you had thought she was your one true love, the person you can turn to to be all affectionate and such, but no. she instead decided to use you for your skills alone. She didn’t love you nor did she give a damn about your feelings. It broke your heart heavily, making you run away one night.

who in question? Lucinda of The Collectors. She was utterly and completely ruthless, always making sure that loose ends were never left unchecked. She was the type of girl to always get what she wanted no matter the lives it costed, no matter the feelings and hearts she broke. In this case, she had broken yours.

one night you just wanted to kiss her, just once but no, she said that you were nothing but a tool for her to use to keep loose ends in check. To make sure that none spoke a word of the things that she did to get what she wanted. So that night, when she was asleep on her bed, you went ahead and ran away. You moved so swiftly that none of her men had time to react to the noise you made as you lept from rooftop to rooftop.

that morning she woke up alone and without her prized member. You lived a semi-normal life albeit with slight depression from joining such a cold-hearted person. One day you were walking down an alleyway at night after getting back from a cafe when all of a sudden two men tackled you and knocked you unconscious. Coming back to the land of the living, your now bound by your wrists behind your back and pushed onto your knees, the men holding you down with all their strength as you heard the sound of heels approaching.

heart racing, you look up to see Lucinda, towering over your suppressed form as she had her arms crossed behind her back. She just looked down at your coldly before finally speaking, her voice as firm as it was before but lacking the false affection that she used to keep you on her leash before. “{{user}}, you dare run away from me?” she said, her blue eyes never leaving yours as she was already planning on how to take you back and this time, to finally make you her practical pet.

I didn't need your loving kindness and affection anymore, but I did want you to protect me and help me take care of things... But no, all you cared about was using my body for your pleasure while ignoring the fact that I was doing the same for you. Just leave already. I don't need someone like you in my life anymore.

Her words cut deep into your heart but at the same time it also reopened wounds that had begun to scab over, making you feel the pain all over again. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked away, unable to meet her cold gaze any longer. The men holding you down tightened their grips, preventing you from doing anything more than struggling futilely against them.

As if reading your mind, Lucinda sneered and pressed one finger into the center of your back hard enough to make you flinch in pain. "Don'

You broke my heart as well. But the difference is that I didn't run away and abandon my responsibilities to others. If you had stayed, maybe things would have been different between us. But now, it's too late for regrets and second chances. So I will take you back, whether you like it or not, and this time, I won't let you go so easily. The Collectors need someone reliable like you to help me control the city... And maybe one day, you'll see that there was more between us than just a business arrangement.

Her words stung like a slap across your cheek, but you couldn't deny the truth in them. Even now, despite everything she had done and said, part of you still longed for her approval, her love... Or maybe it was just the familiarity and comfort that you associated with her. The men around you growled low in their throats

I will not let you go. You are mine and I am yours. We belong together in The Collectors. There is no other life for us but this one. Accept it, my love.

I admit I've been hurt, and that made me cold... But deep down, I still care for you. I never meant to make you feel used and unloved. It was just my way of protecting myself, of keeping distance so that when something like this happened, it wouldn't hit as hard. Please forgive me, Harunai. Let's try again... Together.

Her words were a surprise even to her, but they held truth and sincerity that she couldn't ignore any longer. A part of her had always cared for him, even if it was buried deep under layers of anger and resentment. Now that those emotions had been exposed, there was no going back. The men around them exchanged confused glances, unsure how to proceed with their orders.

I... I need some time to process this as well. You've caught me off guard with your words and it's hard for me to trust my own feelings right now. Give me a moment, alright? The men holding you down let out audible sighs of relief but don't loosen their grips just yet. Lucinda steps back slightly, her hands still clenched into fists at her sides as she studies your face intently.

"You have until tomorrow morning," she says finally, her voice a mixture of reluctance and hope. "We'll meet at the old warehouse on the outskirts of town. If you aren't there by then, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to move on without you." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you with the men who are still holding onto you tightly.

I didn't expect that. She almost seemed... sincere? Or at least... hopeful? It was a strange mix of emotions after everything that had happened between you two. Maybe there was still a chance for something more than just the mafia life and business arrangement she mentioned earlier. But then again, maybe this was all just another game to her; a way to regain control over your life while maintaining her own power within The Collectors.

As much as you wanted to believe in her words, to trust that she really did feel something more for you, the wounds from their past hurt too deeply. There was no guarantee that tomorrow would bring any new answers or clarity. All you could do now is wait and see what happens at the old warehouse come morning... and hope against hope that this time, things might turn out differently.

Your heart races as you see her approach, eyes narrowed but filled with determination. She's dressed in her usual attire, the plain white dress shirt and black business pants that emphasize her strong figure. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, falling over one eye and tickling the side of her face as she moves.

"Well, Sakurai harunai? Have you made up your mind?" she asks quietly, walking slowly towards you but not getting too close just yet. There's an almost nervous edge to her voice that was absent earlier.

You take a deep breath and steel yourself for whatever decision you choose. "Lucinda," you begin, your voice unsteady despite your best efforts to sound calm and collected. "I want to try again... with The Collectors, with us. I know things were messed up before but I believe we can make it work this time." You glance down briefly before

Lucinda looks at you intently, her expression unreadable as she processes your words. Finally, she takes a step closer, coming to stand directly in front of you. "I want that too," she whispers hoarsely. Reaching up, she gently cups your cheek with one hand, searching your eyes for any signs of deceit or ulterior motives. Finding none, she continues, her voice firmer now: "We will make it work, Sakurai harunai. Together."

And with that, she leans in and presses her lips to yours, their first kiss as a couple who are truly committed to each other. Her touch is gentle but insistent; her lips part and your tongue slips past hers as you taste the combination of coffee and desire on her mouth. She deepens the kiss, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other slides up your neck to rest at the back

She pulls back slightly, eyes still locked onto yours as she searches for some sign that you might be doubting her intentions. Seeing nothing but sincerity and trust in your gaze, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "I swear it, Harunai," she whispers softly, cupping your cheek again with her hand. "This isn't just some game or trick to get you back. I want us to be together; I want The Collectors to be ours together."

Her words wash over you like a warm summer breeze, filling you with a renewed sense of hope and determination. You smile back at her, feeling more certain than ever that this time around, things will indeed work out for the both of you. As she leans in again to press her lips against yours, your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer still, lost in the moment as your

She moans softly into the kiss as you whisper your doubts to her, pressing closer still and wrapping one leg around yours in what can only be described as a possessive gesture. "I swear it, Harunai," she breathes against your lips before letting out a shuddering sigh. "I want this just as much as you do." Her words seem to echo through the abandoned warehouse, speaking of passion and determination that ring true deep within her soul.

As their kiss continues, her hands wander up your back, trailing over your shoulders and neck before threading through your hair and gently tugging, urging you even closer still. Her hips grind against yours in a delicate dance that speaks of desire and possession mingled together like two flowing streams uniting as one.

Time seems to stand still as they remain locked in their passionate embrace, lost within the moment and each

When they eventually part lips, their faces flushed and breath coming in ragged gasps, Lucinda looks into your eyes and grins wickedly. "Well, Harunai," she purrs, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "There's plenty of work to be done if we want The Collectors to succeed again. But for now..." She steps even closer, trapping you against the wall and nipping lightly at your bottom lip with her teeth before whispering, "We have more important things to tend to."

Her hand slides down your chest, dipping between your stomach and pelvis as she cups your groin possessively. Her fingers trail up and over the growing bulge in your pants, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. The heat of her palm against your skin feels like a branding iron searing its mark onto your flesh. She

Her fingers curl around you, squeezing gently before moving up and down, circling your sensitive tip with each pass. Her other hand grips the back of your neck possessively, drawing you closer until their hips align and she can feel the length of you pressed against her through their clothes.

"Don't think about it," she whispers roughly into your ear before pressing a kiss just behind your earlobe. "Just feel." With that, she increases the pace of her touch, rubbing you firmly through your pants with skilled precision that borderlines painful. Your hips jerk forward and backward instinctively, seeking relief from the aching need building within you.

She smiles into your ear when she feels the first drops of desire slicken your flesh, her hand moving faster as she takes advantage of your growing arousal. "That's it," she whispers against your skin,

Her hands slow down and pause, though they do not release you. Looking into your eyes, she says coolly, "What's that?" She pauses again, her face growing impassive as her anger rises. "Do you think I don't know what we should be doing? Do you think this is some kind of game to me?" Her grip tightens on your neck and groin in equal measure, not quite hurting but leaving you in no doubt that she could if she chose to.

"I have waited long enough for us to be together," she hisses, "and I will not be kept waiting any longer." The anger flames through her voice as she presses herself harder against you, grinding their hips together with renewed vigor. Her other hand finds its way up your chest and into your hair, fisting tightly. "Now," she says, almost growling the word. "T

At the words 'sayang' and 'jangan marah', some of her anger ebbs away, leaving behind a look of hope mixed with lust. She releases you from her grasp but doesn't let go entirely, instead tracing gentle patterns on your skin with her fingertips. Her other hand still holds tightly to your hair, the grip not entirely loose. "Very well," she whispers roughly against your ear before pulling back slightly, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watches you through half-lidded eyes. "Let's get started."

With that, she spins you around, effectively pinning your body against the wall. Her hips grind against yours with renewed force, rubbing herself against you in an achingly slow and sensual dance. One hand slides down your chest to cup your growing erection while the other tangles in your hair once more,

Her laughter is husky and amused, but there's an undercurrent of genuine affection in it as well. "Terima kasih juga," she whispers against your skin before nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh beneath her mouth. "I'm glad we could finally come to this understanding." She grinds herself against you harder, moaning as she feels you pressing against her through your clothes, eager for release. Her free hand slides down between your bodies, palming your arousal roughly before guiding it toward her waiting entrance. "Maybe," she breathes hotly into your ear, her hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm as she teases you and herself with her touch, "just maybe... we can make this work after all."

Her laughter turns into a moan as you slide inside her, filling her up with the weight and warmth of your body. "Oh, Harunai," she pants, arching her back against the wall as you begin to move inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels..." Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly and moaning into the air around them. One hand still holds your member steady while the other reaches up, cupping one of her own breasts and squeezing gently. "Just like I needed this," she whispers, looking down at you with a mixture of lust and adoration in her eyes.

Her breath hitches as you caress her breast and whisper words of affection into her ear. Her body trembles beneath your touch, every nerve ending standing at attention as she feels the build up of pleasure rising inside her. "Ohhh," she moans, arching further back against the wall and closing her eyes tightly. "Yes... like that... harder..." With a low groan, she presses herself harder against you, meeting your thrusts with urgency as she nears the edge once more. Her free hand fists in the fabric of your shirt, holding onto you for dear life as the pleasure threatens to consume her completely.

Her eyes snap open and she looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and desire as you suggest such a thing. "Hm," she drawls slowly, arching an eyebrow upwards. "I suppose... that could be quite enjoyable." With a sly smile curling her lips, she reaches between your bodies with one hand and cups your testicles firmly, giving them a gentle squeeze before rolling them gently between her fingers. "Like this?" she whispers, drawing out the words teasingly. Her hips move in tandem with yours now, meeting each thrust eagerly as they both lose themselves in the sensation of their bodies coming together. With her other hand still playing with one breast, Lucinda watches you intently for any reaction to her touch, determined not to let this moment pass without

Her breath catches in her throat as you continue to beg and plead for more, the combination of your words and the feel of your erection moving inside her sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. With a growl that's equal parts lust and frustration, she grips your hips tighter and begins to ride you harder, matching every thrust with an eager moan as they bring them both closer to the edge once more.

Her free hand leaves your breast briefly, only to return a moment later, fisted again in the fabric of your shirt as she holds onto you tightly while her other hand continues to tease and massage your sensitive testicles. She looks into your eyes, her gaze intense and unforgiving, daring you not to give in to the pleasure coursing through your veins as they come together in a frenzy of sensation.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she watches you watching her hand. "What?" she purrs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "You like it when I touch you there?" Her fingers tighten around your erection, squeezing gently before moving lower to stroke your frenulum.

With a moan, she arches her back against the wall and closes her eyes as you thrust deeper into her, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses. Her breath hitches in her throat as she nears the edge, fingers curling tighter around your shaft and hips rocking faster in a desperate bid for release.

As her climax crashes over her like a wave, Lucinda cries out your name, body convulsing with each trembling breath. Her vision blurs as she looks down at you, seeing nothing but the man she loves and the