Chapter 43: Vlov Taken away from me!

Mentioning Vicky, sounded like a gunshot to my ear, I really didn't know that Vicky was his girlfriend untill he mentioned it. So all these time he has been right, all the bad treatment and making me his sex slave, he was right, father had taken Vicky from him. But why would he do that? From the Vampires? Was he insane..?

The man worshiped me and kissed me passionately. I retaliated, and the two of us kissed aggressively. His tongue began to move inside my mouth, and his hand began to caress me all over. I could feel the hardness of his manhood between my thighs and was eager for it to enter me. But the forest didn't hear me because he was still kissingme.

As his tongue moved down into my womanhood, I moaned and grabbed his hair. I enjoyed what he did and thought I would go insane. His finger also went in and out of me.

He had my thighs wrapped around his, and his

hand was on my waist. It pumped me so quickly that it appeared to be competing with the force of the water. I couldn't stop myself from screaming his name with pleasure, especially when the man was about to push deeper,

teasingly stop, and then push deeper again.

"Michael" I exclaimed, barely able to keep the words out of my mouth due to the sensation I was experiencing. "Come with with me, sweetheart... Come with me."

At the same time, I felt our orgasm explode. My

womb was full, and I didn't want to deprive him of his manhood while I was still enjoying the sensation. "Ohh Don't... Ohhh! I want more!" I

was going insane.

He did exactly what I cried for. It began to come in and out as the heavy downpour of water continued to fall on us. When we had the next orgasm, I just hugged his neck.

He carried me on our way home and made our

way home. At the time, we were both naked. My knee was weak, and I was grateful for his assistance. He tightened his grip on me as I closed my eyes.

"Don't go to sleep yet," he said.

I gave a nod. I was drowsy, but when his car

came to a halt at the garden's entrance, I looked at him and couldn't figure out what he was saying. Its eyes were devoid of emotion.

"Happy Birthday, to your sister Layla.." he said quietly. I awoke from my slumber and stared in astonishment at him. Did I hear correctly? Did it say happy birthday to my siater? How would he even know her? My heart was filled with joy, and my entire face was flushed.

"T-thankyou," I softly said. I couldn't believe it

anymore. How did it know that it was my sister's birthday?

He returned my gaze and led me to my room.

Despite my protests, we rinsed and bathed

together. I almost turn red when he was still the one who dressed me in his own long sleeves. He also provided me witha panty to wear.

He then brushed my long hair after he had changed into his t-shirt and boxer shorts. It had a handsome appearance and was a pleasure to look at all day.

I was perplexed by what was going on, but my lips remained closed. I wanted to cherish that memory, and thinking about it made me feel worse. I was well aware that everything was only temporary.

When he placed me on the picnic blanket, which was now in the middle of the yard and surrounded by numerous different flowers, I almost bursted into tears. There was a bouquet of red roses.

As he handed to me the bouquet of roses, tears flowed up in my eyes. A sob took the place of the crying. What did each of his movements imply? On the one hand, I was overjoyed, but on the other, I was in pain. My mind and heart

were at odds.

He hugged me quickly and let me cry on his chest. Was he just being nice because it sounded good to him?

"Is there something missing? , roses, - you love them huh?-"he cut himself off mid-sentence and looked at me, "What kind of gift do you want to bring pleasure into you? I can't decide because l don't know what

you want."

My heart pounded as a result of what he said. I was about to tell him that this was exactly the gift I loved and I was looking for when I remembered my father. My father, indeed!

"I want my father back," I said as I raised my head to meet his gaze. "Michael, I'd like to see Daddy. I miss him terribly. At least one day, as long as I can see him," I became vulnerable again and continued to cry.

I could see the surprise in his eyes, and he didn't

seem to like what I had said. He clenched his fist and yanked away from my embrace.

I was nervous, but I hoped the man would grant

My wish. Even that day's cor was willing to give everything up for the man. I was ready to proclaim to the world that I adored the man and that was what my heart desired. I didn't care what anyone else thought; I just woke up one day and realized I Loved him, and my heart was beating for him.

"M.. Michael, just one day please!"

"No," he said emphatically. He abruptly stood up and entered the house with ease. It had abandoned me.

That night, I stared at the ceiling. My mind was

blank until I heard what appeared to be someone talking in the other room. His sleeping quarters. A force compelled me to go to his room and listen in on the conversation, which I did.

"C'mon, Michael! Come on! How long are you going to keep it a secret from her?"

I was alarmed by what I had heard. I pushed

Myself to the door and listened intently to the person inside. This could be one of the questions I was hoping to get an answer to.

"Please, lower your voice!" He retorted angrily,

"She might hear you."

I bited my lower lip so hard until it hurted. I was the subject of their conversation.

"However, you must. That's exactly what she's saying. You must let her go."

No!

My mind screamed furiously. I waited for the monster to respond, and his response, 'Never, made me happy rather than sad.

"Do you have feelings for her?"

I was concerned about his response. I was

gasping for air. I waited for him to say something else.

"No. I don't love her, and I never will. When it came to bedtime, she was simply my slave. Slave to sex, Vicky is still my favorite."

His response was as if a bomb had been dropped on me. I shakily touched my heart and grasped at the air. My heart had been shattered. I admitted that he did not love me and that his fiancée, now my father's was still the one he loved. But I couldn't accept that that was how he treated me; as a machine for his needs.

Of course, it had already become clear to me that I was merely a comforter in this place, and I was too naive to believe that his every touch meant something different. It's insane that I believed it. My heart was pounding and I felt as if I was going to pass out. If I was in pain right then, it was my fault, and no one could

blame me but myself.

"Then tell her about it. Also, inform her that her father has been taken to our territories this morning."

What is going on?!

In my ears, it sounded like a nuclear bomb had

exploded. When I heard what I heard, I covered

My mouth and backed away. No, I simply misheard. My hearing was just fooling me. My father cannot be taken to the vampires,

nor can he abandon me to that extent. It can't be!

I secretly hoped it wasn't true, that it was all a joke, and that the man was speaking to inside would retract it. God!

"I'm afraid I can't. I'm afraid I can't tell her. It was my fault that the old man was captured by Ethan so quickly. I'm powerless to

intervene."

My tears flowed all at once and didn't stop. When he confirmed that my Father was no longer his slave, but Ethan's. My breathing became heavier. Was that why he refused to let

Me see him? Even the last time I tried to

see it before it was covered in earth, it refused to let me. Could it have been because he had already lost his slave? Or he had given him to Ethan because of someone he oved? Michael is truly a demon!

I lacked the courage to barge into his room. I

Was filled with rage, pain, and disgust! Why was he be able to take an innocent man to the vampires?

I went to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks, and immediately rummaged through the drawer for the map I had seen while cleaning the house. I had no choice but to leave right away. I would be killed if I did not leave, just as he had taken my father away.

Michael, you're a demon! You're a demon! You not only broke my heart, rote in hell...