen was nothing to Dylan. When he arrived abroad, he had to walk on the edge of the most dangerous places to survive, and was always exposed to swords and darkness.

Injuries were common, even near death on several occasions.

So a bullet in the abdomen is nothing.

-Take care of the police department, I don’t want any negative news to get out. Also, keep the news of my hospitalisation a secret and don’t let outsiders know about it.

Once the news of his gunshot wound became known to the outside world, the media would undoubtedly turn to the internet. By then even Vanessa would be able to see him in Dorencia and I didn’t want to worry her.

Especially now that Vanessa is not alone.

-Yes.

Mateo only thinks that Dylan wants to keep the news a secret because he doesn’t want to make a scene.

Seeing the weariness in Dylan’s features, Mateo told him to get some rest.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

In the dimly lit room, Brisa’s eyes snapped open. At the sight of her surroundings, her face turned white and she sat up abruptly.

-What’s going on here?

He exclaimed, his face turning even bluer at the sight of the unclothed contraptions on his body.

-Roberto! Roberto!

She remembered asking Roberto to accompany her to the bar for a drink and asking him to get her something more exciting to play with. Then she drank too much, and then her memories were lost.

But why had he woken up in this hell, and what was that muslin on his body?

No matter how much Brisa shouted, no one responded.

Angry and frightened, she had to cling to the only thing that kept her body warm, though muslin was no different from no clothes at all.

Getting out of bed, Brisa tried to leave. But she reached the door and found she couldn’t open it.

In the room there was nothing but ambiguous, hazy light, a bed in which he had just woken up, a door that wouldn’t open and strange glass panes that took up an entire wall.

From the inside you can’t even see outside, so Brisa has no idea what is going on at the moment.

I had no idea that this glass could see from the outside.

At this moment, in the foyer, decorated like a small luxury cinema, men in suits and masks are looking with interest at Brisa, who is in the room in a state of panic.

The more nervous and frightened she became, the more excited the outside observers became.

In particular, she was wrapped in tulle, which made her look flirtatious.

-What’s going on? How did this happen Roberto, Roberto come out here.

The room is specially conditioned so that no sound can be heard from outside.

It was like enjoying a pantomime.

Brisa was white with misery and kept banging on the door.

shouting Roberto’s name at the top of his lungs in anger.

Gradually, she felt her body heat up and her hands and feet go limp. At the same time, a disturbing longing suddenly arose in her heart, driving her to the brink of madness.

-How did that happen?

What’s wrong with him? Has his body become so strange?

Brisa’s breathing became short and she paced restlessly around the room.

She felt a special thirst for something to drink, and the craving in her body grew stronger and stronger. It was as if a person who had been starving for three days and three nights suddenly saw a table of delicacies in front of her emitting a tantalising aroma, only to find a glass blocking everything when she took a step forward.

It was clear that if I broke the glass, I could eat whatever food I wanted, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break it.

-It’s so difficult, it’s so difficult.

Brisa murmured uncomfortably, tightening the muslin around her body with one hand and covering her neck with the other.

How thirsty.

Unable to resist swallowing, Brisa became annoyed to the point of frenzy.

I wanted something to drink, I wanted to control the body that was getting stranger and stranger.

But no.

The sensations rising from inside her body became deeper and deeper, more and more uncontrollable, and she began to struggle to tear the muslin from her body.

Those watching outside became even more excited, their eyes behind the masks glittering with wicked lust, eager to see Brisa rip the veil from her body and reveal her freshly made torso.

It was as if you could hear the sound of the muslin tearing.

The men in the room gulp as Brisa’s body is unreservedly revealed, along with the look of fear and panic on her face.

The body becomes more excited.

-Is it hard on your body?

A familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears, and if Brisa had been sober she could have heard that it was Roberto’s voice.

But now she was so manipulated by unbearable agitation and her nerves so overwhelmed by panic that she could not make out anything.

Just the sound of voices made her happy. Because at last someone was talking to her, she could understand what the hell was going on and she could order something to drink.

-I’m thirsty, I want water.

-Do you want water?

-Give me water!

shouted Brisa frantically, pacing the room anxiously.

-If you want to drink water you have to behave.

Brisa wanted to lose her nerve, but another surge of thirst forced her to give in. Her voice softened and she said pleadingly:

-What do you want me to do?

-Good boy, get down on your knees and pucker up.

Brisa remembered how naked she was, and her heart resisted as she unconsciously shook her head.

-Then there is no water.

-No!

Brisa immediately shook her head.

It wants water, especially, especially wants water or it will die of thirst.

The desire for water transcends everything.

Brisa followed Roberto’s orders and stood on the floor, her white buttocks puckered upwards and towards the glass.

-Good boy,” Roberto laughed softly, his voice soft and wicked. See that thing on the floor? I’ll give you water if you’re good enough to put it in yourself.

Once the beginning is made, the little shame in the heart is gradually discarded.

Such is the case of Brisa.

He hesitated only a few seconds before doing as Roberto told him.

Soon a glass of water appeared before her.

Brisa takes it eagerly and drinks it all in one gulp.

But the strange sensation in my body had not yet been suppressed and the feeling of thirst grew stronger.

She frowned in anguish and muttered:

-It’s not water, it doesn’t work! What is it? -He struggled to find the answer, “It’s wine! I want the wine Roberto used to give me to drink.

Inexplicably, Brisa was sure that the wine would alleviate her symptoms.

Once you think about it, the longing in your heart multiplies instantly.

-Roberto, give me the wine!

-If you want a drink, be a good boy and cooperate, okay?

-I will cooperate.

-Very well,” came a low laugh, wicked as the devil: “Someone will come later, and you will behave yourself.