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.

the

with himself,

swollen, bleeding from the bites, presenting

to kiss her without permission, seemed beneath contempt. Would he dare to cross

have

called out casually, slipping her

his hand flat on the ground, ready to receive

twisting it with force. This

hickeys. She had mastered the art of having fun

with an underlying fear, Katie declared, "Never forget you're nothing more than

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's tongue and scare her with a knife. He warned Lauren against speaking of things she shouldn't, leaving Lauren

since it

to what became of Lauren, concerned only with whether Lauren

didn't wish for Lauren's death, wanting Lauren to burn through her remaining passion before her time came. Katie wanted Lauren to show her last bit of

stepped on Abel's

it. Even then, his eyes were filled with unwavering infatuation

questioned Abel's

him to be by her

was sort of good-looking, his dark skin giving him a striking and robust appearance, like a rugged man touched by wilderness. If in a different position, Katie might appreciate him. It was unfortunate

got up and moved toward the mirror, slowly lifting her clothes

around, mimicking those

eyes narrowing into a sly and somewhat eerie

always

The next day

was at home, enjoying