Deep love: insatiable lover

Vanessa couldn’t understand it, she thought she had gone mad.

Because she was in hell, she wanted to drag more people to hell with her. So why should Orlando, the guilty one, get away with it? He was the one who most deserved to stay in hell with her.

-Why have you come?

Vanessa’s disgruntled question was like a fuse, and with a thud something exploded in Dylan’s mind.

He smiled angrily and scowled at Vanessa.

-I said don’t piss me off. But apparently, you specifically want to touch my bottom line. What good would it do you to provoke me, darling? The naughty ones are going to be punished.

Dylan’s voice was soft, but eerie.

Vanessa looked at him in despair and smiled.

-I didn’t mean to piss you off, I was just being honest. Dylan, you should know, I really want to get rid of you. Maybe next time I can go to Orlando myself and try it out.

-How dare you!

Dylan’s eyes widened as he felt he had been too soft on Vanessa.

-Vanessa, I’ll show you what happens when you piss me off.

Dylan smiled softly, his eyes so soft and full of the most intoxicating love in the world. But his movements were sudden, tearing the towel from Vanessa’s body.

He intended to punish her, and it wouldn’t be a punishment if he made her feel comfortable.

So there was no foreplay, she was penetrated directly.

-Does it hurt? It’s the same as me. So you’re going to experience the same pain as me.

Dylan was in pain too, but he kept smiling austerely. Looking coldly at Vanessa, he caught her expression. He gritted his teeth and accelerated his speed despite his discomfort.

There was a gradual lubrication, but the air was filled with the smell of blood.

-Does it hurt?

Vanessa looked at Dylan silently, smiling slowly with innocence and nonchalance.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Such a Vanessa was more of a provocation.

Dylan pursed his lips, his eyes full of sadness.

“Why? Why do you suddenly want to provoke me? And in such a way that a thousand of my enemies are killed? Do you really hate me so much? Damn you!”

Dylan couldn’t control his thoughts and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got and the more jerky his movements became.

The wrenching pain was ironically comforting, at least for a while, to suppress the pain in the heart.

Let’s say, for example, you injure your leg and it hurts a lot. At this point, when you hit your head against the wall, the more it hurts, the more you can ignore the pain in your leg, and the less unbearable it becomes.

It is strange, but it is the truth.

Vanessa’s way of forcing herself to endure it was to stare at Dylan’s face, imagining the pain and suffering she had brought on herself, imagining the rage and resentment in which he was imprisoned.

Surprisingly, she felt no pain and even managed to smile.

Dylan gradually lost his cool and started to become violent. In this contest, he lost his grip. For the moment, the right of control was in Vanessa’s hand.

It hurt a lot but she was happy.

Quite abnormal, wasn’t it? But she was the one who had gone crazy, who was in hell. The normal thing was to be abnormal.

No one took advantage of this punishment.

The pain is unbearable and the reluctance to admit defeat prolongs it.

When the unstoppable end came, Vanessa was surprised to feel regret in her heart.

“How did it end like this? It doesn’t hurt enough, it’s not enough.”

However, consciousness faded and the only thing Vanessa remembered before fainting was that she was still smiling.

And Dylan had come to his senses after an outburst.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air and Dylan’s reaction was unprecedentedly slow. He looked down in disbelief and instantly felt a choking sensation as he saw Vanessa, her eyes closed and her face pale.

-Vanessa?

He called her name and no one answered.

Dylan pulled himself out of it and looked down at the bed with a reflexively muffled grunt.

The bed was a mess at this point. The white mixed with the red was blinding.

-Fuck!

Dylan then realised that it was all Vanessa’s quest for self-punishment.

“Does he hate me enough to go to such lengths?”

Dylan looked at Vanessa with a complex expression of remorse and anger.

“Why? Why are you trying to get away from me?”

-Is it bad to stay with me? -he asked, frowning as he gently stroked her hair.

No one responded.

Dylan stood up with a start, but moved smoothly. He called Lucas first and told him to get here immediately, whatever he was doing, before taking Vanessa to the shower.

When he saw his red, swollen wound, Dylan’s hand couldn’t help but tighten and Vanessa stifled a grunt.

She hastily came to her senses and loosened her grip, but continued to glare angrily at Vanessa.

I wanted to wake her up and question her about why she was punishing herself in such a dreadful way.

But he could do nothing but get angry.

After a shower, Dylan took Vanessa, who had changed into her pyjamas, into the next room. Half an hour later, Lucas arrived with a first aid kit.

-Where is he? -What happened?

-She’s in there,” said Dylan. Be gentle, don’t wake her up.

Lucas rolled his eyes.

“Interrupting my good work to bring me here but not taking a good look at me.”

After a quick check.

-You will have a fever, so you will need infusion beforehand to reduce the inflammation. Also, go and help apply the medicine to the area where he is injured.

It was only a brief examination of the surface; after all, Dylan couldn’t let Lucas see Vanessa’s body, especially the most intimate parts.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

During the physical examination, Dylan made too many demands.

If it weren’t for the fact that they are best friends, Lucas would have left a long time ago.

Looking at Vanessa’s vulnerable face, Lucas couldn’t help but say.

-Orlando, if you really have your heart set on her, be nice to her. If not, it’s better to let it go, you’re not short of women anyway.

If this continues, something will happen to Vanessa.

Although Lucas had only accidentally glimpsed her collarbone, it was enough for him to guess how riddled her body was under her pyjamas.

“I didn’t think my good brother would have that preference.”

Lucas obviously misunderstood Dylan, but what he said was correct.

-Leave her alone? No way.

“So what if I’m not short of women? Whatever happens, I won’t let Vanessa leave me.”

-I heard Mateo say that Brisa is coming. So your house is being renovated?