Chapter 166: Do you want to watch a passion scene?
"Really?" His sullen voice was so low, and a gleam of light flashed through his cold eyes. He suddenly rushed over, grabbed my arm forcefully, and pressed me down.
I was frightened by his sudden movement, "What are you doing!"
"Don't you want to watch a passionate drama? I'll let you be the heroine tonight!" He said, tearing my pajamas apart, exposing my snow-white skin, and a chill surged into my heart.
"Don't you want me to be a widow?" I pretended to be calm and stared at his face.
"You have been a widow for several days, haven't you?" His slender fingertips traced my cheek, and the corners of his handsome mouth raised an evil arc: "Tonight, I want to taste what it's like to be a living widow. You
Don't you like acting very much? Your role tonight is that of a widow. You haven't touched a man for many years. It's rare for someone to take pity on you. You can indulge in as much debauchery as you want. The louder you scream, the more I like it..."
After he finished speaking, he bit down on my neck and chewed hard, like a wild animal chewing on freshly hunted food, so ferociously and violently.
"No...ah..." I couldn't help but cry out in pain and kept moving my body, trying to get rid of his restraints.
But he bit harder, as if my movement more easily aroused his desire, and his big hands crazily destroyed my body, trying to get more pleasure.
"Let me go...you bastard..." I yelled and cursed, but I couldn't control his brutality.
He leaned down and pushed hard into my body. The tearing pain made me unable to hold back my tears, and they fell violently...
The long night, the endless torture, I gritted my teeth and endured it all, letting the tears on my face soak the pillow.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped. The broken hair on his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his heavy breath slowly subsided.
With the light of victory flashing in his eyes, he grabbed my chin and forced me to face him: "How was it? Are you satisfied with my performance? Do you want to do it again?"
"..." I closed my eyes and didn't want to talk to him.
"What a pity, your performance makes me very dissatisfied!"
"..." I remained silent.
"With such acting skills, without the support of the backstage, you really can't be a heroine! If I were you, I would serve the master in front of you well instead of trying to please the actor as a backup!"