My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 43 - The Science of Perversion

Night lost its mind, day Syakil humane. Amara was even confused to see her husband now. After having breakfast for Amara, Syakil tidied up the room while the wife took a bath.

Not usually this man so diligent like this, Syakil stared at Amara who only wore a bathrobe and a small towel to wrap her hair, the habit of once finished bathing not directly change clothes, he said, amara has been like this since.

"Have you? For a long time you took a shower" Syakil said, staring at his watch, Amara took a shower for almost an hour.

"I forgot my mandatory bath .. So twice," Amara replied casually and made Syakil cough long enough, his wife had no intention of joking, but the answer caused her husband to choke.

"Why you?"

Amara is confused about why it becomes prolonged, when it happens as it is. The woman actually took a bath twice, and worse, Amara just remembered she missed the mandatory bath when she was almost out of the bathroom.

"So then, there may be someone who cursed me" he replied to his origin and approached Amara who was not far from him.

"Obati used to hurt you before you got dressed."

Since then he had prepared, external medicine that he had asked the waiter when Amara cleaned his body. Realizing that Amara was shaking again every time Syakil touched, the man let out a long sigh but did not stop trying to make his wife melt.

"Still angry?" syakil asked when Amara was sitting by his side.

Actually, yes, even this is more than angry. It's just that Amara can't possibly rebel and brush off Syakil's touch like a rapist.

"Open up" Syakil said suddenly with a super serious face at the moment.

"What do you want?"

The man who asked him to do so was Syakil, but somehow Amara was worried. Not only was Syakil afraid of the khilaf like last night, but he was a little amused if asked plainly in front of Syakil if brightly lit like this.

"Open up, Amara .. how can I treat the wound if it's closed like that."

Amara was too slow according to him, Syakil released himself but did not seem forced this time. Amara kept her chest closed, her forehead wrinkled as Syakil clucked.

"Keep your hand away."

The wound on his neck alone has not been treated Syakil, should if the intention of just treat it first that is open, thought Amara began to feel Syakil cunning extraordinary.

"His neck first, others let me alone," he said gently and then looked up to Syakil who was now frustrated.

"It's my responsibility, you're quite quiet, Amara."

As gently as Syakil remained, what he wanted had to happen right now. The man broke down his wife's body and put Amara's hand away, as quickly as Amara's body was clearly visible in his eyes.

Amara pulled the blanket to hide the waist down, so conscious that the shame was still that thick. Syakil just pulled the corner of his thin lips realizing what the wife was doing.

"Aaahh," said Amara when Shakil's fingers began to apply the external medicine on his neck and shoulders.

"Nake?" Syakil chuckled, the voice of Amara that was heard just now he interpreted as sighing.

"Why are you, then?" tanya Syakil imitates the voice of the wife and of course modified as if it really is a village.

"Crazy, what do you think?!"

After a night until morning he felt Syakil was so dangerous and made him choose silence, only this time Amara dared to taste it as well as the outpouring of pent-up emotions.

"Who knows, that's why I asked."

Very relaxed, Syakil's smile was clearly visible in Amara's eyes. The man seemed to be no longer as crazy as last night, Syakil's shady look was still pinned to every inch of his wounded body.

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"A lot of it," said Syakil to bite his lips, he was completely unaware that it would be this crazy.

Shakil's face was clearly looking regretful, the man threw his breath rough then refocused on treating his other bite marks.

"Why didn't you just hit me last night, Ra?" syakil asked closed his eyes, only realizing he should stop and not vent emotions on his wife so brutally.

"What time, you forget how long my hand you've been wearing that siallan belt?"

If he remembers actually wanted to slap Syakil's face many times. However, the woman still thinks and worries that Syakil is even more angry.

"I'm sorry, Ra .. I lost control, I was so out of fear of losing you" Syakil said honestly and indeed the reason was that, she wanted to give Amara some pressure if she could do even crazier things if she dared to walk away from him.

"I asked for an explanation all night, nothing more."

The wrong way to deal with the problem, the man should indeed explain it carefully. It's not crazy and finishing everything in bed.

The most powerful solution is only in bed.

The most perverted science of Mikhail that was not supposed to be Syakil practise last night, really made Amara even messed up and judged him as a man of no sense.

"I've explained, but your thoughts are too messy and it bothers me, Amara."

Although it is true that the main reason he married Amara is because the wife looks like her ex-lover. But his feelings have no difference at all. As scared as that he lost Amara because he had felt the pain of losing Ganeta, that was all.

"Don't love different souls in the same body, Syakil." Amara turned her face when saying that sentence, would be as good as Syakil if in fact he was just a substitute for Amara's heart as if crumbling without rest.

-tbc