The characters from the game belong to Capcom. Some OC's and story background belong to me.
A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.
A/N: Contains Hints of Sexual Language
21st Century, 2010
Bohma
It was an April Friday in 2010 when I returned to Bohma once again. Strangely, that place captivated me. Being there caused all types of sensations and some of them so familiar. How could it be so familiar to be in a place I have never been before? It felt like I was home.
Since I visited Bohma, I started having weird dreams. Sometimes it was often and full of details, other times scary and waking me up tormented. Other times I felt an intense sadness. The dreams I started having after visiting Bohma seemed somehow to have connection with the dreams I used to have before moving to Edonia.
Now, 8 months after my first visit, I return to continue my search…whatever I am searching…
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Angelina left the train to a new location she hadn't been before, the Museum of Art of Bohma. Strangely, she felt energized there. She moved slowly, looking attentively to all the paintings on the walls. Nature, abstract, people. All kinds of works. She was mesmerized there. Bohma did have good artists!
She walked to another session. At the entrance she spotted an old man sitting on the reception. Apparently, that area seemed to be private.
"Good morning" he greeted her with an inviting smile
"Good morning" she replied with a light smile
"May I help you?"
"I don't know… I was seeing the paintings and this session got my attention since it's separated from the main works in exhibition… So I thought there would have more works here…" she spoke a bit embarrassed for looking somewhat nosy or too curious
"It's because there is the current exhibition session. Recent works and this session is the actual museum entrance. The session where you can go on an adventure to the past of Bohma through personal belongings, diaries, registers, portraits and paintings of actual people and the most notorious figures who lived through centuries of the town"
"Really?" she asked noticing the session was actually empty, a detail that got her attention but she kept it with herself
"Yes, would you like to go back to the past?" he asked with an inviting tone
Of course she wanted! She didn't to separate from the other crowd for nothing besides her natural curious nature.
"How much do I have to pay?" she asked taking her purse
"Nothing."
"Isn't this a private area?" she asked looking to the sides
"No… it's just that some people believe this session is haunted" he spoke with a serious face
"Haunted?"
"Yes"
"You're kidding, right?" she asked making face
The old man laughed, "Of course I am! No one enters a place they actually fear…well, some do…"
She laughed. An old man with good sense of humor. She liked that.
The old man took the lead and told the history of Bohma. A story he knew by heart. A history that seemed to ignite in him a passion, pride. Love for his nation. Gratefulness for being the owner of the museum and an important and influent figure in Bohma.
An instant friendship was born between the old man and the young redhead woman who listened attentively to everything and knowledge the man shared with her. All the details that were unknown by the majority of the population.
He made her feel good and welcomed, as if he was even a good relative of hers. A crazy thought she had, of course! That was impossible! They came from different countries and had no relation through genealogy. Although she really did feel like she knew him all her life and that didn't seem to have an explanation.
Listening to his history and of his family's made her open up about a few things that had led her to her current adventure.
"So you are a painter?" he asked as he offered her a glass of coffee
"Yes… a painter with a huge block of creativity"
"What kind of block?"
"I don't even know how to explain… all I know it's been nearly two years all I could do was to work in a single work… I have only painted a specific scenery… as if I'm stuck there and all I can think is of the lake…"
"A lake?" he asked intrigued as he took a sip of his coffee
"Yes, a lake…a specific lake"
"What lake is that?"
She let out a long sigh, "That's the problem… I don't know! I have no idea what like is that or where I have seen it… so my frustration started… and I don't seem to be capable to create anything else but the lake"
"Are you sure you haven't seen it anywhere else? You told me you have travelled to several countries…maybe your memory kept it somehow…"
"No! I'm sure I have never seen such location… it's too specific for me not to remember where I have seen it. I have photographic memory and I don't forget what I see"
The man made a face. A thoughtful face, "A lake…"
"Yes, a lake… with trees and mountains around…"
He lifted his eyebrows as if in realization, "Please, follow me" he spoke with a mysterious behavior leading the redhead to a reserved area where more paintings were distributed and kept hidden from the public
Angelina's heart raced inside her chest as a weird sensation seemed to press her body.
The man searched the paintings repeating the word lake several times, which intrigued the young woman whom started not to have a good feeling to be in there.
"Here… Lake House" he spoke lifting a painting from the pile, "Does your lake have some resemblance with this one?" he asked showing her the painting
Her body trembled. Her legs weakened. The young woman's reaction got the old man in concern as she fell on the ground in sobs and trying to catch her breath. The old man didn't know how to help her as she convulsed in tears. A complete strange reaction for such a pretty lady.
"Is this the lake you see?"
She nodded in confirmation.
Bohma, May 2010
Chris and Angelina separated from Piers and Mr. Lionel. The soldier and the artist stood before the painting of the Lake House. An unconscious act.
"Thank you for coming Chris. I didn't know you're a man of arts and I had doubts that you'd come…"
He smiled, "I gave you my word that I'd pass by… unless I was on field for a longer time"
"Yes, I know. I'm glad you came and even brought Piers with you. How funny!" She grinned
He laughed, "Yeah, I think it's good learning and knowing new things. Piers and I had a great history lesson and I'm glad I didn't miss the opportunity to see you again…" he cleared his throat, "safe and sound!" he added
She passed her hand on her hair and smiled, "Yes that's true. Even I had history lessons from Mr. O'Reed. He's such a genuine soul"
"Yes, he is"
They exchanged gazes, staying in silence for a few seconds.
"When will you return to the USA?" she asked casually
"Tomorrow… unfortunately"
"Yeah, too bad… I thought you would enjoy the story telling of Mr. Lionel"
"Is there more to tell?" he said
"Yes, there is! Especially in the private area where there are incomplete works of paintings of Angelique."
"Incomplete works?"
"Yes. Mr. Lionel said there are missing paintings and diaries from her. Some people say it's lost because of the time, others say that it's because of Katarina who might have destroyed it"
Chris frowned thoughtful. Flash memories of dreams, "Or maybe they didn't look in the right place…" he spoke vaguely
Angelina looked at him as if studying him. Keeping all his details in her privileged memory.
"So now we have to say goodbye, huh?" she spoke playing with her hands
"It doesn't mean we can't meet again. I come often to Europe or maybe if one day you come to the USA, we can see each other…"
"Do you really want to see me again?"
"Absolutely!"
She smiled, "I'm glad to hear that… I really liked you and I'll be forever grateful for your help, so I guess we can make the encounter happen soon…"
"Surely we will! You know where to find me…" he smiled back
The couple remained staring each other for some time. In front of the Lake painting. A meaningful moment. A meaningful painting frozen in the sand of the time. And time was working on their next steps, their next actions. They knew for only a day, but it felt like ages they had met. It was mutual…
Suddenly, Angelina looked to the side and smiled to the man who greeted her with a quick kiss on her lips.
Chris inevitably swallowed and looked away unconsciously. Bothered.
"Chris this is my boyfriend George. George this is Chris, my savior"
The men exchanged gazes and shook grips. Mutual sparkles of jealous.
17th Century
Arthena, Reed-O'Gregon Palace
"It's a girl. A healthy girl" announced the midwife to Christopher who waited outside the chamber
He smiled, "A girl!"
"Yes and she will be a tall one. Might have taken from you" she commented
"What do you mean?"
"She's big for a premature. She surely will be a strong girl"
He lifted his eyebrows not knowing what to say
"But there's something you need to know…" the woman spoke hesitantly
"What do I need to know?"
"Your wife… she shows signs of being rejecting the child… it happens in some cases…"
He frowned, "What? And is there a cure for that?"
"In some cases yes."
"What is exactly the symptoms she's presenting?"
"She didn't want to hold the child, not even see and she was determined in saying she wouldn't nurse it… she refers to the child as a thing and not as a being or her own flesh. Now I'm going to get a wet nurse to your daughter"
Christopher entered the chamber where Katarina was lying on the bed, resting and Elizabeth took care of the newborn. The proud aunt was thrilled and nursed the baby with a nursing bottle.
"Congratulations, daddy!" she spoke smiling as she introduced the baby for her brother-in-law.
He looked at her. She was perfect and strong. Big for a premature as the midwife had commented, still, she made him smile. Instantly a strong wave of feelings grew in him as he took the baby in his arms. Tiny for his size. Tiny for his arms. That was alright. He felt good and weird holding her. Insecure. He had no idea how to be a father and tried to prepare himself as much as he could during the pregnancy. The change of life started now. The nights in awake. The little girl's needs. No matter how much help they had from midwives, nurses and Elizabeth who was constantly helping with the baby as if she was her own. They even shared resemblance as Madeline, that was the name he chosen for the child as Katarina refused to name her and didn't really care about her own daughter.
Madeline was born blonde and blue-eyed, well, all babies are born with blue eyes. Although, she had icy-blue eyes and as she grown, her eyes remained blue. Surprisingly she was a good baby. She didn't use to cry that often and had an intense charisma. Everybody loved Madeline except her own mother.
"She's so beautiful!" said Clairy, Christopher's cousin, with a large smile as she caressed the infant, "But she took more from the mother's side, isn't it?" she commented regretting immediately
Christopher let out a sigh and nodded slightly in confirmation
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…"
He interrupted her, "It's alright. I used to think about it everyday… until I stopped searching for any trace of mine and just welcomed her with my heart…"
"You think it's possible that she's not yours?"
He smirked, "Look at her. Look at me!"
"Babies sometimes don't look like with the parents…"
"Newborns, not babies of her age!"
Clairy gave a shrug not knowing what to say and just looked at the infant who played with her finger
"I don't care about it anymore. She captivated me the moment my eyes laid on her and that's what matters to me… she could be Pierce's or anyone else's… but now she's mine. She has my last name. she's part of my family and it hurts me that her crazy mother doesn't share the same feelings I do even by sharing the same blood…"
"Does she still treat her bad?"
"Yes… that's why I stay around… to protect her" he said looking at the blonde-baby
"For how long will you continue living that way? You know you can divorce Katarina for her lie. That can annul the marriage…"
He let out a sad sigh, "I don't have any reason to do that with Katarina… at least, not anymore…"
"Angelique?" she exclaimed
He nodded, "If there was a way to bring my Angely or to go back in time, then yes, I would take Maddy with me and then expose Katarina without even care about her fate in prison… but that's not the case… Destiny didn't want me to be with Angely, but in exchange gave me Maddy…. to protect her and in the other hand she's my company now… the good thing that entered my life and now the only purpose I have…"
"I don't like seeing you so down"
"I will survive and be alright. Don't worry"
"Still hurts me… I wish I had met Angelique, but I believe she will watch out for you and if I were her, I'd want you to try to be happy"
"Maddy makes me happy"
With that statement, Clairy remained in silence and played with the infant who smiled to her gracefully, "She's so lovely! She's lucky in having a daddy like you!" she commented
"And I'm proud to be her father!" he spoke kneeling next to her and caressed the baby's forehead who let out a loud laugh as if enjoying his touch
"Soon Maddy will be grown up enough to play with my own children and that way she won't feel so lonely..."
"Yeah you're right… because if it depends on me I will not give her siblings"
"You really don't think of having children?"
"I did want children with Angely... With Katarina is quite unlikely as I a long time ago… are you still punishing her?"
He smirked, "What if I am?"
She grinned, "So there's still some connection from your side too…"
He let out a heavy sigh, "It's complicated…I don't know what I feel for her"
"Why don't you give it a try? Maybe there's still a chance for you to be 'happy' with her and build something solid with her"
"I don't know Clair…I don't trust her… after all she has done to men… to Pierce, the one she promised love and marriage, then she threw him away just like an old piece of cloth…what guarantees me she won't do the same with me?"
"So you're playing her game… by not giving her what she wants and keeping the distance, you know she keeps interested…as if two sides of the same coin"
"I don't take it as a game. I have reasons to keep her distant and is not only because of her male history… but its still too recent my loss"
"You have to let her go and repeat myself, I really believe she'd want you to move on and try to be happy…at least try it! you are already tied to Katarina, why continue making your life miserable at her side when it could be just the opposite?"
He remained thoughtful, "So you really think Katarina has some real feeling for me and is not just taking me as her prize?"
She gave a shrug, "You'll only know if you give it a try…and if she does, then you can punish her harder"
He laughed
"My heart-brother… I know it is hard to believe that you can love someone else after losing someone you loved… but don't give up. You still have a long life ahead and I think it will be somewhat easier to reinvent yourself on that matter when you still have some attraction for your wife"
He frowned biting his lips reflecting. Then he took Madeline in his arms. Both smile for each other, which melted his heart. Maybe he could do that for his little princess. She deserved to have somewhat of a family. Not to mention that divorce wouldn't be so simple. For her he could try harder. In fact, for her he had said yes before god.
However, only time could tell when he'd be capable of opening some space in his heart for Katarina O'Gregon.
Green Hills, Neighborship of Bohma
"The time flew after that day… that fatidic day.
Somehow, all the bad things I passed since I ran away with Christopher, served to open my eyes. Made stronger and less of a fool.
I cried – a lot – a couple of days later when the realization came to me and my current condition at the time.
I realized that dreams didn't come true. Dreams are just dreams and sometimes a pathetic way to lead on someone or yourself.
I learned that it's better having goals and not dreams because when you have goals, you have a more solid ground to work on. Dreams are just clouds.
And I needed to learn that… that difference. My life wasn't going to be just about me anymore. Everything I knew had changed and fierce side of mine that I always contended, progressively became stronger with the adversities I lived when I met the father of my child.
I grew up so much in a fraction of months, but I never regretted anything.
It was good living a pink cloud for some time. It was good to believe in a fairy-tale. It was, in fact, good to live the fairy-tale.
But fairy-tales are just what they are… fairy-tales.
I lost Christopher… well… I guess I never had him…
However, he was mine for some time and he concluded his mission in passing by my life. He made me a woman – and not just sexually speaking – but he removed that pink veil that covered my eyes.
I'm not bubbly anymore – and sometimes I miss that part of me – but I got other things in return. I got friends – Maggy and George – who treat me like a member of their family. Maggy even treats me as the daughter she never had!
and more importantly… I have a son!
I'm braver now and for him I face the world!
I don't care when people talk shit for me being a single mother anymore.
I didn't commit any crime! I'm not a liar! Much less a sinner!
I'm a woman who loved…
I'm a mother.
No shame in becoming a grown up.
Oliver is my goal!"
It was late at night, Angelique woke up with the sounds of voices at a distance. One of the voices was of her six month son, Oliver, who seemed to be laughing at something. She walked until his nursery.
"George?" she spoke in a low tone
"Hey Angely"
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything is alright. I'm sorry if I woke you up"
"It's alright… it's just my maternal instinct to get up when I hear Oliver's sounds"
He smiled in agreement, "I couldn't sleep and I noticed he was awake so I came to check on him. So I changed his diapers and fed. Now we were playing a little"
"Ah George… you always taking care of him. I don't even know how to thank you for always being with him and your mother for having done everything for us…"
"It's been a year since we met, huh?"
"Yeah, time flies…"
"One year that so much changed…" he commented with a brief saddened look
Angelique looked at him and placed her hand on his shoulder in support. She knew he still suffered for the sudden loss of his wife three months prior. Since then, he left the manor he lived and returned to his mother's to spend some time and start over.
"You and Oliver are the good thing that happened to us. You don't have to thank us… actually it's us who have to thank you for entering our lives" he smiled heartily
She smiled back
"By the way, did you think on that matter I proposed to you?"
Angelique looked away in distress. She never expected anyone to propose such a thing for her. Much less someone she barely knew.
"I did think several times, but I cannot accept that George. We're not your responsibility…"
"It's not about being my responsibility, but it's a way to give a better future for Olly"
"I know George and I thank you from the bottom of my heart your good intentions to give your name to him, but I cannot accept that. No shame in being a single mother… in addition, Olly has father that chose not being by his side."
"With all the respect, Christopher doesn't deserve Olly! He chose his other family"
"I know and I didn't forgive him for that! It's super normal growing up without the father, I myself am a product of that! But I won't take that option from Olly if he ever wants to meet Christopher, but it will be Olly's choice and not something I will impose to him. I will always be sincere with him about his routes. I will not raise Oliver in favor or against his father, I cannot be that unfair to him… So thank you for trying to fill the space Christopher left. It shows you're not like random men…"
"You can always count on me Angely! We know for only one year but it feels like we know forever. So I'll respect your decision, but don't expect me to let go of Olly… he's like the son I didn't have…"
She exhaled in contemplation, "You really have taken care of him like a father, instead of a little brother… when your mom sees me as her daughter…"
"I cannot see you as a sister"
Angelique blushed and cleared her throat in distress. George firstly proposed to give his name to Oliver, to register him. He didn't proposed to marry her. He had never demonstrated any other feeling or intention for her… until now.
She wasn't sure if he had really flirted her, but one thing she knew for sure. She wasn't ready to love again. She still had several tiny broken pieces of her heart to collect. To believe again. To trust again. To heal. Maybe she'd believe in love again. Maybe not. Only time could tell what other choices she'd make. Her priority for the time being was being a mother and only a mother to her beloved son Oliver Stafford Reed.
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She still used Christopher's last name. Mainly in her work as her pseudo-name Angely Reed.
Arthena, Reed-O'Gregon Palace
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth? Can someone shut this child up!" Katarina shouted angrily in the corridor as she heard her eight-month daughter crying in her nursery, "Dammit, where is everyone in this fucking place!" she continued screaming walking the corridors calling for the servants
Elizabeth and Pierce were in her bedchamber. Elizabeth was nearly desperate to go on the child's aid, "I need to go there, Pierce!"
"No, you have to rest! Doctor's orders" he spoke stopping her as she was recovering from another miscarriage
"I can't let Maddy crying like that. I fear Kat might hurt her…"
"Katarina won't hurt her! I will aid Maddy… even though I'm so against it. Katarina is the mother! She hadn't taken her responsibility since Maddy was born! I still think she's just using that as an excuse to not obey with her duty."
"Whatever Pierce… Just take Maddy here as we are her godparents"
Vexed, Pierce let out a heavy sigh. Madeline was the closest to a child they had so far as they had difficulties in bearing a child of their own. He was against Katarina's behavior as a mother, although he was also against Christopher's reactions towards his wife in not imposing her limits as he should. After all, he was the man and head of the family.
"Ah, there you are!" she smirked as she spotted Pierce in the hallway, "Where's Elizabeth?" she spoke with an authoritative tone
"Resting"
"I do want to rest too, but the child will not stop crying!"
"Make her stop. You're the mother!"
"I pay you to take care of her!"
"Yeah, you even offered her to us… or anyone who wants her… so why did you get pregnant in the first place? Babies and children make noises and demand attention! If you didn't want to deal with that, you should've had used protection as you always did!" he smirked, "I'm glad we didn't have a child… But even if we had had, I'd never act like Christopher does to you and be so soft…"
"Who do you think you are to speak to me that way? Being my ex-affair does not give you rights on speaking to me that way! Christopher understands me…something you apparently do not! So I am more than glad for not had borne any child of yours! Some things makes more sense later!" she spoke bitterly
"Yeah, you bet that!" he replied bitterly
"In fact, I even have doubts that you are capable of that!" she added mischievously
Pierce closed his fists and let out an angry sigh. She really meant to be mean with him. Mean… that was what she had become towards him since he married Elizabeth.
"So that proves that the child once you said you had carried was mine, probably wasn't, huh? So I wonder even more about Maddy…" he replied in her same level and insulted her back
"Damn you!" she replied hurrying towards him with her hand up to slap him
"What the hell is going on here?"
They looked back to see Christopher loud voice, "How long will Maddy wait until someone responsible go take her?" he added
Katarina scratched her hair in disguise
"Should be the mother…" Pierce replied walking away without waiting for anyone's response and headed to the child's nursery
"You returned home so early…" Katarina broke the ice
"Surprised?"
"Yes I am… You usually take longer in the campaigns…"
"I got a new task"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Have you been promoted or something?"
"Yes I did and that's why I allowed Pierce to watch Maddy for the last time"
"For the last time?" she spoke puzzled
"Pierce is right when he says her mother should be a mother! He's right when he says I'm too soft on you"
She couldn't help the giggle in the latest part.
"Is this funny to you?"
"Yes it is… you speak as if you are perfect, flawless and as the best example to be followed…"
"I'm a good father! I have tried to be the best example for Maddy as a father!"
"Just as a father…" she shrugged rolling her eyes, "And guardian…" she added
"What about you? No longer the cool presence, no more radiant like a lullaby… Now all bitter, hideous mother, unpleasant company…"
"Thanks to you!" she replied coldly
"Me?" he raised his eyebrows
She nodded in confirmation, "You are not perfect when you suck as a husband!"
He gasped
"I can smell the other women on you even after you bath. I look radiant when we walk in public but still smile when it happens to encounter the whores I share you. I pose as radiant even when they laugh at me discreetly or not. I speak as a highly lullaby when I have to use my influence in your favor while I live a hell at home because you do not fulfill your duty as a man! A husband!"
He smirked biting his lips as he inhaled to keep his composure. Tired of Katarina's misbehaviors with Madeline, Christopher gave an ultimatum to his wife.
"I married you because of the pregnancy, the child is now born. No need for us to continue living this hell!"
"You created the hell! You want me to be a mother but you do not act as a husband! I need a husband! I need to be loved! To feel love! The love you refuse to give to me since we said yes! How can I love this stupid child when I am not loved either!"
"It's not a stupid child, she is Your Daughter!" he shouted
She bit her lips, "She is your daughter too…" she spoke in a lower tone almost failing her voice
"She is your blood, your flesh! She is just a baby, demands attention. Attention you don't give! I do act as her father but you? You even offered her to Elizabeth!"
"Elizabeth is not bearing children… she loves the child…"
"Or you change your behavior with her or I take her with me and leave the palace and consider yourself divorced!"
"What? Are you bargaining with me?"
"I'm giving you the last chance Katarina!" he spoke with firmness, "Different of you, I take responsibilities for my actions! So I tell you one last time… Or you change or I leave!" he spoke shutting the doors
Katarina wouldn't let that way and followed him, "Hypocrite!" she yelled
Christopher looked back
"You are not that perfection you say you are! You think you take responsibilities for your actions, but you do not! You treat me worse than the whores you bed out there!"
He rolled his eyes
"You treat me like trash! You married me but you do not take the responsibility of a husband!"
"You have all the permission to have your adventures… that's the first thing I told you when we married!"
"I do not want adventures. I want you! My man! But I cannot compete with your memory, with a ghost!"
He looked attentively at her
"If your so beloved Angelique loved you so much, I am sure that wherever she is she would want you to be happy! And you are not! You still live your misery and bring all of us into it! I am tired of this! But the same way you give me a last chance, I ask you only one chance! A chance to show you I can be a good wife, a good mother, to make you happy!" she knelt close to him, "Please, just one chance! For Madeline and for all the children we will have…"
"Madeline is our daughter, isn't she?"
"Yes… of course… but I meant other children… boys… or girls… whatever God sends us!"
"So why you mistreat a part of me?"
"Because I am a fool! A stupid idiot!"
Christopher passed his hands on his hair. Confused.
"What happened? We were not like this back in the days! Where is your fire?"
"You're not in position to demand anything from me"
"I am not demanding… I am asking you. Begging for you! What have I done to deserve your punishment besides Maddy? It does not make any sense to me…"
"it's useless explaining my reasons when they're vain to you that you no longer remember…" he spoke giving her his back
"Coward!"
He ignored her comment and continued walking
"You're not the man you think you are! Whatever I have done or said, seems like I was right!" she smirked
He let out an angry sigh and turned back and pushed her to the wall, "You want a man?" he asked pressing her against the wall staring deep into her eyes
She could see the anger, the fire in his eyes. She longed for that. She was finally reaching the spot, "Be a man!"
"You're no longer the seductress you used to be…" he said releasing her
She opened her robe, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her naked body without even care if anyone could spot them in the hallway, "You want to punish me. Punish me. I know you are still angry with me… But do it the right way!"
"I'm not that kind of man"
She laughed, "That is not how I recall the best memory I have of us…in the tavern. Your jealous… the words I spoke…then you showed me the man you can be!" she spoke seductively as she rubbed herself against his body, as if covering herself on him at the same time she provoked him. His libido.
The day in the tavern. He so wished to forget that. She released the beast in him.
"I do not want lovey-dovey. Never did!" she bit his earlobe and licked his neck as her hands worked his pants
"My whore…" he whispered
"Yes, your classy whore!" she said pulling him to her and kissed him fiery. Forcing her tongue into his mouth as her arms rolled his neck and she lifted her right leg to his waist allowing his member to feel her folds, "Coward!" she whispered deep in his ear
That moment he used his forearm on her neck, pressing her tight against the wall without care if she could breath or not, "You want a man. I'll show you the man" he said releasing her and pulling her abruptly by the arm and leading her to a vacant bedchamber, locking the doors. Fastening her.
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That's what Katarina O'Gregon liked. Searched. A sadomasochist sex with a good and handsome man who was good and a beast at the same time. A combination that was not so easy to find. Love and pain were synonyms in her dictionary. She loved and longed the marks he left on her skin.
Thank you Pin for the review! :D
LOL, I don't know if Sadomasochist word existed in those days xD If it existed or not, at least I made myself clear xD
So the chapter got really long! And I had already divided in 3, lol! But at least I could work better in the details I thought were important to be worked and will define the future of the story.
I want to thank everyone who are reading my work and has been with me all this long!
Stay tuned!