Getting Married to My Enemy: Wounds in Marriage
Disgustingly

"Civilized!" strangled Dara inwardly, squeezing her blanket. Without blinking, not awkward, and seemingly showing her power in the room, she sat on her throne staring intently at him, while the tall girl with the color of blonde hair was already crouching in front of Rain, right between his thighs.

Nausea emerged from Dara's stomach, wanting to vomit over the show before her, the girl hurriedly turned her face away. He hates, cursing that jerk for what he's done. Although the lighting is minimal, but the sleep lights are enough to show the activities of the two damned humans.

Dara knows, this marriage doesn't mean anything to Rain, but can she at least be more human? In front of him, whose wife in fact he made out with other women, and more crazy should be in their room, in front of him!

Dara turned her eyes away. The more he saw the more hatred he had for Rain. This was the greatest humiliation of his life. Rain did it to hurt her.

Unknowingly, Dara's tears trickled down. She hated her weak self, why should she cry? Wasn't there no feeling in his heart for the man? Let's just say he's watching a 21-plus movie.

"Look here!" Rain's voice boomed. Dara flinched, and spontaneously looked in the direction of the voice. The order was intended for her, but upon seeing the head of the girl who was in between*************Rain, Dara again defecated.

"I warned you! Look here, or you won't see your parents again tomorrow!"

Once again Dara cursed the man named Rain. If only it were not for thinking about the fate of his parents, where might Dara want to look that way.

Dara stared intently into Rain's eyes, not at the wild-looking woman's movements touching the man's exposed chest as his shirt buttons were already open.

Rain smiled at her, while a woman in front of him was caressing hers.

"It's wisdom, honey... This is how a woman should serve a man. A wife should be able to satisfy her husband while in bed, not stiff as a statue!" his curse is still grinning.

Dara's day is hot, and it's gonna blow up now. It felt like he got up and doused the two with gasoline and burned them alive.

Living side by side with Rain makes him a psychopath who thinks terrible things to avenge the man's actions.

He knew Rain was offending him, and he didn't really care. It's just that the man's actions that have succeeded in angering him are the disgusting actions of the man who blatantly insulted him in front of the shameless poacher.

However, one thing is certain, all the series of actions aimed at hurting the girl's feelings, Rain did not enjoy the processed tongue of the woman he paid to make Dara angry.

She just wanted to show Dara that she could still enjoy the touch of another woman without having to depend on her body which had taken over her mind.

If Rain had been interested in the woman he had brought from outside, of course he had already made love to the girl at this time, in fact Rain only allowed the woman to touch hers with the tongue and mouth of the paid woman. He was not willing to wear the woman's body to satisfy his desires because in fact he had a place that made him comfortable and feel passionate, he said, as well as feeling alive but right now the woman was looking at him sharply with hate.

Back silent, only the sound of a stifled moaning, the sound of spit and lip sauce straws that appear to play with chewy objects and certainly long. The girl's game was even able to make her own convulsions, probably because she felt proud to be able to touch a husband in front of his wife.

The girl got up, cleared this her lips that Rain might still have left. With a proud feeling, the girl turned around and looked arrogantly at Dara who was still faithfully sitting in her place.

"I wait outside, dear.." whispered the girl acting spoiled and bi*nal by squeezing Rain's thick black hair.

Rain and Dara were still staring at each other, the hateful and angry gaze had not subsided. Behind the anger, but in the eyes of Rain actually saw Dara's face looks sensual, until hers that had had had time to issue a liquid now began to challenge back to want to be satisfied.

He did not want to be touched by another woman, as shrewd and as reliable as any girl had been memijit hers desired precisely the person who currently wanted to kill him.

Rain desperately wanted to pull the girl into bed and make her lie there and start Raim tracing every inch of smooth skin owned by Dara.

Thinking about it, his weapon started to get back on his feet, but he couldn't possibly do the coercion tonight, however he knew at this moment how devastated Dara felt.

Rain then smiled in satisfaction before ending the eye fight. Rise up, and justify his clothes and get out of the room. Smile satisfied not because the new stretch bi*rahi, but satisfied because it can make Dara angry.

Rain should have gotten out of there. Just imagine how embarrassed Rain is, if his wife finds out that one part of his body has already bent its knees towards the girl, and damn it, he said, the thing that made him angry was that with his power and everything he had, he could not conquer Dara's heart, at least on the bed.

As soon as the door leaf closed, Dara let go of her shattered feelings. He cried and roared, but with a stifled voice he bit as hard as the blanket he had been holding so that the sound of his crying did not come out and was heard by the two cursed humans who were out there.

Of course Dara did not want them to be satisfied knowing that she was currently crying in the room, befriending the smell of their former perverted deeds that were so pungent into her mind.

How long will he survive with a psychopath like this? Rain's goal is not to marry because he wants to have children but to torture him, meaning that the man will not be satisfied and stop torturing before he dies.

Is it true that his freedom can only be obtained after death? If you are dead for what? After all, he also could not feel his life anymore, could not get together with his father and mother, even more could not keep his promise to live with Kenzo forever.

Remembering Kenzo, makes Dara's feelings more broken into pieces. He's so despicable, does he still deserve to meet Kenzo? Oh, Dara misses that guy. He wants to meet. Tomorrow, Dara will look for him, bodo time if Rain will kill him.

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