CHAPTER ELEVEN (clean)
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MERCILESS LOVE
Chapter 56
Eyes blinked repeatedly, making sure that everything that happened, happened. And I was right about it.
Jealousy took over me, unable to control it anymore. I wasn't jealous more like—envious.
I missed how my hands would wrap around someone's neck. Missing how I held the knife and gripped the gun with my hands, how I would give so much need and love towards those who needed it even though it was out of pity and pleasure.
"It hurts to see the one you love having another lover, right?" The voice behind me asked, making me turned around to see a petite blonde woman with a smirk plastered on her face.
"Who are you?" I asked, not even bothering his existence right beside me as I looked back at an older woman in her 40's whom I targeted for a week now.
In another week, she'll have herself wrapped in my palms and wrapped around my body. Who could ever resist me? A beauty like no other.
However, it's ridiculous how this woman beside me think that the woman I'm staring is the one that I love when clearly, it's the one that I'm going to have her neck soon.
"I never thought you were into older women." she smirked, amused by the scene unfold. "And look, she's even talking to her husband."
This woman seemed to be provoking me—not clearly going to happen. I am enjoying her company already.
"You're too hot for her." She scoffed, rolling her eyes, before asking. " Want to go to my house?"
A smile crept on her lips that makes me look at her in utter disgust the moment I nodded as I followed her inside her car. She started the engine and drove to her house. When we arrived, she was feeling giddy as she grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards her home.
Without any second, she pushed me to the wall—giving light kisses to my neck down to my collarbone as I stood there frozen. A moment of silence and sounds of pecks made me snapped out of my trance, hands trailing down her curves, and gripped the hem of her shirt before pulling it above. She pulled away, helping me with her shirt before she went back sucking collarbone giving hickeys here and there.
"Let's get this to your room now." I huffed slightly before she tugged my shirt forward in a seductive way while I just watched her half naked, slowly pulling me towards her bedroom.
She closed the door, leaning on the frame, fingertips gliding from her jaw down to her neck as she tilted to the side to expose it more.
Oh how much I want to wrap my hand on that exposed neck. I would love to see how her reaction would be once I have my fingers on her neck.
"You must be a stalker." She said with her smirk even got wider as I eyed her with amusement. She put her hands on my torso before pushing me at the edge of the bed.
I mentally laughed, wondering why would she assume me being a stalker just by watching my supposed next victim—a 40 year old woman. And how would you expect me to be in love with an old lady? I can't blame her though.
"You're hot," she sensually said, sitting on my lap before grinding her ass to my crotch making me release a groan from my throat as she let out a growl. "A hot stalker at that."
She stopped, looking at me. "And I am obsessed."
My hands failed to stop itself from slowly making its way to her neck, wrapping around it, and she wasn't even bothered by it as if it was normal for her.
That's good.
She stood up, hands landed on my chest, pushing me to the soft mattress as she crawled over me with her legs on each of my side. I put my hands down. "A stalker and an obsessed."
She lifted her fingers, trailing it down to my nose. "Does that makes us a perfect pair then?"
Those words—the sentence that she said managed to stop my hands from travelling towards her neck again as I put it down, sliding it to her waist instead.
I looked at her, tilted my head as she just stared at me before pulling me into a kiss, lips molding with mine. My eyes stayed open, thinking—this girl might be useful to me someday. I pushed her, startling her and looked at me in confusion, making me smirk. I grabbed her shoulders pushing her down this time as I hovered on top of her.
Her eyes widened at my sudden actions, lips parted—bewildered.
"Don't act like dominant here." I smirked wider, meeting her gaze, and my hands stayed on each sides. "Because I will be the one to f**k you hard until you can't walk for a week."
She let out a snort, pressing her lips together as she landed her lips on mine, moving in sync.
My hands travelled down to her waist, slowly pulling down her tight skirt along with her panties making her gasp at the sudden contact of the cold air on her core. I pulled away, hands travelled to my sleeve—slowly unbuttoning my buttons, teasing her and wanting her to be dripping wet more for me.
"Let's have fun, baby." I whispered seductively, and finished all the buttons at once—quickly removing it.
She pushed me making both of us sat straight up, immediately unbuckling my belt making me feel all kinds of disgusting sensations. As soon as she managed to unbuckle, she wasted no time wearing off my pants, and pulled it down—only to throw it across the room.
"What a needy slut." I hissed when my semi-hard member sprang free from my boxer as she slowly pulled them down, rather abruptly.
Her eyes widened making me smirk at her reaction, and the look on her face made me turn on each second. Just by the idea of her lips wrapping around my member made growl. Things happened so quickly, forcing her to do such stuff but indeed up her liking it rough.
Loud moans, whimpers, grunts, hiss, and screams in both pain and pleasure emitted from her mouth that could be heard by the neighbours.
Our bodies collided with so much intensity and rhythm, ended up doing it fast and rough just like she wanted as we both had our orgasms as I released in the condom. I collapse on top of her back as both of us panted for air, pulling out at the same time.
Soon, she quickly fell asleep—maybe too tired to even say and stay awake. A sigh escaped my lips, lifting myself up before grabbing my clothes that was thrown at the corner, quickly dressing myself up. Hands pushed in the pocket as I clasped the object I was trying to find. I went back to the bed, sitting beside her—lifting the necklace while I admired the beauty of jewellery that I made for my beloveds.
"About being a stalker," I trailed off, smirking as I put the necklace around her neck. "I am more like a psychopath."
I left the house without turning my head back.
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My eyebrows furrowed, confused yet excitement filled my body. "I thought Mr. Chim temporarily closed Merciless Love?"
Thinking about it, he did put Merciless Love on temporary close as he decided to make another book which was Novelistá de Pastor. Was he trying to update the two books?
The idea of getting a lot of updates from Mr. Chim's books made me squeal and fangirl. I stopped, realizing something. My lips parted in surprise and shock.
"Why did Jaemin put a necklace when he didn't even kill her?"
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