Chapter 42
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 42<\/p>\n
Why there is so much blood? I am shocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour hand… Lots of blood.\u201d I say lamely.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I don’t like men getting drunk, because it feels like they stink. But why? Frances Louis smells so good.<\/p>\n
The light in the room is dim, and Frances Louis\u2019s eyes are burning like fire, which could melt me at any moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid\u2026did you drink?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallow, shrink back, and say nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d Frances Louis answers softly and looks at me with deep eyes.<\/p>\n
I was going to say something to ease the tension, but it seems even more awkward.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis knows why I come here, or he wouldn’t be waiting for me at home. But he doesn\u2019t mention it, and I couldn’t say it, either.<\/p>\n
I have vowed solemnly that I would never be his mistress, but only two days later, I send myself to his house.<\/p>\n
I think I’m a joke. Those pride and self-respect, now all become my laughing stock.<\/p>\n
His fiery kisses come over me, and I can\u2019t resist. I can only let his tongue invade my mouth with the smell of alcohol.<\/p>\n
Hot, so hot.<\/p>\n
This time, I am not drugged, but my body, is still so hot.<\/p>\n
Steven Song is right. I can\u2019t resist a.<\/p>\n
But now there is no way for me to turn back.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
My heart skips a beat.<\/p>\n
I pull back instinctively, says shyly, \u201cno… don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t?\u201d He stops, putting his head on my neck and says with a smile.<\/p>\n
My words stuck in my mouth and I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n
I send myself to him. It would be too pretentious to say no now.<\/p>\n
It is my own choice, and I have to accept it.<\/p>\n
I close my eyes and say nothing.<\/p>\n
My body is trembling because of nervousness.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I am lifted up in the air.<\/p>\n
I open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me up and go straight upstairs.<\/p>\n
I clutch the hem of his shirt, but I couldn’t hold the tension down. I catch the wrinkles out of his shirt, which is not in keeping with Frances Louis’s usual dapper appearance.<\/p>\n
He holds me into the room and directly put me on the big bed, then his strong body press on mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane Noyes, I know you’re coming.\u201d Frances Louis whispers.<\/p>\n
His words make me sure that all of this is the result of his premeditation.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrances Louis, did you set this up?\u201d I stare at him, unable to say my suspicion out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d He smiles lightly, seems not knowing what I am talking about.<\/p>\n
But I know very well that he is playing the fool.<\/p>\n
I want to ask more questions, but his body come up, one hand rubbing my softness, and the other hand begins to untie my clothes skillfully.<\/p>\n
His hands are cool, but his lips are hot, falling on my hot skin.<\/p>\n
Although the hymen is not a rare thing now, what he said still makes my heart aching.<\/p>\n
In the eyes of Frances Louis, I am such a person.<\/p>\n
I want to explain.<\/p>\n
But I feel that the explanation is redundant. Woman will bleed the first time. We will see if I’m lying or not later.<\/p>\n
I smile and say nothing.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis’s face darkens. Not waiting me to get used to it, he continues to move inside my body.<\/p>\n
I bite my lips tightly so that I wouldn’t cry by this humiliation. Like an unconscious marionette, I heave with the movements of Frances Louis.<\/p>\n
Waves after waves of pleasure sweep over me. I, like a lost boat in the deep sea, float and sink, but can never reach the shore. His movements overwhelm me like a storm and make me indulged in.<\/p>\n
It takes a long time for Frances Louis to release at the deepest part of my body, filling me up completely.<\/p>\n
And I am as limp as a puddle of mud, lying on the bed and having no strength to turn over.<\/p>\n
He pulls away from me, sits down on the edge of the bed, putting on his trousers. He looks at me in the bed, and laughs.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I find you, I didn’t expect you to be a virgin. But you make up such a bad joke and treat me like a fool?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes fell on me as he carelessly deals with the wound in his hand. I support myself up and look at the place where we united so intimately before, and I am stunned.<\/p>\n
The sheet is clean and free of impurities.<\/p>\n
Even the seed he has just sown are still in me, not a drop of it flowing out.<\/p>\n
God may have played a big joke on me. I feel so painful just now, but there is no blood on the bed.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis’ disdainful and sarcastic eyes, like a sharp knife, obliterate my dignity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-66","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/66","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}