The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1892

It was damp, dark, and cold...

A musty odor mixed with the intense scent of tobacco struck Carrie as she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. She could not distinguish between dream and reality.

In her daze, she felt a cold, snakelike hand caressing her skin.

"Who are you...?!"

As if escaping from a nightmare, Carrie jolted awake, only to find herself in another terrifying one.

Sitting by her bed, Jason Solloway's pale hand was creeping up her slender ankle, inch by inch, caressing her smooth skin.

"Don't... Don't touch me!"

only to find her hands and feet bound, unable

as the man's filthy hand roamed her body, filling her veins with the scorching heat of

"Don't?"

desire." When you say this to your fiance, doesn't it mean you're trying to play hard to get? You've lived with a

Carrie shook her head vigorously, tears brimming

"Don't push your luck!"

his true nature

think that the Thompson boy will take you in? He's just enjoying the thrill of the chase! I despise Ryan, so I must marry you to make him watch his woman

undid his tie, and his eyes were gleaming with unfulfilled desire. "You're no longer a virgin. Ryan has already had his way with you. One more time

trembled uncontrollably, tears rolling down her pale cheeks like broken pearls. Struggling, she cried out with her hoarse voice, "Get off

in Jason's deranged mind, her resistance only fueled his

of her tear-streaked and delicate face ignited a dark fire within him. It made him want to

of his

his belt, the bedroom door suddenly flung