Heart Darkness
chapter 108 Save Me From The Dark!!!
The cold gaze did not look like passion, the burning tempest was just anger, just like that when the cruel lips of free will wallowed at the neck of the Irish who did not know how to stop cursing anger. The sharp growing new beard on Hellton's hard jaws rubbed against the soft cheeks accompanied a desperate scream containing curses and swearing.
As if deeply disturbed, Hellton stopped by the lips that kept cursing in panic, stop the rant. Swipe his tongue between the rhythms of the painful cavity. His eyes hit the Irish brown eyes, forcing the victim to accept the fondling or he would appear more greedy and more violent. The pupils widened as if shouting; save me from this darkness, the man answered the call. He pursed his cleavage on the eyelid which immediately closed as he was about to land there, he said, fumbling the corners of the Irish eyes back to the lips that had been completely bruised by the primitive pull and suction until the Irish complained of pain.
"You and your lips are not saved, Irish Bella. Do you know how many begundals like me want to sleep with you because of the vowels and consonants you put out of your lips? I made a little crack, be careful next time! It's not much!"
"You damned demon!"
"I was born there!"
The smiling man raises one corner of his lips as a sign that he has ignored it. He again gave a gentle swipe one - two - three, as if apologizing before naturally controlling the fondling, making a joyful adventure for himself. Without caring about the Irish who are out of breath due to wrath, breathing one-on-one while the body is as hot as the shock of the black rising that can not be controlled. It is stiffened by anger but runs out of energy to revolt. His thighs were embedded on the bed, firmly entwined on the strong and hard masculine thighs, immediately feeling his thigh bones were holding up against the kilo of concrete.
"Don't do this, I beg you! Let's talk. I'm sorry for offending you. Tell me what you want and let me go!" the thrill grew even more frantic as the tail of his eyes caught the might ready to fight. Irish creeps scared half to death. Finish history.
He began to weld better than swear words only more and more for the man to apply crazy movements, over his body, leaving many traces on the surface of his skin that was not ruled to bristle.
"Slowly Irish, I've been hooked. You should have thought about that before attacking. Get an umbrella before it rains."
"All right, I'm sorry. Please don't touch me!" Begging forgiveness for the man to soften.
"Don't worry I won't be more wild and violent than this, Irishak. I always prioritize pleasure and intensity" persuaded the cold and haughty man. "Criminals like me, like adventurers and always flow freely. You know, as if programmed, I always say your name every time I breathe. Seeing you fiery on the glass screen or social media, I always wanted one thing, making love to you in slow motion then burning wild. A scorpion woman like you Irish, is actually passionate and intimate. Where is your courage and arrogance? You'll feel me until you want me more. I promise you."
The man knows Scorpio is his star and how far the man knows himself, only God knows. This demon even detailed in detail his personal data as well as the curves of his body as if he was the owner.
And serious words are not just a nonsense threat because Irish actually swallowed something urgent into his body, walked around him by force, stabbed deeply and stabbed until he felt torn apart.
"Cursed you!"
The woman curses harshly when she finds out she has been raped by a strange, strange man who looks terrible at smiling. Crude friction, bar-bars, create pain and he is completely weakened by being surprised by the emotional pounding that moves so intensely in his body. Running out of words to curse and a detached grip, Irish closed her eyes with the backs of crossed arms, unable to see the cruel face that experimented on her body.
"You hurt me," lamented the Irish finally half-crying. He was handed over by the man he wanted to a foreign man he wanted, then desecrated sadistically. His arrogance was evaporated by the arrogance of the man lying on his stomach on it.
"How dare you wander around with your virginity and wander in this vast jungle, Irishak? Too na'if." The verbal scorn that slaps.
"Stop! Please do! Whatdoyouwant?"
There is no dream marriage with a long veil as a veil of chastity. The man had taken from him. "For God's sake, I swear I'll avenge you!" Bluffing but hesitating.
"All right, I'll wait. You challenged a lot of criminals to come to you, you might get entangled with one more ruthless than me! Just enjoy me, Irishak!" pinta Hellton again seemed to talk that what he did would not be comparable if the Irish were found by other mafia. While by her, Irish felt life had ended, shattered into pieces. Irish vows to kill this man and avenge Hellton Pascalito's evil deeds on him. By oath, the Mafia like Hellton Pascalito have many lives. They could die today, disappear tomorrow and live the next day.
The man took away the hands of the Irish and wiped away the tears from the face that was shining dim but full of wrath and heartache on her. Helpless is very innocent and created naturally to be stared at. The fragility that is often disguised as sharp and bold vocabulary when attacking them, is now not hidden. When the fine hands tried to push his sturdy body, the man locked his Irish hand with his own hand on the nape of his neck.
The spies darkened and every corner shriveled. Without sighing, snuggling in silence was only a breath that could not deceive, roaring powerfully at the tender, resigned face. The sound of cows in the distance as well as the chirping of church birds squeaking out there contain an accompaniment about an expression of emotion should be a clear nuance, love and affection is not a wild and arbitrary passion.
The gentle dancing of the man changed the flow; fast, loose, impatient, out of control. The grip on the Irish hand was getting tighter. He held a groan at the tip of the lip when his impingement needed to be completed, reached critical points, exploded like boiling water in a hot spring crater, could melt anything touched. Something warm gushed out without being prevented and the huge hard body sank into the final blow before clinging to the demands, grabbing the Irish into the arms of her Irish lover and having to dock with her. The Irish resisted with a few watts of energy remaining, not strong enough to be considered a form of resistance.
"Find a way to go and I'll happily chase you, Irishak!"
No speech, no shaken shoulders just a breath of pain and anger. Stooping his head with his own palm, Irish was unable to move to escape from the possessive embrace. Long and torturous, just lying in a terrifying void. His body was covered before being brought back. Irish endured the sleepiness, lying in bed with a stranger, whose identity was unknown. He didn't want to ask, because he was numb. Including, when the tinkling of the broken utensils sounded from the middle room. The smell of food and something sweet. Irish doesn't care.
"You know, there was a family, her daughter was kidnapped on her 12th birthday and she disappeared without a trace of her grieving parents. What do you expect from this life? They do not have enough money to find and surrender to circumstances. How many more? You're just trash that's ruining the social fabric of life."
Irish talk slowly between angry, complaining, cursing. The whole joint hurts, especially the thighs may be bruised by pierihan. Still can't believe he was fucked by a Mafia and now the furry little hands hold him strong. The heart even beats on his back.
"Send me the details, I'll help you, Irishak" Hellton said. If that girl's still in the black hole, I can get her out of there."
"He wasn't there, the site took him out as a 'sold out' purchased by an anonymous account. How fate? She may have been held in the basement, raped repeatedly and given birth to many children" Irish said.
"Send me the profile!"
"Do I have to believe in criminals? You even just took away my chastity," hissed Irish indignantly.
Hellton's gusts of breath were rough on his nape. "Criminals like me are not good at seducing, we are used to, to the point, attacking immediately. You'll get used to it."
"No one will get used to it" the Irish sambar firmly held the pain on his lips. His voice was trembling with anger. "Take me off! Promise me, I'll be gone soon and you'll be free to commit your crimes. I will seek asylum from the government that can protect me and release the cases and evidence to others. Master the world with evil as you wish" said Irish sounding desperate. He just wants to go back to his apartment and disappear tomorrow morning on the first flight. He will go to Iceland and live quietly there.
"You're under my watch, no mobster would dare touch you, as long as you're with me" Hellton said.
"I don't trust anyone" Irish replied.
"You'll still be hunted!"
Carlos Adelberth will help him escape before the trial begins. He just had to call Carlos and ask for help. The man can smuggle himself in Hercules and get out of the country unnoticed. He would go to Iceland and write a book there.
"What about the girl you're looking for?" ask Hellton not to let go of Irish.
"You'll find it for me, I'll just trust you, let's just say I've paid you off with my body" said Irish coldly. This crazy guy who hugs her, doesn't use protection and Irish can't take a pregnancy-preventing pill or something. Or he'll drink a full bottle until it froths and dies. No, just hope he's not in his fertile days to create a baby out of criminals.
"A dazzling snobbery!"
Even his arrogance had been harassed. He just had to go quietly and hide.
Hellton got up from the bed, put on his clothes and went out. He came back with a bag of clothes. The Irish dress shirt has been damaged by a passion full of anger.
"I can't get you home, Irish. There's a lot you want out there! You'll stay here!"
"No!" Irish got up from the bed withstanding the pain. "Who are you? Why haven't you answered my question since, who are you?"
The man in front of him without a smile only looked at him coldly and sharply.
"My guess is right, you're one of the Familly Clubs closest to Diomanta?"
"Yes, I'm Sunny Diomanta's cousin. Elgio Durante's wife is my father."
Irish woke up and wanted to drag her step.
"You're just a bunch of demons. You'll let me go" said Irish, seizing the bag from Hellton's hand, removing the clothes from the inside and getting dressed immediately.
"No, you can't go. It's very dangerous out there!" Hellton was impatient, holding the woman's arm stubbornly.
"Let me call someone! You got a cell phone?"
With hesitation, Hellton thrust his cell phone and Irish called Carlos. Haru was blue as Carlos answered his call.
"Carl, I need your help!" sambar Irish as Carlos's voice rang out at the end of the connection between the roar of the helicopter.
"Irish, what's wrong? I just got back and I have to report to headquarters. Did something happen?" carlos sounded worried. He never called Carlos aware of his circumstances.
Not answering, Irish bit her lower lip.
"Irish's? Where are you? Are you in trouble again? Tell me where are you? I'm gonna pick you up?"
"Can you come to me somewhere?" Irish sends the location and he impatiently wants to get away from Hellton who is looking at Irish and knows that the woman is calling Carlos Adelberth, one of the country's best soldiers.
"I can protect you, Irish," said Hellton stiffly.
"No, you just calm down. I won't drag you, you're free to commit crimes with your family. I don't expect you to teach that innocent ponaan of yours to be a villain" he exclaimed. "I'll send you the profile of the missing girl. Please find him." Irish spoke in a low tone.
The dress fits perfectly with her body. He looked for a scarf and covered his head, stumbling away from the room. Helicopters are heard on a quiet night. Irish didn't think Carlos would come with that thing. He rubbed his cold arm away towards the landing of the helicopter. Hellton chases with a large jacket in hand, forcing it to blanket his body. Irish wanted to throw the man into the plane's propeller, refusing to look at the man who had damaged him, not wanting to see him in the slightest. Carlos jumped down from the helicopter still in military uniform coming at him with long steps.
Irish ran there as if afraid Hellton would change his mind and catch him.
"Irish?!" Carlos did not hesitate to hug him, observe the unusual face, looked towards Hellton who was fixated at the end of the meadow with an unpredictable look as if he wanted to jump over the fence and chase after Irish but was blocked by something.
"Did he hurt you?" Carlos squinting. He tracks down the location of the ranch and discovers that it belongs to a very influential man but does not actually appear in public publicly, blatantly, one of the business people behind the scenes and has many pseudonyms. Hellton was almost untouchable because he was so secretive.
"Can we just get out of here? I should have listened to your advice, I should have gone with you, Carlos Adelberth," the gray Irish replied regretfully.
"Did he hurt you?" ask Carlos again. Hellton was still there, silent. Carlos pulled off the jacket and checked the Irish but there was not enough light. He drove Irish away from there and when Irish was struggling, Carlos knew she had been hurt. Carlos carried the Irish and took her on a helicopter. They don't leave, he checks on Irish. Flushed neck, fine lines around the jaw, bruised hands, Carlos inflamed, grabbed a weapon and was about to jump down. Hellton looked unsteady even though Carlos had held a weapon in hand. Irish hugged the angry man's arm.
"The carl?! Can we just go?! Save me, please!"
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Because each character is related, I can not tell one character without involving other characters in this novel.
This is like the last chapter on Irish. I wish anyway....
Did Elgio manage to persuade the angry Marya?! How's Reinha?!
Wait me up ....