fantishu
Chapter 408
Chapter 408
She flicked the room light on right away.
The sudden light jabbed into his eyes, and he angrily slammed the door shut.
She looked at him, her heart pounding with fear.
He was drunk, and after closing the door, his long fingers began impatiently unbuttoning his shirt.
As soon as she realized what he was up to, she was too scared to even breathe.
"Elijah! You're in the wrong room!" She tried to rouse him, "This is my room!"
He looked at her and walked towards the bed, at the same time, he took off his shirt and threw it on the
floor.
"I'm not drunk." He got into bed, firmly holding her injured leg, "Don't move this leg."
She was speechless.
He didn't seem drunk, but knowing she was injured, so why did he still come to torment her?
Soon, his warm lips were on her neck.
She smelled a strange, strong perfume on him and immediately frowned.
The maid had mentioned that a group of young, beautiful women had come to the house a few days
ago and stayed for three days.
The strange scent on him must've been left by one of those women.
Even though he had taken off his shirt, the scent on him was still strong.
Disgusted, she pushed his head away and said coldly, "Don't touch me!"
He was interrupted and looked at her angrily.
"You smell like another woman's perfume!" She couldn't control her anger, "You filthy man! Don't touch
me!"
The moment her words fell, she pushed him away again.
After three days of rest, she had regained much of her strength, and he almost fell off the bed.
Her words, her actions, stirred his desires.
He propped himself up with one hand and quickly unbuckled his belt with the other.
He only intended to be intimate with her, not planning anything substantial.
But now, he had to punish her!
"You said I'm a devil, right? Have you ever seen a clean devil?" His husky voice accompanied by his Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
ragged breath, his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him, "I'm the filthiest man in this
world! But that won't stop me from having sex with you!"
He pressed heavily against her body, stopping her from resisting or moving.
Tears silently slid down, she stared at his face.
"Turn off the lights! Turn them off!" She screamed hoarsely.
Seeing her agitated state, he didn't want to obey, but the tears shimmering in her eyes hurt him.
He abruptly turned off the light, and the room plunged into darkness.
All that could be heard was her faint sobbing and his suppressed, heavy breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, the man's breathing became steady.
He was lying on top of her, asleep.
She wiped away her tears and pushed him to the side with all her strength.
He laid beside her, his long arm naturally wrapped around her waist.
How ridiculous!
He always kept her injured leg on the outside. Read at
She couldn't calm down.
Her body was tense, a terrifying thought flashed in her mind - She would kill him!
That way, she wouldn't suffer anymore! Her two children would be safe!
Once this thought appeared, it spread through her body like a virus, impossible to erase.