Husband Pay Miss Rania
Chapter 82 (The Chance of Having You)

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...Happy reading...

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Literature continues to follow Citra and Alex. His hands clenched as he saw Alex approaching Citra.

"P-sir, Hot!" citra said agitatedly, he was eager to take off his clothes to relieve the heat inside his body but it was impossible for him to do so because Alex kept following him.

Alex grinned, he continued to approach Citra and held the woman's hand slowly making the sense of heat in the body of Citra increasingly become.

"Want me help?" ask Alex in a soft voice.

The image that didn't know Alex's cunning intentions only nodded with great torment, Citra felt something strange on her body as Alex's hand touched her cheek slowly.

"Please, Sir! It's so hot!" citra said with great torment, he did not know what happened to him until it became like this.

"Come with me! I will make you heal" Alex said with a smile.

The image followed Alex's steps restlessly, he wanted the heat to immediately disappear from his body. Alex looked at Citra with a grin, his eyes pane passion when the movement of Citra was so sensual that evoked desire in him that Citra did not realize now he was under by Alex to the room.

Unbeknownst to both Literature continues to follow Alex. He didn't want Alex to do anything to Citra, a guy like Alex doesn't deserve to be. Only he is worthy of Citra even though he has ever hurt Citra but Literature will fix everything and promise to make the Image happy.

Alex supported Citra's body in front of the door. The image was astonished by what Alex was doing to her.

"P-pak away a little bit," Citra said holding a strange feeling in her.

"I'll make the heat in your body disappear Citra," murmured Alex stroked Citra's cheek slowly.

Alex drew his face close to Citra's neck and exhaled her breath slowly there.

"God..." The image immediately bit her lower lip as the voice she had been holding since then finally came out as well due to Alex's breathing on her neck.

Alex was seen grinning happily when Citra's reaction really made her happy. He wanted to have an image as soon as possible.

"P-pak what are you going to do?" ask Citra when Alex kisses her neck.

The image continues to bite his lower lip the heat that radiates on his body makes Citra helpless even to rebel alone very difficult.

The scene that made Literature hot before him made Literature clench both hands. Literature has stepped closer to Alex and Citra, he was eager to beat Alex, the face of Literature already really looks very angry holding jealousy because the image was touched by another man. The image should only be touched by him, that is the belief that Literature always applies in his heart and mind.

When he wanted to step up the voice of Alex's phone stopped his steps.

"Shit... Disturber!" swear Alex upset when he heard his phone ringing continuously but soon he will make Citra more limp and eventually Alex will bring Citra into the room until they will make love as much as possible.

Seeing the name of Eric on his phone inevitably Alex received a call from his om.

[What's the matter Om?] alex asked with restraining his frustration.

[To Om's house now, Alex. There's something I want to talk about! This is very important and tonight you have to come here] Eric said, which made Alex curse in his heart.

[OKAY... Wait a minute, Om] said Alex flatly.

Alex looked at the image deeply. "Get in the room and soak in cold water, don't leave the room until I get back. Understood?" alex said firmly.

My beautiful eyes and tormented face could only nod with resignation. Citra saw Alex's departure and she again wriggled uneasily. Citra continues to mutter hot words that make Literature look pity, he said, if Alex does not receive a call maybe he has finished off Alex but it is profitable for him because then Literature does not need to dirty his hands to beat Alex because Alex defiantly touched his.

Literature quickly approached Citra after making sure Alex was no longer in this place.

"Come with me!" the word Literature firmly draws the hand of Citra.

The clueless image with the presence of Literature before him was slightly shocked.

"Where are you taking me? I want this bath to be so hot!" racau Citra that makes Literature not bearable.

"Come on, Image! You are in danger if you are in this situation there could be an evil man approaching you," said Sastra firmly.

"What do you mean?" ask Citra with a stammer.

"You do realize Alex trapped you by giving you stimulants in your drink?" ask Literature with anger.

The image looked shocked, his eyes were teary because he did not expect that Alex would be as subtle as it was to him. But again and again the feeling of heat in his body makes Citra can not stand.

Literature pulled Citra up quickly to enter her room. He closed the door of his room quickly.

"Hot!" shouted the image that could express itself now.

Literature seems to be pitying what happened with Citra. He approached to Citra.

"Hot, Mas!" citra said restlessly even he forgot if he had called Literature with the name 'mas' like they were still husband and wife first.

Citra wanted to take off the clothes that made Sastra gulp her saliva violently. His has revolted down there that makes Literature curse in the heart.

"Please!" citra said with lirih.

Literature closed his eyes he looked at Citra deeply, without the word Literature kissed Citra's lips slowly. The image is not rebellious at all, he is no longer able to withstand the heat of his body even the kiss of Literature makes a strange noise on him more and more, his desire rose when the lips of Literature move on his lips gently.

Literature looked at Citra with eyes full of passion. "After this you'll never let go again, dear. No matter your anger because I'm the only man you deserve, not a cunning man like Alex" Sastra said softly.

Literature began to lead Citra to lie on the bed until both of them fell with Literature that overlapped the body of Citra.

"Tell me what to do, honey?!" satahari.

"Please touch me, Mom! I-I can't stand it anymore" Citra said nervously which made Sastra smile.

"You sure?" ask Literature slowly.

"Related! I beg you this is very hot," Citra said very depressed.

"Good but after this you won't be able to stay away from me anymore, honey. You are mine until anytime," said Sastra softly.

The image staring at Literature, he quickly kissed the lips of Literature in a hurry that made Literature smile because the effect of the medicine was huge for Citra. Even Citra was not shy to kiss her lips first

Literature releases the kiss of Citra. "After Alex's kiss I have to get rid of it first" said Sastra.

Literature kissed Citra's neck until she groaned by grabbing Literature's hair. The image was completely floating now even his sigh*nnya voice could not stand it at all.

"Ohhh..." The image of powerless to hold his sigh* that makes the passion of Literature more exploding.

Literary vigorously took off his clothes Citra until he freely played the twin mountains owned by Citra who used to be opium for him.

"It's still the same, honey. Still a favorite, Mom!" literature murmurs like a very thirsty baby.

The image puffed out his chest, he really could not control his voice. Even the hands of Literature have been playing in the sensitive area in the field there which increasingly makes Citra move with anxiety.

Impatiently Citra unbuttoned the Literature shirt. This body is still the same, it is still the most comfortable place.

"Please enter!" said Citra who was impatient even he was not aware that what he did would not be separated from Literature back after all this time Citra wanted to forget and release Literature in his life. But destiny has its own way of continuing to unite itself with Literature.

Literature groaned as hers was slowly sorted by Citra. His head seemed to want to break, until Literature widened the thigh Citra and pulled the hand of Citra up.

"You're mine, baby!"

"Akhn..." The image closed its eyes as Literature's property tried to enter. Until a few times then Sastra managed to immerse his property in the property of Citra.

Literature stroked the cheeks of Citra until their two eyes met a view. Flashes of activities like this in the past are reflected in their minds that make both of them unconsciously smile.

"You now know how destiny brought us back together? Your image belongs to Mas forever!" say Literature with lirih.

Cup...

Literature kissed Citra's forehead gently like what she often did when they made love first until a tear fell on Citra's cheek remembering their past but strangely the anxiety was no longer came to him. Could the image have healed with its trauma?

Literature is moving slowly, both of them really enjoy what they do before the next attitude Citra may be back to the beginning but it does not make Literature discouraged because starting tonight Citra again belongs to him.