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 shyly, “no... don’t.”

putting his head on my neck and says with a smile.

in my mouth and I

would be too pretentious to say no now.

It is my own choice, and

close my eyes and

is trembling because of nervousness.

lifted up in the air.

picks me up and go straight upstairs.

the tension down. I catch the wrinkles out

He holds me into the room and directly put me on the big bed, then his strong body press on mine.

Noyes, I know you're coming.” Frances Louis whispers.

of this is the result of his premeditation.

“Frances Louis, did you set this up?” I stare at him, unable to say my

seems not

But I know very well that

hand rubbing my softness, and

but his lips are hot, falling on

I feel so nervous.

me before, that is to say, my first time is

hymen has some value, which gives me a bit of bargaining capital.

I make myself become a commodity;

kisses fall on every part of me like the heavy rain, all the way down to the most sensitive place. Both hands are not idle, rubbing in my

of his teasing, and the

comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching all over my body.

“Pain…”

tense and

“You…”

Frances Louis stares at me for a long time before he says, “is this your first time?”

Yes.

my first time.

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

he shows an unexpected expression.

other words, I am too

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