Deep love: insatiable lover

Such a bitter voice made Dylan’s heart bitter too.

It was as if bitterness had been poured down his throat and all his organs were bitter.

He opened his mouth, but at the plea on Vanessa’s face, he could not say a word and could only clench his fists. His chest heaved with resentment and a myriad of hisses tightened in his throat.

He wanted to say why did he have to be treated so coldly. He wanted to say that Philip’s death was not something he wanted to see either and had nothing to do with him. Why did he resist his presence so much? Why did he reject him so much?

In the end, these words were silenced by Dylan.

He looked at her deeply and turned to leave.

Vanessa stood still, like a statue. She forced herself to stare at Dylan’s receding figure until she lost sight of him completely.

-What’s the use of coming now? -she said to herself with a bitter curl on her lips.

At the moment when he had the highest hopes for this man, when he was weak and wanted to trust him, when he was about to fall…. She missed so many times and all she got in response was a cold beep of shutdown.

All I can say was that I wasn’t there at the time, so what was the point of going back then?

Dylan, he and she were not possible after all. She missed the only opportunity to take advantage of her weakness. Her heart was already senseless and her body had already become indestructible.

It was the best, really.

Suddenly, Vanessa’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly a couple of times, as if they wanted to hide something.

His heart, which had felt something, became a puddle of stagnant water, which seemed to him the most normal and appropriate state to be in.

How could she and Dylan, Orlando’s uncle, really feel for each other? It was impossible, shameful and unacceptable to everyone.

Vanessa didn’t know how long she had been on her feet and when she came to her senses, she walked back step by step and knelt with dignity.

He had sinned and needed to repent.

-Eat something or I’ll feed you here!

Dylan’s voice suddenly sounded behind her and Vanessa’s already calm heart suddenly fluttered, but she suppressed it again.

Vanessa’s rigid body slowly relaxed and she did not turn around or respond.

Dylan, as if he expected her to behave like this, did not get angry or force himself on her, but merely knelt down as Vanessa had done. Then he opened the porridge he had bought, took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

-Eat.

Vanessa fluttered her eyelashes and ignored.

-So, do you want me to feed you differently?

Before Vanessa could respond, Dylan had physically told her the other way to feed her.

Dylan drank the porridge himself, then cupped Vanessa’s chin and forced her mouth open and across his.

-Mmmm…

Vanessa’s eyes widened, full of red blood, they didn’t look pretty, rather ugly. Yet to Dylan they were the most beautiful, so beautiful that they drew his mind to them.

-Do you eat yourself or do I keep feeding you?

Dylan seemed to know what Vanessa’s goal was and always succeeded.

-I’ll eat alone,” Vanessa lowered her eyes and said with an expressionless face.

He reached for the porridge, but Dylan took it away. He got up and put the food on the table beside him before stepping back. Then he bent down to pick Vanessa up on her side and return to the table.

-Sit down and eat,” he placed her on the soft stool and said in a commanding tone.

Those eyes were still dominant.

Vanessa had no way to escape, her word was an order. So she could only do her best to ignore Dylan’s presence and the oppressive feeling it brought, picking up the spoon and mechanically shoving the food into her mouth.

I had no appetite, but I couldn’t stop eating.

Dylan looked at her for a long moment and was relieved. Appetite or not, as long as it filled his stomach, it was good.

His eyes went down to her long legs in black trousers.

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Dylan knelt in front of Vanessa, his bony hands held her ankles and then pulled her trousers up a little. He saw her beautiful ankles, her calves pale and shapely, her knees were swollen and bruised from long hours spent on her knees.

Dylan’s heart skipped a beat as he held his ankle tightly.

This idiot, didn’t she know to put a pad when she knelt down?

Dylan’s dark eyes burned with rage and the bruise on his pale knee was an eyesore he could not bear.

Vanessa’s body became uncomfortable and even the mechanical movements of her food stopped.

Without looking up, but as if he could see her, Dylan said:

-Keep eating and don’t stop until you feel full and no longer hungry.

When he finished, he suddenly bent down and kissed her swollen and bruised knee reverently.

The kissed area suddenly became hot, as if burning with an inexplicable fire. Then the fire reached his heart.

Vanessa’s body stiffened even more.

-Does it hurt? -Dylan asked, not waiting for Vanessa to answer, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

-Dylan, what are you doing?

Vanessa’s voice suddenly changed in tone, not the plain strangeness and detachment of before, but with anger and also with… embarrassment.

Dylan, however, smiled.

He looked up, looking down at her.

-Yes, that’s the tone. Good girl, that’s how you talk to me.

Was this man crazy?

Vanessa gave Dylan a hard look, but he was happier.

-Good girl, keep eating and ignore me.

What?

Who could eat peacefully when his legs were being kissed and caressed in turn? Dylan was going too far!

-What the hell are you trying to do?

-Nothing,” Dylan said nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t heard the protest and resentment in Vanessa’s tone.

He placed her leg over his own knee and then gently kneaded it, soothing the sore muscles and making her calf feel better. Each movement was gentle and careful, treating her like a treasure.

Vanessa’s whole body froze, for she did not expect the towering Dylan to go to such lengths for her.

How could Dylan make such a humble and pious gesture?

She felt uncomfortable and tried to pull her leg away, but his grip became stronger.

-Don’t move if you don’t want me to do anything else out of the ordinary here.

A threat, it was a total threat.

Vanessa had rage, but she couldn’t spill it, so she had to contain it, finally turning it into her appetite rage and took a big bite of porridge.

-Good girl.