Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 389 Katie's Schemes Resting on the bed like royalty, Katie commanded, "Massage my head." Abel quickly knelt down. The usually rough and unrefined Abel now massaged Katie's head gently.

Even though Abel hailed from the Dark Island, he was among the rare assassins with a clean soul. He always appeared fresh and odor-free, never smelling of sweat. Additionally, his body hair was notably dense, giving off a distinctively masculine aroma.

After a while, Katie sensed something was lacking, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. It could have been related to her hormones. Lately, her cravings had intensified.

She slightly opened her rosy lips and glanced at Abel, suggesting, "Go a bit lower." Abel got the hint immediately. His coarse hands moved to her neck and collarbone, gently caressing her chest.

The touch of his calloused hands offered a thrilling sensation. Katie squinted her eyes and softly murmured, "Harder..." Abel watched her allure intensify, feeling a wave of passion stir within him. With a raspy voice, he asked, "Miss... Do you want me to..." Katie wasn't entirely lucid at that moment and gave a faint nod. "Mm." Taking it as her consent, Abel's eyes shone with desire as he leaned in closer.

"Ah..." Katie couldn't stop herself from biting her lip and moaning. Suddenly, her expression turned cold, and she swiftly raised her hand.

"Slap!" With a loud smack, she slapped Abel across the face.

Katie looked at the visible hickeys and said icily, "How dare you kiss me without permission! You scoundrel!" Abel was jolted back to his senses, his face showing shock. Before Katie could say another word, he fell to his knees and began hitting himself across the face.

"Slap!" Abel slapped himself repeatedly, each hit harder than the last, showing no mercy to himself.

Abel couldn't believe he had just acted so inappropriately. It was as if he had momentarily lost all self control. He

had always valued cleanliness and had yearned for the affection of a woman, but his heart was set on Katie alone.

Although he had encountered women who tried to lure him amid his missions, he never entertained any desires for them. His mind was occupied with thoughts of pushing them away. They seemed unclean to him, entirely so.

But Katie was an exception. In Abel's book, Katie was pretty with a poised figure, exuding elegance from every inch. She was nothing like the women he had met before. He felt the spark of love when he first laid eyes on her.

Surprisingly, Katie asked him to satisfy her needs. After each session, she permitted him to deal with his own needs, which he would opt for a shower.

Abel had never sought the company of other women since he knew Katie prized cleanliness above all. Any involvement with other women would mean he could no longer serve her.

room, the sound

harshness with which Abel dealt with himself, Katie realized she had been quite

swollen, bleeding from the bites, presenting a

Would he dare to cross further boundaries since he dared

Katie might have

slipping her

flat on the ground, ready

pressed down on Abel's palm with her chunky heel, twisting

caresses, which were strangely enjoyable. Yet, she didn't want any hickeys. She had mastered the art of having fun while

you're nothing more than a lowly

to follow your master's commands without any thoughts of your own, got it?" Abel's mouth was filled with blood, making it hard to talk, yet he endured the pain, kneeling and replying, "Got it, Miss." Suddenly, Katie remembered something and inquired coldly, "Did you look into Lauren's case?" "I did. She's currently undergoing treatment and will be sentenced next month." Katie

Lauren against speaking of things she shouldn't, leaving Lauren so scared that she wet the bed and lost her

losing her mind, it might even be a mercy since it could allow her a few more days

to what became of Lauren, concerned only with

passion before her time came.

stepped

Abel didn't show it. Even then, his eyes were filled with unwavering infatuation as he

never questioned Abel's

have picked him to be

man touched by wilderness. If in a different position, Katie might appreciate him. It

up and moved toward the mirror, slowly lifting her clothes

walked around, mimicking

she peered at her reflection, her eyes narrowing into a sly and somewhat eerie smile. She had

would always belong

The next day was

home,