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.

back instinctively, says shyly, “no... don’t.”

his head on my

My words stuck in my mouth and I

to him. It would be too pretentious to say no now.

It is my own choice, and I have to accept it.

eyes and say nothing.

My body is trembling because

Suddenly, I am lifted up in

open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me up and go straight upstairs.

tension down. I catch the wrinkles out of

me on the big bed,

you're

sure that all of this is the result of

this up?” I stare at him, unable

not knowing what

know very well that he is playing the

come up, one hand rubbing my softness,

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

I feel so

before, that is to say, my first time

has some value, which gives me a bit of

myself become a commodity; it

the heavy rain, all the way down to the most

soften down because of his teasing, and the shame liquid also flows out from my private

When the time is right, Frances Louis comes up

“Pain…”

The pain makes my whole-body tense and my

“You…”

Frances Louis stares at me for a long time

Yes.

It’s my

certainly doesn’t know that

That’s why he shows an

other words, I am too sore

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