RURO Chapter 35

Russian Roulette /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

CHAPTER 35

The fluttering blouse was torn from his hands. The slip beneath, once a final line of defense, met the same fate. He had no intention of playing the gentleman—he had never been one in the first place.

A possessiveness he hadn’t felt before overwhelmed him. It was like being swept into a vortex he couldn’t name. Even Vicente himself didn’t know where this emotion would lead. Still, he decided to be honest with what he felt.

The woman before him was pitiful, foolish, pathetic. She was just a card in the game, and yet something about her agitated him too much for that to be all.

A damn dog of the government. It had been a long time since someone irritated him this much.

Tessa had stirred something in him. Maybe that was why—it wasn’t only cruelty she awakened. Lust rose with it, and his lower body ached. Maybe rage and desire weren’t so different. Vicente had found their intersection in Tessa.

How dull and tiresome his life had been.

Always chasing stronger stimuli, Vicente vaguely thought that in this moment, he might have found the perfect stimulant.

He pulled up Tessa’s skirt and positioned himself between her legs. Underneath him, she thrashed like a fish just caught.

“Get off me.”

“And why should I?”

“I don’t want to do this right now!”

“When you needed guiding, I fulfilled my duty faithfully. So when I need you, isn’t it only fair you spread your legs for me?”

His hardened penis, still confined within his pants, pressed against the fabric of her underwear. Pulling her thighs closer, he sneered.

“You said you wanted to be punished, didn’t you? Isn’t this better than getting shot?”

“I’d rather be shot.”

“And then what? Come crawling back, begging to be fucked again?”

Tessa turned her head sharply. Her eyes clenched shut with unyielding defiance. She had begged before, pleaded to be touched, to be fucked—and yet now, she acted as though she hadn’t.

Overcome by arousal, Vicente furrowed his brows and shrugged off his outer coat.

Tessa would beg eventually. She had no choice but to need him. Vicente allowed himself to imagine the thrill of finally conquering her.

“I never thought I’d be this serious about it.”

“Let me go.”

“You turned me on, so you’ll have to pay the price.”

Her breasts, rising beneath her bra, lifted temptingly. Her dark nipples stood firm, and Vicente laughed.

“Not in the mood, you say?”

“Haah…”

“They’re standing up, Tessa. Like they’re begging to be sucked.”

He circled her areola with his thumb, then scraped the peak with his nail. Tessa reacted instinctively, tightening her thighs around his hips.

“How should I handle you, hmm?”

He could thrust into her right now if he wanted—but Vicente decided to be patient. He didn’t enjoy having sex with a woman frozen stiff.

He would make her beg and plead.

Make her say obscene things with her own mouth, again and again.

His teasing, never touching her where it counted, made Tessa gasp and squirm. Vicente fondled her pale breasts, kneading them, while continuing to grind his heated lower body against hers.

She wouldn’t last long. A Guide’s body was like an aphrodisiac to a Sentinel. Especially to someone like Tessa, who desperately needed guiding.

“Say what’s in your head. I told you—there’s nothing you can hide from me.”

“All I’m thinking is that you’re disgusting.”

“No, you were just thinking how you wanted your tits sucked until milk came out.”

The only light in the room came from faint moonlight and the glimmer of the city beyond. That glow gave her body soft shadows, making her chest look even more enticing.

“Don’t pretend to have pride just because you’re a Sentinel. Every time I touch you like this, you think such filthy things. Want to say them out loud?”

“I… I…”

“You’re a leaking ship, Tessa. Trying to block it with your hand won’t help.”

Her resistance was what made Tessa most appealing. The easier a toy is to get, the faster it becomes boring. She was clamping her mouth shut now—but how long would that last?

When he took her right breast into his mouth and sucked hard, a sharp moan escaped her. As he drew her in with his mouth and pressed the tip with his tongue, Tessa gasped and wrapped her arms around his head.

With his other hand, he rubbed her nipple in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to satisfy. Maybe it was because it was his Sentinel’s skin, but the taste in his mouth was strangely sweet. When he pressed his hips down in rhythm with his caresses, she burst into sobs. Between her legs wasn’t any different.

Vicente knew Tessa wanted him. The instincts of a Sentinel cried out in joy, longing to take him into that tight hole.

The moment he grazed her nipple with his teeth, Tessa finally lost control and let out an undignified moan.

“Mmngh, hnn…”

Hatred, huh. What a feeble emotion in the face of primal instinct. Tessa momentarily forgot her pride and tightened her thighs around Vicente’s waist. When she lifted her hips, he had to stifle a laugh.

“You don’t have to squeeze like that.”

He spoke as he hurriedly but precisely unbuttoned his shirt.

“This time, I’m the impatient one.”

His flawless body appeared before Tessa’s eyes. She had seen it a few times before, but every time, her gaze was drawn to it without fail.

Contrary to public belief, he was a high-functioning Sentinel. She had known for sure the day he used his abilities right in front of her. Was that what a true Sentinel’s body looked like? No doubt he had lived a life completely opposite from hers—constantly thrown into dangerous missions.

A man untouchable by anyone.

What must it feel like to have that much power?

Why would God grant such strength to someone so selfish and cruel?

Vicente gave her no time to continue thinking. When he touched her hardened nipple, the long-forgotten sensation surged up again, making Tessa twist her body.

“Nngh…”

“Look, Tessa. It’s swollen red and looks delicious.”

“Stop… touching me.”

“Well? Starting to feel like being honest now?”

When he unbuckled his pants, his restrained cck sprang free, proudly displaying its size. With a hand as big as his cck, Vicente rubbed it slowly up and down.

Veins bulged as his thick cock stood menacingly erect—it seemed to embody just how uncontrollable his desire for Tessa had become.

Startled, Tessa tried to back away, but it was useless. Vicente pulled her thigh forward and rubbed his dck against the fabric covering her pssy.

“Haa… Tessa.”

His black eyes, usually as empty as an abyss, now glowed with lust. Vicente wanted her. It was a clear shift from before.

It wasn’t that he had never slept with Tessa before—but until now, Vicente had acted like he would never touch her unless she begged first. Tessa was closer to an object of mockery than lust.

Vicente enjoyed watching her let go of her pride.

Like he was testing how far she could fall.

But this time was different. His desire for her seemed unmistakable. Why, all of a sudden?

Is this just another of your twisted games to drag me down?

No, it felt different. Vicente seemed intoxicated by something. His gaze remained fixed solely on Tessa, unwavering.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Tessa tensed her throat and asked. It was a desperate attempt to keep her voice from trembling.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you wouldn’t do anything unless I begged first. You’ve never acted like this before.”

“Who knows. Why am I acting like this all of a sudden?”

He tugged on the tie wrapped around her neck. Her breath caught, and she let out a strained cough.

“One thing’s for sure, Tessa.”

“Kh, kuh!”

“I’ve started to want you.”

He looked at her pained expression like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“I want to replace that leash around your neck with one of my own.”