Deep love: insatiable lover

-It’s time for me to go back,” Vanessa stood up and said.

Her face was a mask of exhaustion and she even stumbled as she stood up, Orlando immediately stepping forward to support her, wrapping his arms around her waist and feeling the warmth of her body that hadn’t been touched in a long time.

Suddenly, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Vanessa frowned and avoided Orlando’s body, which made her feel more comfortable.

-Go away.

-I’ll give you a lift, you’re very tired and it would be dangerous to drive like this.

-Orlando, at the moment we are not close enough to allow you to take me. I let you come because… Anyway, I don’t want to see you now, so go away.

Vanessa was adamant and Orlando could say no more.

-All right, I’ll go back first.

After a few steps, he stopped again, looked back at Vanessa and said with great affection:

-I know you don’t need my help, but I still want to do everything I can to protect you and watch over the Cazalla Group for you. Don’t worry, this will be resolved soon.

Vanessa, who was full of tiredness, said nothing.

Orlando, however, felt he had heard her promise and left with a sense of euphoria.

I had always thought that Vanessa’s change of attitude during this time was a sign of commitment; yes, how could she really be indifferent to his return when she loved him so much?

Coming out with great anticipation, Orlando was even more determined to step up his game and hollow out Gerardo.

When she was left alone, Vanessa’s face grew cold and uncontrollable disgust appeared in her eyes. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the lights on the ground floor, and felt an inexplicable pang of sadness in her heart.

He did it to get rid of Dylan and to get revenge.

There was no way he could forgive any of the people who had killed his father.

Melina had already been punished, disfigured by the man she loved and completely destroyed by the X-Bureau. Now that she had completely lost even her reproductive function and had her face scratched, it would be difficult for her to live in the future.

Even when Melina was miserable, Vanessa felt no sympathy.

The window reflected her unknown self, and Vanessa looked at it with a numb expression, slowly stretching out her fingertips to trace it.

Buzz…

The phone on the table vibrated constantly, the screen flickered loudly.

Vanessa looked again but had no intention of picking up the phone. Until the phone hung up automatically and she was plunged back into darkness.

Another moment passed before Vanessa returned.

He had just finished doing things when the door to his office opened violently.

-Why aren’t you answering your phone? -Dylan asked as he stepped forward, his eyes cold and stern as he grabbed Vanessa’s wrist.

Vanessa looked at him in silence.

-Why aren’t you answering the phone? -Dylan asked again, his tall body pressing against Vanessa, pinning him between her arms and the table.

-I didn’t hear it,” Vanessa replied in a calm tone.

Dylan frowned, his mind filled with annoyance:

-What’s wrong with you?

-I’m fine.

Vanessa lowered her eyes, looking as calm as if nothing had really happened, and as Dylan stared at her, he suddenly grabbed her chin and moved in to kiss her on the lips.

-Darling, don’t lie to me. You’ve got something on your mind, haven’t you?

He kissed her on the lips, slurring his words.

-No.

And why should Dylan know what was on his mind.

-Little liar.

Dylan chuckled softly as his large hands deftly slipped inside Vanessa’s dress, his thin, calloused palms pressed against the soft skin of her bottom, causing her to shudder.

-Good girl, tell me.

-I am very well.

Dylan insisted on asking, but Vanessa insisted on refusing to talk.

-Honey, are you challenging my level of patience?

Dylan’s eyes grew darker and darker, like invisible pools of cold, enveloping you, leaving you cold and unable to escape.

-No.

Vanessa realised that she had never really known Dylan, that he was indulgent and gentle with himself, that he spoke sweetly and did things to spoil her, but these were the things Dylan would like her to see.

It was the first time Vanessa had felt Dylan’s icy hardness towards her.

“It’s ridiculous.”

-I’m unhappy and you should know why, so why act aggressive and pretend you don’t know anything?

-How would I know if you don’t tell me?

Dylan turned around and sat down on the soft, comfortable couch, allowing Vanessa to sit face to face on his lap in the process. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they were close together.

-How long is your plan going to last? I’m tired of acting with Orlando, it makes me sick to face him every day.

It was the truth, and because it was the truth, it was not afraid to be scrutinised by Dylan.

-I’m sorry.

Dylan’s apology was insincere because Vanessa knew that the next time she was demanded, he would not hesitate to let her continue.

What a monstrous relationship.

-Since you’re in a bad mood, let’s do something to make you feel better.

Dylan finished, smiled slightly and grabbed Vanessa’s small earlobe, grinding it ambiguously with his teeth, his meaning clear.

Vanessa’s body shuddered inexorably, her heart ached with indescribable grief, but her arms reached out, wrapped around Dylan’s neck and tilted her head up to place her red lips on his.

“Is there anything to fear when you are already so strange? Hell or the abyss, now that you have chosen, you must let yourself go.”

-Baby, you’re very enthusiastic tonight.

Dylan lovingly caressed Vanessa’s soft skin, leaving a lustful red kiss mark on her collarbone and chest. The two sat on a chair and made love in a head-on embrace.

-Darling, do you want to move?

Vanessa narrowed her eyes and filled her face with silence.

At this moment, she was as rapturously beautiful as a poison that attracted degradation.

At Dylan’s words, she slowly curved her lips into a flirtatious smile. The pink tip of her tongue ran across her lips, erotic and seductive. She wrapped her arms around Dylan’s neck and undulated against his body.

-Yes, that’s right, impressive.

-Do you like it? -Vanessa asked with narrowed eyes, her fingers brushing Dylan’s chest.

-I do like it.

Dylan’s face was buried in her breasts, feeling the desperate initiative of the person on top of him, the beast in his heart trying to break free.

The two made love with particular intensity, and when it was over, Vanessa fell asleep in Dylan’s arms, as sleepy as ever.

Her hair covered her forehead and eyes, exposing only her luscious red lips, which looked sexy.

Dylan’s hand stroked her back as if he were putting a child to sleep.

His eyes narrowed and he narrowed the sharp, bright light in them.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The kitten was over-enthusiastic and uncharacteristic.

The way he acted made Dylan feel his determination to leave. It made him very uneasy, but without showing it.