Josie’s helplessness still lingered, and she couldn’t believe Dexter would humiliate her like that.

Still, she shook her head and used her last bit of strength to say, “I don’t like it. Nor am I willing to do it.”

Dexter looked at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. Whenever he recalled the picture of her with another. man, the agitation deep within him roiled relentlessly, almost pushing him to the brink of endurance.

He leaned down and grasped the back of her neck, forcing her closer to him. “But I like it.”

When he was not in the mood to talk nicely, he was no different from a frivolous man who regarded the world with disdain. He would have no qualms about causing chaos and destruction to obtain something he desired.

Kneeling on the ground, Josie clutched at his pants tightly, yet the expensive fabric barely wrinkled.

“You lured me here with your tricks just for this?”

Dexter didn’t affirm or deny it. “Isn’t this what you’re best at?”

It was a blatant insult. Surprisingly, Josie didn’t get angry. She stopped struggling, her fair and delicate hand landing on his silver belt. With a light press on the buckle, a soft click sounded.

desire blazed all the hotter.

face devoid of expression. Just when she was about to unfasten his belt, a hand suddenly

doing whatever I

uncontrollable urge to kill someone within him.

calmly raised her eyes. “Wasn’t it you

more oppressive to the point of suffocating. Dexter’s mood was a mix of gloom and frustration, yet she continued, “Isn’t what you enjoy most watching me trapped in the golden cage you’ve created, crashing around until I’m battered and bloodied but forever under your control? Does that make you feel good, Dexter?”

furrowed. Suddenly, a smile showed on his face, devoid of any warmth. “Yeah, I suppose.” Josie

surrounded by riches and had always been the dominant one. Conversely, she

gap between them had long since widened

have you

whether her sudden remark was referring to the boy she grew up with or the man

slightly. Her words struck him right in the heart, and her sorrowful expression almost plunged

the

world out there. The darkness outside made the room grow even dimmer and the atmosphere increasingly solemn and

in a corner, watching the heavy raindrops pelt against the

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