ZANNA
ZANNA Part 22, Kissing

Looking at the tired-looking Zanna, Nicko let the woman rest. But before that, he asked Zanna to help him into bed. With a murmur Zanna helped and then closed her eyes, ignoring Nicko by sleeping on his back.

Nicko who was behind Zanna once in a while, glanced at that slender back. He remembered what Zanna had been doing lately. And it pisses her off because she can't keep an eye on Zanna herself.

"Damn it! I have to heal if I want to know for myself what this woman is doing" Nicko's inner self and took his phone typing a message to Tom.

"Tom, find the best doctor for me."

Tom, who heard the incoming message on his phone, opened it and read it. After that reply to his young master's message.

"Doctor? What doctor sir?" tom asked confusedly.

Nicko who reads curses is upset. "Bas stupid."

"Of course the doctor healed my leg. Indeed especially?"

"So you want to take medication, sir?"

"If you ask any more questions, I'll kill you!" I was upset because Tom asked so much.

"Young master, I'll find the best doctor for you. But___?"

"But what?

"Where should I look?"

Nicko who reads stupid messages Tom is eager to hit the head of his assistant who sometimes slow it.

"I don't want to know, the important thing is that I can and can heal me immediately. Want to be abroad even though it's okay," replied Nicko really wanted to kill his assistant.

"Ah, well young master, I'll find him."

The message was no longer answered by Nicko. He breathed his head towards Zanna. "After I recover, see that you won't be able to escape my gaze," inner Nicko smiled.

One day later, Tom reported that he had found the doctor. But it was abroad, and it was inevitably Nicko had to go abroad in a period of time that was not determined for his recovery.

"Huh, Tom as long as I'm there, you should be watching my wife. Whatever he does when he gets out, you have to tell me."

"Good young master. You don't have to worry, I'll monitor the young lady wherever she goes."

"Good, later in the afternoon I will go directly abroad between me to the airport. Ask Boy to accompany me there to take care of my needs."

"Okay sir." replied Tom nodding.

Boy is, his confidant in his gang members, the Reaper Gang owned by Nicko, a group of gangs that are chaired by him without the knowledge of his family.

After commanding Tom, Tom returns and Nicko returns to the room. When he opened the door, he saw Zanna coming out. Zanna stared indifferently, while Nicko with his cold face.

"Where are you going?" ask Nicko.

"It's none of your business" Zanna replied casually, stepping her feet about to leave Nicko. But as he passed, Nicko pulled the wrist.

"What the hell, get off!" Zanna tried to let go of that hand.

"Come in the room" he ordered

"Let the woman cook. Now come with me, "heat that hand while pushing his own wheelchair.

"Hey, what the fuck are you, let go!"

Nicko kept pulling until Zanna came in and after that let go of his hand. Zanna who saw Nicko always seemed to look at her head, crossed her chest staring at her husband's hostility.

Before that Nicko locked the door and now they look at each other. Nicko who was looking at Zanna with a hostile look, he smirked.

"I'll be out of the country later this afternoon. There's something I'm working on there. Help me get everything ready, "he asked because he couldn't prepare what needs he would bring. And he was forced to ask Zanna to prepare her needs, namely clothes and others.

Zanna who heard Nicko was going abroad squinted. "You're going?" ask Zanna and get no answer. Nicko was too lazy to repeat his words.

"Damn it! You suck!" zanna's anger in my heart.

"How long are you gonna be there?" ask Zanna hoping Nicko answers her questions this time.

"Until it's over."

"Does it take a few months?" ask Zanna again. If until it takes several months, it will benefit him in finding members outside.

"Why do you want to know? Never play behind my back when I'm not around. If I ever find out you did something I didn't want to do, it's over" Nicko solemnly threatened.

"You think I'm gonna cheat? But maybe it is, because my husband never pleases me" Zanna replied mockingly.

Nicko who heard Zanna as if insulting her clenched his hands, his breathing went up and down. let alone remember as if Zanna said that she was useless as a husband in bed.

"Basic fucking woman!" inner Nicko pulls Zanna's hand and makes Zanna cling and eventually falls into Nicko's lap.

"What are you doing?" annoyed Zanna rebelled trying to get away from Nicko. But Nicko locked the body with his hands.

"Isn't this what you want?" ask Nicko to slip his face around Zanna's neck.

"Hey, what are you doing? How dare you!" angry her. But he could not escape because Nicko hugged the body tightly.

Nicko who was on Zanna's neck inhaled a fragrant scent on that body. It was so soothing, the scent of Vanilla that somehow made her so fond.

Unknowingly, Nicko's lips kissed the neck and bit him. Zanna who felt the bite screamed. "Don't fuck off, let go of me!" zanna's yelling is still in revolt. But still in vain he could not escape from those eight hands. It was so strong Zanna thought.

Without caring for Zanna who continues to rebel, Nicko continues to do the action, giving small kisses on the neck and making a stamp of ownership on the white neck of his mischievous wife.

Zanna who felt his lips suddenly sigh when she felt a strange sensation that she had just first felt.

"Enough!" pinta Zanna while holding something that makes her body strange.

Without a care, Nicko pulled on Zanna's nape and kissed the lips gently. Smoke it and stare at it. Zanna who saw Nicko's insolence hit the chest to stop Nicko. But because Nicko drifted in pleasure, making him deaf. He continued to obscure Zanna's lips and tried to break them with his tongue.

Seeing Zanna who did not want to open her lips, she had to bite her lower lip.

Aw...

The whimper of his moment how brave Nicko was to bite his lower lip. And Nicko quickly obscured the oral cavity with his tongue. Zanna who over time felt the kiss was finally swept away in Nicko William's cradle.

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