Chapter Twenty Seven

The following morning, as my sleepy eyelids slowly opened, I let out a scream, which caused my heart to skip a beat since Ronald was sitting in front of me, looking weary and drinking something. What brought him here? If I recall correctly, I locked my door last night, but how?"Extra key.""Huh?"

"That is what you are contemplating." He said this as he sipped his drink. My pink cup is that. My mind became aware of everything, so I wrapped a blanket around myself. Thankfully, he did not perceive me in that way. But coming this way is bad. He placed the cup on a table while shrugging. Now his attire has changed. Where is he coming from?

"You lied once more, Rose. Now what?" The biggest liar, indeed.

"What do you mean, exactly?" He learns about me. She informed him. Indeed, why not? My face is losing all of its color.

"Last night, your blood was on me." I looked away when our eyes locked. He drew nearer until he sat down next to me. When he holds my face in his hands, I'm in shock. I first experienced the same apprehension. His tender gaze made me swoon.

"I thought..."

"Why? You simply allowed me to berate you. It's your first time, and what have I done?" No, please don't cry. Yet I sob.

"I'm not sure."

"You're in pain. The first time is extremely traumatic; therefore, I forbid you from coming. Jesus." He laid his head on my shoulder. Don't melt, would you?

"You hurt me once again."

"I'm truly sorry." Last night, I had the impression that he didn't give a damn. Our love is eternal. He just proved to me that he still has feelings for me when his lips touched mine. My day begins with a blessing kiss. His frantic, soft lips licked mine. I started talking to him without thinking about it. He has a ginger and sugar flavor. Very sweet.

"Before I screw you again, Rose, halt." Yet I am unable. It's now a drug for me. I sigh, and he sighs simultaneously.

"Allow me to see you." I stop and push him away right away.

"What?" He begins removing my blanket. What? No.

"What are you doing, Ronald?" I jerk away as he completely ignores me.

"Stop; it won't happen, I say." Shaking my head, I wrapped a blanket around myself.

"I need to see because we already fucked."

"What?"

"How aching are you?" I'm blushing so much from humiliation. Are you hot? Indeed, how is it even possible for him to think?

"You're not a doctor."

"Let's play doctor then." He is a fool.

"You shouldn't worry about it." He grabbed my leg and pushed me towards him when I attempted to stand up. He carries me. He does this while giggling. He also beams. Wow.

"Open up your legs." Oh my goodness, it seems so hot and dirty.

"Ron, please, it looks so."

"Hot."

"Dirty."

"Same thing."

"No."

"Rose!" I covered my face with the blanket while I was lying down. I appear to be a rose. Pink or red when fully flushed. There is no way I could have followed his advice. From his side, there is no sound. How is he acting? I exposed my face, and I caught him looking at me. He is looking at me, so I quickly cover my face once more.

"Lovely Rose, your pussycat is beautiful." I'm going to pass away. He used vulgar language. Someone either threw me in or gave me water. When he touched me with his chilly finger, my gasp sent me over the brink.

"Rose, you look hurt and crimson. Don't think, though, that it's stopping me from seeing you. You have no idea how I'm keeping myself under control here. I'm working hard and so eager for you." He's tough? How does it appear right now? I also want to see him. He felt so large and heavy last night.

"Look at me."

"No."

"You're very."

"Sexy." He revealed my face, and his dark, lust-filled eyes met mine, saying, "Dirty." He appears so dashingly in need.

"Get up." is a command, and I comply. I watch his eyes to make sure they are not on me when I'm sitting. We could easily touch each other.

"Give me your hand," he commanded, and I obeyed. When he lies on his hardness, my heart skips a beat. He is hefty and firm. I dragged my hand up and down, and he sucked and grabbed me by the neck. He reacts so seductively.

Yet for the first time, I feel comfortable and honest with him.

"Don't do that." My very first dream was touching him, and now he's telling me how he responded. He stops my hand after I repeat the action.

"Rose, don't play with fire. You'll catch fire." The first time, his proximity and firm hold made me feel hungry.

"If I want to burn myself for your pleasure, what should I do?"

"I provided everything you requested."

"I need you."

"Are I sufficient for you?"

"Yes." As soon as I finished speaking, he shoved me aside. His face quickly disappears beneath the cover. A moist sensation went through my body. Shit! He has a tongue. He is licking me, and his lips and tongue are the only soft things.

"Ronald."

"Give it to me, baby. Everything that I want is merely one of your tests." Although he is taking his time, I struggle to hold on. The last time, the influence was still on me, and I'm so ready to spread it.

"Rose, you're hot. Smooth and gorgeous While panting and trembling." I tightly clutch the pillow in my hands. His tongue demonstrated its magic with each passing second. My mind was hypnotized by lust's enchantment.

"Ronald, could you please...?"

"You appear to be having fun. Take hold of my hair as firmly as you like." My hand landed on his silky hair. Now I can't stop myself. Each compartment has an internal lock. This time, he is sucking me slowly and deeply rather than hurting me.

"Come on, Rose." Closed eyes and wide, open legs matched his beat.

"R.."

"Such as. Ride my tongue. Fucking What is yours? Take it. My mouth, fill it with your come." I closed my eyes and saw a rushing galaxy and stars. A scream is followed by everything locking from the inside.

"Ronald." I made a strong, forceful entry. I bring his mouth close while I'm trembling a lot. For me, it's paradise. His mouth is incredible. I'm being drunk in his mouth. Only his mouth has ever touched me here. What's going on with him? He feels bad about what he did to me.

"What are you reconsidering?" He stops me as I start to stand up and shake my head.

"We have not finished." What? My horrified eyes were wide open. He might want me back, but I can't. I won't be dealing with him right now. But something caught my eye.

"You only need tablets and cream, so don't worry." As he applies, I once more recline and close my eyes. He acted with such compassion.

"I have to leave."

"Don't leave." He was walking when I stopped him. He observed me silently for a moment before his face once again transformed. He's back—the nasty one.

"Keep your healing time today, but come back tomorrow at the same time and address." And suddenly, he vanishes. What stops him? I know he still cares about me.

Laura

I continued to lie down after he left before taking a shower. Today, I'm going to a job interview. My employment search was aided by Todd. Yet, it isn't what I want. Yet even so, I consented. I begin working on my objective after breakfast.

On the street, my entire day vanishes in an instant. I discovered two jobs. One for the early shift and one for the late shift. Today makes me very pleased. My need for cash is a top priority. I have enough money thanks to Ronald. But this money is used for something else. Father Anthony requires funding for the schooling of his kids. For his children's promising futures, he needs money. This could be able to assist him. Compared to young children, I don't care about my self-respect. I feel a special affection for them. My entire past always appeared in front of me whenever I saw them.

My door was open when I got home after a hard day. My expression lights up with joy. My expression lights up with joy. Ronald returned. Yes, he arrived. I start to run but halt at the front since Ronald is not seated there.

"Who are you?"