Substitute Bride For Young Master
Chapter 99: How dare those dirty hands....

Kinara stared at the tripod about three meters away to his left anxiously. Three bodyguards wearing black masks were still in the room. One man operated a handycam, one man was near the door, while the other was behind Jericho.

That crazy psychopath couldn't possibly intend to do that to me in front of his bodyguards, right? Or maybe .... Nah! No way!

The girl closed her eyes and tried to dispel the worst possibility her husband's cousin could. He doesn't want to think about it. Do not want to guess, nor do you want to be silent and resigned. He opened his eyes again and watched the guards behind Jericho. There was a Colt M45A1 tucked into the man's waist. Oh, thanks once again to Lorie who has taught various types of semi-automatic weapons and how to use them. Now, he just has to find the right opportunity. Although the odds are only 0.1 percent, he will still try when the opportunity comes.

“Relax ... I will do it very slowly,” Jericho said with a meaningful expression, “ very soft until you will beg me not to stop,” he continued again while licking*t lips.

Kinara felt fed up as well as angry. “You can't possibly mean it,” Kinara said when she saw Jericho was now only about three steps away from her side.

He didn't really expect Jericho to be this close. The man seemed to have completely lost his mind. What grudge can make someone do something this crazy? Kinara really didn't understand. He choked when he saw Jericho take off his suit and give it to one of his guards. With a sly grin, the man loosened the ties and buttons of his shirt. Kinara knew that the man intentionally did it in slow motion to make her feel intimidated, and it worked. The girl began to feel trembling. He is in a position that is truly threatened.

“Why can't I mean it? Eyes replaced eyes, lives replaced lives. Isn't that right?” reply Jericho while releasing the last button. His chest that was field and clay was clearly visible. The smell of a masculine perfume wafted in the air.

Kinara turned her head in a puff. He did not want to ruin his eyes by staring at the indecent sight. After all, the smell of the man's perfume made him feel nauseous. Her eyes feel hot. He missed Alex. Want to roll in the arms of the man who makes him feel comfortable, feel .. loved ....

Why is he so long? Did granny not manage to contact the Smith family residence? Then .... What will happen to me now? What am I supposed to do?

The girl bit her lips hard. He was not prepared to be humiliated in this way. Better to die. Yes, he would rather die than have to bear this burden for life.

“I have no business with you at all. Why are you doing this to me? What's my fault?” cecar Kinara, still with his head turned towards the door.

“Your fault?” Jericho grinned widely. “Your only fault is being Alex's wife!”

“He's your brother. Why do such a horrible thing?

Jericho sneered cynically.

“Brothers? Huh! My blood relationship with the Smiths has been broken since they killed my father!”

“That's impossible!” exciting Kinara. Reflexes, he looked towards Jericho, returning the man's gaze full of anger, hatred.

“Close your mouth!” growled Jericho, “You know nothing about the waji*gan-baji*gan it. I can assure you, once you know what kind of rot Jonathan Smith has done, you will never want to be part of the breng*k family.”

“Mr Jonathan said you?” Kinara. “Then why do you insist on avenging Alex?”

Jericho scaled, scanning Kinara's body from toe to head. He stood in that position for a long time, until finally Kinara turned his face back. He feels sultry. Had it been Alex who looked at him like that, the situation would have been very different.

“You talk too much, Miss. Rightly so? Missy? You're still a girl, right? My disabled brother never touched you?”

That speech gave Kinara goosebumps. Especially not long after the mattress on his right slit, making the bed a little creaking. Kinara's entire body bristled. He did not dare to move or reply to Jericho's words.

“My guess is right, isn't it?”

Jericho grazed Kinara's hair and played the black strand, curling and craving the scent.

“Taste Alex really turned away,” Jericho teased as he chuckled, “Here used to love classy women who always smell good. But look at you now, vanilla-flavored plain girl?”

The man's right hand went down Kinara's cheek and neck. “But this plain girl will soon turn into an adult woman.”

“Keep that filthy hand of yours!” jolt Kinara while distancing her face.

Kinara's actions provoked Jericho's emotions. The man gripped Kinara's face and forced her to look up. His other hand separated Kinara's legs, then knelt between the gaps.

“Remember this fine, dirty hand that will satisfy you many times,” Jericho growled and then smeared*t Kinara's lips.

Kinara grimaced with pain. Jericho's check on his jaw felt very strong. He was very embarrassed by this position.

I must look like a cheap woman. So disgusting.

Kinara really wanted to cry, but was held back with all her might. He did not want to show his weakness, it would only make Jericho feel more in the upper hand.

“Umh!” erang the girl while struggling and trying to free herself from Jericho's hut. However, his two tightly bound hands made him completely helpless. Instead of breaking free, every move of the girl made her chest rub against Jericho's chest.

Jericho distanced his face. He looked at Kinara and rubbed the girl's lips with his thumb.

“Sweet,” murmured, then turned to the bodyguard standing near the tripod, “Make sure this is all well recorded.”

Benak Kinara is raging. His chest moved up and down irregularly. What happens if Jericho actually does his speech and sends this tape to the Smiths? What's he supposed to do? How can he live his next life?

“I'll teach you to be a charming grown woman in bed, Sweetheart ...”

“Dare to touch me again, I will kill you with my own hands,” sis Kinara with bulging eyes, “I will crush your hands and feet until you will crawl like a baby. I will destroy your only useless heirloom that will never be able to return to function properly. Stop before you regret it later.”

Kinara's words left Jericho wide open until his eyes narrowed. He pulled off his shirt and made the piece of cloth in any direction. With one loud jolt, Kirana's dress she pulled until the girl's smooth shoulder was clearly plastered. He widened his knees until Kinara's legs separated further and further. The man lowered his head, sniffing Kinara's entire face very slowly.

“You are not in a position to threaten me, Sweetheart. He stopped near the girl's earlobe, opened his mouth and licked*t with a sensual gesture. “Truly sweet and soft,”

Kinara's jaw is hardened. At the moment he did not dare to provoke Jericho with words or actions. The man was right, he was not in a position to threaten. He must immediately do something so that his speech did not become a mere bluff.

Think, Nara. Thought ....

Jericho brought the face back to Kinara's neck, bew*ap and biting the surface of the skin until a stifled moan escaped the girl's lips. The man laughed a little. He felt very satisfied to find Kinara's body stiffening beneath him.

“Emh,” breathed Jericho as he walked down Kinara's collarbone with his tongue, continuing to move down until he found two rubbery mounds that puffed tightly in front of his face.

The man slipped his finger into Kinara's shirt, removing the hook that held the very tempting dense blob. Slowly his fingers moved forward, wiping very carefully until he found a round of cherry that began to harden.

“Look. Your mouth screams maki and rejection, but your body gives a really honest reaction,” Jericho taunts while sharing his most annoying smile.

The man did not give Kinara a chance to answer. He immediately humbled the lips of the girl greedily. He pinched the top of Kinara's chest until the girl squealed, then her tongue barged in, colonizing it strongly and mercilessly. One hand kept guerrilla and bristling voids and spreading embers, while the other held Kinara's nape so that the girl could not turn away.

Kinara's breathing began to sound irregular. His body no longer gave a refusal. His back was curved as Jericho moved his face to the chest. Both of his hands clenched tightly as Jericho's tongue began to play there.

“Jer ... oh, Jericho,” Kinara. His body wriggled under Jericho's body with erotic*is. His head jerked backwards. “A-I ... I ...”

“Hum?” Jericho looked up, rubbing Kinara's face that was already covered in sweat, “enjoying it?”

Kinara bit her lips and nodded slowly. He turned shyly, but Jericho pulled his face and smeared his lips again.

“Say you like it,” urges Jericho. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw Kinara's face filled with the fog of passion.

“A-I love it,” replied Kinara while staring straight at the dark bead of jericho, “I want .. I .. I want to touch you too,” whispered Kinara slowly.

Jericho broke down, then stopped suddenly. He pressed down on Kinara's throat firmly until the girl coughed.

“Don't try to play around with me!” said the man without loosening his check.

Kinara's face flushed. His head feels heavy. It felt like he was almost out of breath when Jericho let go of his hand.

“Uhuk!” Kinara choked and coughed loudly as soon as the air re-entered her throat. His lungs were almost blown out.

“You will die if you try to fight me. Understand?”

“Cium me!” jericho ordered closer to his face.

Kinara nodded her head and pressed her lips against Jericho's lips. Very slowly, he lengthened the man's lips, persuading him to open, just as Jericho had done.

Kinara's rigid and hesitant tongue movements made Jericho heat up again. He tore Kinara's shirt violently, then smeared *t whatever his lips found. Then without warning he looked up, grabbed the knot on Kinara's wrist and let go. He stared intently at the girl below without saying a single word.

Kinara's fingers rubbed the surface of Jericho's chest, turning at two small hardened spots there. Kinara lifted her head, kissing the man exactly as the man had done to her earlier.

“Oh.” Jericho looked up with his eyes closed. “Smart girl. You learn very fast.”

“Hum ...,” murmured Kinara. His hand moved down, opened Jericho's belt and pulled him loose.

The girl passed her hand from the gap between her body and Jericho, as if to throw a belt on the floor. However, with one quick move he smashed his head into Jericho's chin with all his might. The man roared loudly while raising both his hands to hold onto his bloody chin.

Kinara took advantage of the moment to kick Jericho's groin, then rolled towards the bodyguard who had not had time to respond. All of this happened in no less than ten seconds.

Bruk!

Kinara rammed Jericho's body and pushed him against the wall. His hand moved as fast as lightning snatched away Colt who was tucked into the man's waist, then rolled over while unlocking the safety lock.

Dor's!

Dor's!

Dor's!

Dor's!

Two people fell.

Dor's!

“Sial!” maki Kinara takes cover behind a closet. Shot missed.

“Kill that unlucky girl*an!” jericho shouted after successfully mastering the agonizing pain. He crawled towards the tripod to retrieve the weapons belonging to his guards who were dying.

Kinara emerged from behind the closet with her hands outstretched.

Dor's!

Guards near the window collapsed with a hole in the chest. Even so, his right hand remained focused on Kinara. One last shot.

Dsien!

“Ah!” peekit Kinara's. His body jolted backwards quite violently. A bullet grazed his arm, blood seeping through the hand. There was no time to feel sick, the girl immediately got up and pointed her gun at Jericho who was after him.

Only one bullet left.

Kinara ran towards the man while aiming.

Dor's!

The pistols belonging to Kinara and Jericho barked almost simultaneously, but there was only one scream that echoed in the room.

Jericho fluttered on the floor, one of his kneecaps shattered. His gun was thrown under the bed. The man roared and looked at Kinara hatefully. He tried to get up and wanted to attack KInara. But the girl moved faster. He grabbed the bench and rushed towards Jericho.

Bugh!

“Bangs*t! I'll kill you, Foul Girl!” jericho exclaimed in a loud voice despite the blood rushing from his head.

Kinara limped and approached. A terrible soft laugh escaped his mouth.

“You are not in a position to threaten me, Bajing*n!” his sizzle with anger.

“Akh!”

Jericho was knocked over when Kinara's kick landed on his face. Puddles of blood on the floor were dragged, forming a strange pattern. The man's eyes were bruised and the blood drained, but Kinara did not want to stop.

“That dirty hand ... how dare it ...”

Brak!

Dugh!

Bugh!

"... touch me!"

“Akh! Nah! Stop!” jericho shouted while trying to protect his body. He curled up like a baby, but Kinara really did not want to let go.

The girl was like a fidelity, slamming chairs all over Jericho's body time and time again. Keep hitting and kicking even though the man's groin has been filled with pools of blood. Kinara's face was so cold and flat that he beat Jericho mercilessly. He did not stop even though Jericho's screams were no longer heard.

The girl seemed not to feel the throbbing pain that was creeping all over her body that was covered in wounds. He was not even aware when the door behind him was forcefully opened.

“Cinara!” exclaim Alex while rushing towards his wife, “Stop!” He hugged Kinara's body from behind, but the girl turned around violently and kicked him to the ground.

“Uhuk!”

Alex slouched down and got up while holding his stomach. “Nara, it's me ... Alex.”

Kinara's empty gaze slowly changed. She stood up and looked at her husband in a daze.

“Alex?” reworked.

“Ya. it's me. Sorry, I'm late.”

Alex really wanted to cry seeing the look of his wife. He felt very sorry he could not arrive early. "Did he hurt you?" ask her with a trembling voice.

Kinara did not answer her husband's question. He just kept staring at the man without blinking.

"Alex, you can finally walk again" he murmured before bursting onto the floor.

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