Forever Love

Through the dark night, a luxury villa stood. However, if one were to step closer, he could sense the pandemonium happening in the master bedroom.

The light was dim. However, it could be seen that there were two figures tangled together underneath the covers. A seductive fragrance encompassed the room, enough to draw reason out of the man!

"Let me go, you bastard!" the woman screamed. Her voice was already hoarse from pleading countless times as she struggled beneath the man. Her fists pounded against his biceps but it was to no avail.

It seemed that the more she struggled, the more encouraged the man was.

"You belong to me," he whispered in her ear. Although his touch was gentle, he was giving her little space to move around, suffocating her from his hold alone.

"No way!" she choked out in horror. It was a bad case of deja vu. His face rippled memories of what happened to her two years ago, and a strange sensation filled her body.

His natural cologne hit her nose and she sighed.

This time, he wasn't going to give her a chance to escape.

Gradually, the woman stopped struggling. The pain was replaced by insurmountable amount of pleasure and happiness that she almost ought to be ashamed of herself.

How could she like him?

The night was getting colder, and her warmth and scent only made him want to sink into her repeatedly.

It was a night of unexplainable sexuality and vigor, that was for sure.

Later in the next day, Bella Su opened her eyes to the sound of birds chirping from the balcony.

leaned back a little, taking in the scene in front of

scattered all over the sheets and onto the carpet. Some of

body. It

fingers tangling onto the

her quilt only to find herself naked. She was so shocked that she kicked one

a muscular man sleeping beside her, but she could

What the hell?

could she fuck the man for the

man who had hit her with his car the night before was the same one she'd saved in the

had never been in a relationship, yet she had already given him her virginity. No matter how good-looking he was, she couldn't forgive him for

gentle and considerate that she fell asleep, secured in his arms. But then, she had a dream of her mother beating her with a harsh end of a stick. Bella

Bastard! Liar! Ungrateful ass!

You asshole!" she

quilt and lazily rubbed his eyes. Squinting, he turned

trailed off when she went to a series of coughs. She had caught a cold under the rain yesterday, and it was difficult for her to talk now. She scowled. He knew she was ill,

was stunned. He stretched out his hand and placed

hand away. "It's none of your

he did so. "Don't be like that,"

Honest? He wanted her to be honest?

with the quilt, sneering at him. "I don't need you to take care of me," she spat.

her strong scent tempted him endlessly, but he ignored

– how delicious she smelled. Fortunately, not everyone had a keen sense of smell,