In My Desperate Time

Chapter 42 You play me like a fool

Why there is so much blood? I am shocked.

“Your hand... Lots of blood.” I say lamely.

“I want you.”

Ignoring my words, he pushes me against the door, his whole body presses mine., his hot breath gushing on my face with the nice smell of wine.

I don't like men getting drunk, because it feels like they stink. But why? Frances Louis smells so good.

The light in the room is dim, and Frances Louis’s eyes are burning like fire, which could melt me at any moment.

“Did…did you drink?”

I swallow, shrink back, and say nervously.

“Yes.” Frances Louis answers softly and looks at me with deep eyes.

I was going to say something to ease the tension, but it seems even more awkward.

Frances Louis knows why I come here, or he wouldn't be waiting for me at home. But he doesn’t mention it, and I couldn't say it, either.

I have vowed solemnly that I would never be his mistress, but only two days later, I send myself to his house.

I think I'm a joke. Those pride and self-respect, now all become my laughing stock.

His fiery kisses come over me, and I can’t resist. I can only let his tongue invade my mouth with the smell of alcohol.

Hot, so hot.

This time, I am not drugged, but my body, is still so hot.

Steven Song is right. I can’t resist a.

But now there is no way for me to turn back.

His hands stroke my hair and then, all the way down, stop at my chest and rub vigorously, leaving the blood with warm breath on my skin.

My heart skips a beat.

I pull back instinctively, says

on my neck and says with a

words stuck in my mouth and I couldn't speak.

send myself to him. It would be too

own choice, and I have to

I close my eyes and

My body is trembling because

am lifted

open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me

I clutch the hem of his shirt, but I couldn't hold the tension down. I catch the

on the big bed,

know you're coming.” Frances Louis whispers.

His words make me sure that all of this is the result of his premeditation.

“Frances Louis, did you set this up?” I stare

“What?” He smiles lightly, seems not knowing what I am talking about.

know very well that he is playing the fool.

one hand rubbing my

His hands are cool, but his lips are hot, falling on my hot skin.

I feel so nervous.

that he didn’t touch me before, that is to say, my first time is still there.

hymen has some value, which gives me

I make myself become a commodity; it

rain, all the way down to the most sensitive place. Both hands are

gradually soften down because of his teasing, and the shame

the time is right, Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching all over

“Pain…”

whole-body tense

“You…”

a long time before he

Yes.

It’s my first time.

Louis has made a thorough investigation of my situation, but he certainly doesn’t know that a woman who has been

he shows an unexpected expression.

I say nothing. In other words, I am too

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