A scorching kiss that doesn’t let words breathe.
Vanessa unconsciously wrapped her arms around Dylan’s neck so as not to fall because her legs were weak. She didn’t dare to push, for fear of hurting him. So she didn’t even dare to pull back and let Dylan kiss her.
-So sweet.
Dylan smiles softly, released Vanessa’s lips and moved down to kiss her collarbone. Leaving an ambiguous mark on her, looking lustful and seductive.
-She’s beautiful,” he said, intensifying his efforts to leave more marks. Hands wrapped around Vanessa’s waist as if to embed her whole body in his.
-Hmm.
Vanessa tilted her head helplessly, exposing her slender neck, and allowed Dylan to leave a glistening kiss mark on her chest.
It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted to make her take the initiative, I wanted to possess her, I wanted a debauchery.
-Honey, are you going to do it yourself this time?
Unable to lie down, he sat on the edge of the bed. With a seductive tone, he whispered against Vanessa’s ear. Like Satan, no one could resist, least of all Vanessa, who was already in a state of ecstasy.
She was a little shy and her body trembled slightly.
Under Dylan’s compulsion, she finally managed to overcome her shyness, undressing and sitting in his arms under Dylan’s caresses, offering to please him.
-Phew!
Vanessa’s initiative was the perfect aphrodisiac for Dylan!
Her eyes were narrowed and her neck tilted, her sexy throat knot made occasional swallowing motions that were extraordinarily appealing. Her hands were behind her, resting on the large bed to support her back.
Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and cooperated with Dylan as he guided her.
For both, the interaction was perfectly sexual to the extreme.
-Honey, faster.
Dylan’s eyes narrow and his lips tilt into a sultry, seductive smile. No one can escape his seduction, least of all Vanessa, who can only do what he tells her and keep giving him what he wants.
-Hmm.
Vanessa closed her eyes, the pleasure making the corners of her eyes fill with tears.
Dylan, as if he couldn’t take any more of Vanessa’s movement, suddenly put more force into it, and Vanessa had to hold him even tighter to prevent him from knocking him down.
-Dylan! Dylan!
Vanessa pronounced his name unconsciously, and then went to the extreme.
-How beautiful.
The moment she climbed to the top, Vanessa was beautiful beyond words. Dylan wrapped his arms tightly around her, sped up and then let go.
The two embraced, panting violently.
After the dizziness, the first thought that came to Vanessa’s mind was: she has to clean Dylan again.
Of course, she had no choice but to go back to rubbing and cleaning Dylan’s body. By the time she was done, Vanessa was exhausted and Dylan didn’t want to torment her anymore, so they cuddled and went to sleep.
In the morning, the sun shone mischievously through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Vanessa’s face.
She frowned in annoyance and took a moment before slowly opening her eyes.
He looked at the time and was surprised that it was ten o’clock in the morning.
Dylan was still sleeping.
Vanessa got up quietly, washed up and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Dylan. She had done a lot of exercise last night and now she needed to get her strength back.
When breakfast was almost ready, Vanessa suddenly heard movement outside and frowned in confusion. Putting down what was in her hand, Vanessa left the kitchen.
-Are you? -asked Vanessa, puzzled, as she looked at the woman pulling her suitcase out of the door.
This was Dylan’s villa, and access to it required a code or a scan by Gordi. But when she entered, Gordi was not seen moving, which meant that his data was stored on Gordi’s hard drive.
So she was an acquaintance of Dylan’s, and of a particularly familiar kind.
Vanessa ignored the discomfort in her heart and looked at her calmly.
Brisa removed her sunglasses from her face and scrutinised Vanessa up and down; Vanessa had put on her own clothes when she got up and was now busy in the kitchen with her apron on, looking like a maid.
So Brisa assumed it was the house maid.
-Are you a maid or a nanny?
Breeze’s hostess tone made Vanessa even more uncomfortable, but she didn’t show it. She thought to herself that the other woman and Dylan must be very close, and in that case there was no point in sticking around to make a fool of herself.
-Hourly worker.
-Oh, Brother Dylan is at home, isn’t he? I asked Mateo and he said Dylan was not in the office. You mind your own business, I’ll go get him myself.
Brisa finished and, without looking at Vanessa, went straight up the stairs.
Brother Dylan?
What a term of endearment.
Vanessa curved her lips in self-deprecation and turned to go back to the kitchen. But she wasn’t in the mood to make breakfast anymore and simply walked away. Dylan probably didn’t want her to be there now either.
After packing her bags, Vanessa left Dylan’s chalet without hesitation.
Brisa quietly pushed open the door, walked slowly to the bed and crouched down.
-Brother Dylan.
She called softly, and when the man on the bed did not respond, she simply reached out to touch his face. Before her fingertips touched his wrist, the man grabbed it and, with a single force, she lunged towards Dylan.
-Vane…
Dylan opened his eyes and froze for a moment before smiling warmly again when he saw that it was not Vanessa but Brisa in his arms.
-Little girl, why are you here unannounced? -he said, pinching the tip of her nose affectionately.
-I wanted to surprise you. Well, wasn’t it a surprise to see me?
-There are no surprises, only scares.
-You are so disgusting!
Brisa pouted in disgust and looked at him accusingly, Dylan hastily changed his tone with a smile and cajoled her.
-It’s a joke. Of course I’m surprised to see you. Well, you get up first.
Despite her reluctance, Brisa stood up.
When Dylan got up, Brisa scanned the bedroom, looking around and sniffing his nose.
-Brother Dylan, why does your room smell funny?
Dylan froze, and that’s when he remembered Vanessa.
“They must have seen each other, right?”
-By the way, the hourly worker you hired is quite beautiful. Tell me, how did it feel to face such a beautiful girl every day?
Brisa pretended to be joking, but the depths of her eyes hid seriousness and caution.
-Hourly worker?
Dylan froze for a moment and then thought that Brisa must be talking about Vanessa.
The thought of Vanessa being mistaken for a worker by Brisa caused Dylan’s mind to alter slightly and his tone to become more serious.
-When you see her in the future you have to call her sister, she is not a worker.