All Out Of Love

"Carlos, please stop... I have a boyfriend!"

Celia cried out in shock.

In a desperate attempt to prevent the threatened carnage, Celia covered her body with whatever cloth her fingers could grasp.

"Boyfriend? Did he ever touch you?"

They were so close to each other that Celia could feel the anger in his voice.

"No, No. Ron isn't that kind of man,"

she murmured. That man had always been very warm and gentle.

"Ron? It sounds like you guys are very close."

The man smiled again, but the residual coldness in his face made Celia more anxious. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

"Carlos, please stop! Even if I... Even if I had unknowingly given myself to you before, you can't force me... Hmmm..."

Before she could finish her words, Carlos slammed his lips into hers.

Celia, however, had no idea that Carlos would be so jealous to find that she was already involved with someone else.

His cold eyes immediately showed his firm determination.

"As I've said before, I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

Celia widened her eyes in horror. She hadn't even had the chance to be intimate with Ron.

She gaped at Carlos in stunned disbelief and then she tried to push him away with all her strength, but all her resistance did was arouse the man's desire to conquer and subdue her.

He grabbed her waist with his strong hands, allowing her no room to retreat.

Feeling ashamed and violated, she helplessly tried to be rid of him, but she was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

No matter how hard she resisted, her efforts were all in vain.

Celia was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

What she needed was some air!

"Exhale... inhale..."

bitterness in her eyes or the feeble strength of her body that suddenly drove the man

as if the very sight of her face

and gasped terribly, groaning out a little as air

for air and his desire

same sweet, especially the sense of familiarity that he hadn't

about to happen excited his

in a total mess. The kiss just now made it clear to her that she resented this man, but then why did she

burning sensation on her skin that the man whispered, "It's

at the scissors on the ground. Celia realized that this might

up the scissor and pointed it at the man's chest. Her movement was clean and properly executed with precision and

from me or you'll regret

'Right hand!'

keen eyes focused intently at her

But not

as

'It can't be!'

she gripped his arm with her slender fingers; the way her face turned red and even the manner of the kiss

shifted his gaze towards the

inside her mind. Although she could clearly see the expression on his face, his presence was

me?" Carlos finally broke the silence. Celia couldn't tell whether he was angry or not from his voice, so she remained silent. Carlos took this as an opportunity to

and resilience, she would be able to pierce his

tightened her grip on

gave him no response, the man

got because she knew he was just trying to distract her with his mind games.

was at a complete loss of what

get one shot at this! It's

as he stepped

and waving the knife at Carlos.

a palpitant moment while she held her breath and shut

moment, blood gushed out, thick and strong and stained the man's white shirt,

as though time had slowed down for a moment.

from Celia's hands and landed on the floor. A

stared at the bleeding man in utter disbelief, her whitening lips quivered.

Right then, Boris broke into

bed sheet from the floor and wrapping

"Get out!"

at Boris, sending him out almost