The Love Slave of Mr. Casanova
Anger Mr. Maximo

Alea said nothing anymore. He slightly turned his face to the side so that his gaze did not collide with Mr. Max's sharp eyes which would further hurt him.

Mr. Maximo walked to his private room and the two sat on the bed with the position still as before that Alea was in the lap of Mr. Maximo with a body facing each other after not forgetting to lock the room door.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Asked Mr. Maximo softly as he pointed his chin so he could look at him. Mr. Maximo saw there was a puddle in Alea's eyes, he didn't know what made it like that. Though in hindsight, according to him there was nothing wrong with his words earlier.

"My answer, Alea." Ask her again. Mr. Maximo slightly pressed his sentence for Alea to open her voice. "Am I wrong? if you keep quiet? How do I know where my mistake lies?" Ask a little frustrating.

Since when did Mr Maximo become this gentle and patient? In retrospect, Alea's arrival to Mr. Maximo's life had not been too long, but it seemed that the woman had already exerted a great influence. Either this treatment was only for Alea or against all of them? What is clear, since the first Mr. Maximo has never once treated others to this patience let alone to ask where the wrong location. This is a rare phenomenon that needs to be made history.

"You're not wrong, sir. I was wrong" he said, sighing harshly. "I am I because I expect too much. I'm wrong for almost being complacent with your special treatment of me. And you're very right, reminding me that my position is only a slave of your sex who at any time you can throw away anytime you want after feeling bored." Her words again chuckled softly, but those tears were clearly about to fall if Alea did not hold back immediately. Nah! Alea wouldn't cry in front of Mr. Maximo and make him feel sorry. If this is how Alea is selling sadness and hopes to be given a high price by Mr. Maximo.

Yes, although what was said earlier did sound painful, but it must be said because it is like this is the fact.

"But you don't need to feel guilty or sorry, because what I'm saying is ALMOST done, which means it hasn't happened yet." Cih was so hurt Alea, she said don't feel guilty or pity? Who feels guilty, let alone pity him? Alea this is really pede!

"Alea," Call Mr. Maximo growling softly. He did not expect Alea to say this. Anger and sadness mix into one.

After several contact with this woman, Mr. Maxim felt himself alive again. He felt peaceful as he stared at Alea's shady eyeballs that had many wounds there. And Mr. Maxim couldn't turn his gaze away if he looked at Alea's face that made him peaceful.

"Don't talk about it anymore. What you're saying hasn't happened yet" said Mr. Max, holding back his frustration. He didn't want to get angry at Alea, but why had that woman been testing her patience since?

"But I must first fortify myself so as not to forget my status, Sir. And I hope you don't have to treat me well, you better behave like the beginning of our meeting." Alea managed to make Mr. Maximo at the peak of his patience.

Master Maximo's jaw hardened with a deadly sharp gaze, his two hands firmly gripping Alea's waist that had been held since earlier to withstand the raging feeling in the heart.

"Take your word, Alea." His command with a heavy voice and a sharp gaze dominated. If others were already frightened to even pee at that moment anyway, but not with Alea. Whether she got courage from nowhere, Alea smiled in response.

"No, Mister. I won't take those words out."

Shitt's! Mr. Maximo's patience is over. He immediately rolled over Alea's body then overstretched her with his hands turning firmly into Alea's jaw until the woman coughed.

"Ti-no, please torture me as much as you. Torture me to death!" Alea said with courage. Tears had come out since earlier when he felt his jaw was very painful because it was too strong a grip that his bones rang. But he won't just give up.

According to him it is better to be treated badly like this than to be pampered only a while ago after his thrown away like a piece of trash.

"Haha..! Really true?! Apparently you really want to challenge me, Alea!! Feel this! I will show you what is called torment!!"

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Mr. Maximo tore his own shirt to its plain state and turned to tear the rough suit worn by Alea until his big buttons scattered everywhere.

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"Yes...!" Without any warm-up Mr. Maximo stuffed his blunt into Alea's hole very hard. Alea felt like her core part was split in two, very sick and sore. But it has not lost the pain that Mr. Maximo has moved his body so brutally that it makes it difficult to breathe. His two hands played Alea's chest so hard that it made the top feel very sore after being twisted very hard and it felt like it was going to break.

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"Feel this!! Don't you want it?! Come on, grieve hard, slave!!" Her snapping after slapping a few times on Alea's chest left a reddish mark.

Although this was very painful but Alea still tried to comply with her Master's request, Alea still sighed even though she wanted to scream in pain.

And Mr. Maximo was getting angry to see her, he could not stop thinking Alea was still upset when clearly he could see that Alea was in pain and was holding back his screams.

Seeing that, Mr. Maximo further accelerated his movements with his hands that continued to slap Alea's chest and cheeks until the corners of his lips bled. He just wanted to know how long it would last? Mr. Maximo is very unhappy with women who pretend to be strong when in fact endure pain.

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Alea still continued to sigh even though her eyes had already let out a clear liquid. He won't let himself lose.

And that made Mr. Maximo even more frustrated. Staring at Alea's eyes full of wounds that shed tears made her heart throb pain let alone see the appearance of Alea who was already out of shape due to her actions.