I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Anne's nails pierced Alan's skin as he began to fuse with her. The stinging and the pain were still the same as the first time Alan had done that to her. Meanwhile, Alan, who really enjoyed their romance, kept pushing his body with fast movements which made Anne jerk up and down.

"Beautiful, you're so beautiful, Anne," Alan chirped as he was about to reach the top.

"I-it hurts.."

Only those words kept coming out of Anne's lips from the first time Alan started it all, even though Alan had warmed up first, but Anne still felt pain. Anne didn't want Alan, that was why she felt the same pain as the night Alan raped her. However, Alan, who was having immense pleasure, was not aware that Anne was in pain. He continued to enjoy the friction after friction he made in Anne's body. He was completely blown away by Anne.

Even though his back was sore from the wound from Anne's sweaty nails, he didn't want to stop his game, as he still enjoyed it. Even though he only took the the missionary style, Alan didn't want to stop, while usually when he made love to his previous women, the missionary style was the style he didn't like the most because he didn't like seeing the expressions of the women he was making out with, pretending to be in pain when he pumped them sensually. But this time, it was different. Anne gave an expression that wasn't made up. She was really in pain even when it wasn't her first time. And seeing Anne's expression made Alan go crazy. She looked very exciting in Alan's eyes with all her expressions and moans of pain.

Anne's pain increased when Alan started to increase his speed. As he almost reached the peak, he spurred his body even faster than before. His grip on Anne's breasts was getting stronger and stronger until he finally pushed his body hard inside her when he reached the top, accompanied by a shout of satisfaction full of pleasure.

"Anne... I love you!!!"

After uttering these three words as he shot his seeds of love into Anne's womb, he didn't move from the top of Anne's body, which was already weak and powerless. Their sweat was mingled in this hot struggle tonight. Alan's breath was still ragged. He was still very exhausted from his 30 minutes of hot love with Anne, while Anne, who didn't want Alan, could only cry in her heart. She screamed and cursed Alan. Her pain really had no cure, her chastity and the purity of her body that she kept for the man she loved had now been enjoyed by another man and it made her feel tormented. Her guilt for Jack made Anne shattered from within.

Alan, who was still resting his head on Anne's shoulder, was disturbed when he felt the water running down his face. He slowly lifted his face and was surprised to see Anne's face was filled with tears.

"Anne..."

Anne looked at Alan with wet eyes.

"Let go of me," she pleaded in a barely audible voice.

Alan gasped, he didn't expect Anne to cry after the romance they just had. Alan had not separated himself from Anne, he still allowed his manhood to sink into Anne's body.

"It hurts, Alan..."

Hearing Anne's words, Alan finally pulled his manhood out of Anne's body. When Alan pulled her back, Anne stuck her nails into Alan's arm. The pain really wasn't artificial. Meanwhile, Alan, who didn't know Anne was in pain, chose to go to the bathroom to clean his manhood from the love juice that belonged to him and Anne's.

Using her last strength, Anne grabbed the blanket beside her legs to cover her naked body. She endured the biting pain in her feminine area to protect her body from Alan's sight. After successfully covering her body with the blanket, Anne tried to close her eyes and hoped the pain would go away.

Alan, who had just come out of the bathroom, went straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of energy drink. It was the energy drink he always drank after he finished having sex. After gulping down the drink, Alan then grabbed a bottle of mineral water and was about to give it to Anne, but when he turned to the bed, he found Anne already curled up against the wall of the tent with her back to him.

"I won't let you go, Anne, I'll make you love me," said Alan quietly, full of confidence.

Because it was very late and all his energy was exhausted, Alan then laid down beside Anne. Wearing his pajamas, Alan tried to sleep. He wasn't wearing anything under his pajamas, even though it was very cold at the moment. He was not afraid of cold because he had someone who would warm his body at the moment.

***

< Mr. Antonio's Villa >

Since his meeting with Alan at the charity event, Erick had not been able to calm down at all. He kept looking for as much information as possible about Alan Knight Clarke, even though it was very late at night. Meanwhile, Alice had been asleep since they had made love two hours ago. Erick was still very curious about the man who had the exact same face as his master.

"Is plastic surgery technology that advanced now, that they are able to change their voices to be very similar?" said Erick quietly, commenting on the video of Alan Knight who was giving a speech at the inauguration of his new company a few weeks ago in Luxembourg.

For some reason, Erick was absolutely sure that Alan was his master. But on the other hand, he couldn't explain why there were so many photos of Alan on the internet since he was a teenager. 

"Arrgghhh God, what kind of ordeal is this? If this man is Master, how can he suddenly become Alan Knight Clarke? But if this man is not Master, why is his face and voice and body gestures are the same as Master Jack's?"

Erick was really unsettled, even though usually when he was tensed due to thinking so hard, making love to Alice would calm him down. But not this time, his mind was still on the man named Alan Knight Clarke. Moreover, he remembered that Anne, who in fact was his master's woman, had now become the man's wife.

"I'm so sorry for your fate, Miss, bad luck always comes in your love story," Erick said softly with teary eyes. He was reminded of Anne's words which said that she was forced to marry the man who had raped her.

Because he couldn't sleep, Erick finally decided to drink wine. He drank the wine straight from the bottle and hoped that he would soon fall asleep and wake up from this confusing nightmare. Erick forgot about Edmund Immanuel and his father, Johnny, who always bothered him. Meeting Alan Knight Clarke and Anne made him really unable to think calmly.

Erick slowly walked towards the balcony and looked up at the beautiful city skyline of Tromso. "Come back, sir, your lady needs your presence. Miss Anne, whom you love, is in big trouble, sir, come back Mr. Jack, and save that kind lady."

To be continued