RURO Chapter 26

Russian Roulette /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

CHAPTER 26

 

He was telling her himself—there was nothing she could hide from Vicente. Was it because of the shame? Tears dripped down from Tessa’s eyes. How did I end up getting so deeply entangled with this man? Where did things start to go wrong?

Vicente gently wiped away her tears with his fingers and whispered softly.

“It’s better to take it when I ask for permission.”

“Can you read all of my thoughts?”

“Well. You don’t exactly seem to have any thoughts you’re trying to hide, either.”

“Why? Do you hate it?” he asked.

Tessa didn’t answer. Her body, craving a Guide, was growing more and more restless with time. Her heart pounded, and the place where she touched his chest burned to the point of pain.

Her body had already finished preparing to accept him. The fluids that spilled out of her in waves made their point of contact slick. If she willed it, taking him in wouldn’t be difficult at all.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

As Tessa trembled, Vicente untied the loosely fastened tie around his neck completely. In an instant, the black tie blocked her vision. She could feel him tying a knot behind her head.

“If looking at my face disgusts you, then don’t look.”

With her vision cut off, all her other senses became even more heightened. Unconsciously, Tessa grabbed tightly onto Vicente’s shoulders and clung to him.

“Feeling a little more at ease now, Tessa?”

Maybe it was because he had disappeared from view. Tessa could feel herself nearing her limit. There was no turning back now. It was far too late for that. She exhaled in short, shallow breaths, focusing on the sensations between her legs. It brought her a strange sense of relief.

His large member parted her narrow entrance and slowly pushed in. A moan slipped through her lips. He had only just entered her, but the overwhelming fullness was both difficult to endure and strangely satisfying.

“You’d better take it all in properly.”

He whispered in her ear, his voice laced with a metallic edge.

“It’s only halfway in.”

Through Vicente’s voice, Tessa realized—he was aroused too. Had his voice always been this soft… this sensual?

She was sure it was Vicente inside her, and yet—maybe because she couldn’t see him—he felt like a phantom. An unreal illusion that was throwing her reality into chaos.

Clinging to the back of his neck, Tessa slowly lowered her hips. How deep had it gone? The moment fear crept in—that if she went any further, her body might tear in two—she froze.

Vicente let out a sigh-like chuckle.

“Even when the table’s set, you still can’t eat, huh?”

“J-just… if you could help a little…”

“You want help?”

The heat in his voice suddenly turned cold and ominous. He was not a man known for his patience. That was something she shouldn’t have forgotten.

Tessa recalled what she had said—how she promised to do her best, to make sure he would be satisfied too. A thought flashed through her mind: if she made Vicente feel frustrated now, he might never give her another chance.

She braced herself against Vicente’s shoulders and slowly began to move her hips. But all she could hear were squelching sounds—there was no real sense that their bodies were truly joined.

No, this wasn’t it. This wasn’t how it felt when he held her. It had been so much better than this—undeniably better.

“What do you think you’re doing, Tessa?”

It was clear now—she was only testing Vicente’s patience. Frozen like a startled fawn, she gasped when a rough hand suddenly seized her hair.

“Ah!”

“Are you hoping I’ll grow tired of you?”

“N-no. That’s not it…”

“How about trying a little harder? To me, it just looks like you’re whining for me to feed you myself. Am I wrong?”

“……”

“If you said you’d satisfy me, then you should know how to keep that promise.”

But Tessa didn’t know how to please a man. She had never been with one before—and had never even been interested in such things. She had no idea what to do to arouse him.

“Seems like you’re still not desperate enough.”

He grabbed Tessa’s frozen lower body and pulled out his cock. Soon after, the tie was removed, and her vision brightened once more. Left alone on the bed, Tessa watched as he adjusted his clothes.

Vicente was planning to leave. That much was clear.

Unable to let him go, Tessa climbed down from the bed and grabbed his arm. His now-cold gaze pierced through her.

“I’m not used to doing these things on my own. I know myself.”

“So?”

“I’m confident I can follow orders well.”

She spoke on impulse, driven by desperation—but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. She had no idea what he might command. Still, she was a person standing on the edge of a cliff. Backing away wasn’t an option granted to her.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to…”

“Whatever I tell you.”

Even so, Tessa wasn’t afraid.

No matter what Vicente ordered her to do, there was no reason to fear him.

Because someday—the people she loved would come to save her.

A strong conviction had taken root in her heart.

It was that very belief that had allowed her to endure everything here—and even now, that hadn’t changed.

Tessa believed in it wholeheartedly.

Fortunately, it seemed she had succeeded in changing Vicente’s mind. Just as he looked ready to leave the bedroom, he turned back toward her.

“Then let’s see just how far a woman like you can fall.”

She thought he was approaching her—but instead, Vicente walked over to the telephone placed beside the bed. He picked up the receiver, dialed a few numbers, then suddenly let it drop from his hand.

Tessa stared blankly at the receiver swaying in midair.

What… is he trying to do?

“Get on the bed. On your stomach.”

He gave the order. She wanted to ask who he had called, but instead, Tessa quietly obeyed and laid down on the bed.

“Raise your hips.”

She felt the bedsheets dip under his weight—he had climbed onto the bed. Holding her breath, Tessa lifted her hips and stayed still, waiting for the next command.

But no such command came.

His hard shaft pressed against her exposed, glistening entrance. Catching a glimpse of the receiver out of the corner of her eye, Tessa suddenly covered her mouth.

“Hands off.”

Despite the commanding tone, the way he kneaded her hips was gentle. The blunt tip teased at her entrance, pressing in just enough to torment her without entering. Tessa swallowed dryly, stirred by a primal anticipation. But he didn’t give her what she wanted.

Then, a voice came from the receiver.

— Hello?

Tessa’s body froze in shock. It was a voice she knew. One she knew very well. There was no way she could mistake it. It was a voice she used to hear every single day.

— …Hello?

“Tessa, you have to say what you want.”

Flustered, she turned to look back at him—only for him to slap her rear.

“Ah—!”

“Say it, Tessa.”

The moment he struck her, her arousal gushed out like a lie. Even she couldn’t understand it. How could she be getting turned on in a situation like this?

Alex was listening. Or maybe… maybe he had already hung up. Tessa hoped he had ended the call. The receiver was too far for her to be sure, but she clung to that fragile possibility.

“Put it… in, please.”

“Say it clearly.”

He must’ve hung up.

If it was Alex, he definitely would’ve hung up.

“P-please… shove it inside me. I’m begging you like this…”

“Tessa, things would’ve been easier if you’d just been honest from the start.”

He whispered as he pressed down on her entrance with his thumb.

“Hnn…”

“After cumming that many times, do you still want more cock?”

“T-that’s…”

She didn’t even have time to deny it. In an instant, he thrust deep inside, and Tessa let out a scream-like moan.

“Ah—ah!”

She wanted to cover her mouth, but she didn’t want to upset Vicente.

With each thrust from below, her mind went completely blank. Clutching the bedsheets, Tessa sobbed as his cock drove into her.

The overwhelming pleasure was too much to bear. She reached back, trying to hold on to Vicente—but instead, her wrists were simply caught and held down.

“Please, Vicente… haah, ah!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep calling my name.”

“Vicente… Vicente…”

With her forehead pressed into the pillow, Tessa felt her vision flicker. As Vicente thrust into her, he leaned forward and embraced her. At the very moment he gripped her round breasts in both hands and dragged along her peak—thud!—a powerful thrust drove his thick cock into her deepest spot.

Trapped between his solid arms, Tessa writhed—then came undone completely.

“I have no intention of letting you go.”

He whispered into her ear as she gasped, still trembling from the aftermath of her climax.

“So now, wake up from your dream, Tessa Ambrose.”