Love Began with the First Meeting

"You're going to pay for this someday!" A hoarse, infuriated voice left her throat and she gnashed her teeth. Were it not for her instincts, she would have fallen down as the hand that was stopping her falling was already frozen.

"Well... I'm looking forward to that day." With a quick, easy movement, Brian drew Molly closer and before she could react, violently thrust his lips against hers.

"Ummm..."

Was all she could muster as she resisted his move by locking her teeth together and pushed him on the chest. But however hard she tried, she felt that her strength was simply negligible as compared to Brian's

Who, ignoring her efforts, simply drew her even closer and started biting, sucking, and tasting her cold lips until finally, they both felt blood!

Molly was desperately trying to run away from this bloody confrontation, but she couldn't. She made another effort to push Brian away, and this time, he let her go.

A pale face, and her lips painted scarlet by her blood, made Brian smile.

It was humiliating. Molly couldn't bear it anymore and without a second thought, one of her hands went straight for Brian.

"Ahh!"

She cried out in pain as she fell down. Her dignity and pride were crushed.

Before she had reached Brian's cheeks, he had deftly blocked the blow with one hand and the resulting reaction had thrown her onto the ground.

Again. Understand?" Brian uttered every word in a steely

to look strong, even though she wasn't, were remarkable. Instead of picking herself up, she simply turned towards him and somberly responded,"

Brian smiled. "Good girl."

Maybe she had suffered so much pain and misery that she could no

cold current made the entire world look

the bed; sleepy, dizzy, and murmuring unconsciously. She was sniffing slightly and her body, which was quivering from time to time, was

unsuccessful in warming her up anymore, as if

was gently feeling the hair that fell around her forehead and, surprisingly, his indifferent face was slowly melting

was reminded of the moment when she had passed out with her intense emotions. How adorably poor she had

glare at him with those clear, beautiful eyes like a little girl

where they caressed them as they shivered, as if comforting a baby.

her forehead softly and whispered," Hope we will have a

tender eyes now carried excitement and shrewdness, much like the eyes of an eagle that had a prey in its sight.

*

Eric was relaxing on the couch in his room, his legs crossed comfortably. Holding a glass of wine in one hand, he gazed into the darkness outside the window. It was drizzling, and the raindrops looked like

light ringing sound interrupted his moment of solitude.

her cold, sexy voice. "Should we share the

think so," he