Chapter 248

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After experiencing torment in the detention center, fear was the first emotion Nicole felt when faced with violence. The image of those two women pulling out his nails flashed through his mind and his body trembled slightly.

Jarrod noticed how terrified Nicole looked and felt his heart clench. He felt as if he had lost all the strength in his hand.

All the anger he felt a few minutes ago had completely disappeared. He let his hand, already extended, rest on Nicole's head, gently stroking her hair.

Nicole's body trembled uncontrollably, her brow furrowed in disgust.

Jarrod smiled with satisfaction. He supposed she was just pretending, probably thinking he would leave then.

"That? "Can't you stand it when I touch you?" Jarrod asked nonchalantly.

His hands moved down her head and rested on the back of her neck. He put his hand gently around her neck, as if marveling that a hand could hold her like this. There was no pressure, but Nicole felt like she was being suffocated and the air was slowly leaving her.

"Do you think it's possible?" Jarrod snapped, slurring like a venomous snake might, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Without warning, Nicole grabbed his wrist and sank her teeth into it. Jarrod grunted in pain and surprise, his eyes widening.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. For the first time, Nicole felt like drinking blood. I wanted to suck him.

Jarrod didn't push her away. Instead, he shifted his hand to a position more suitable for her.

From where he stood, he had a good view of her drinking his blood, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

He felt his body light up. A burning sensation of excitement was growing inside him. He leaned towards her and whispered. «You can suck harder. Go on".

Nicole had had her fill and now felt exhausted, like when one goes too far. He let go of her arm, his lips stained with her blood and as if he had put lipstick on. She was attractive.

Jarrod's lips curved into a small smile. "Do you want more?"

Nicole looked at him in disbelief. "Pervert". Due to the medication he had been injected with earlier, his voice sounded hoarse and unpleasant.

Strangely, Jarrod found their sound appealing. "And you just realized?"

He smiled satisfied.

He took a piece of gauze from his arm and reached out to wipe the blood from her lips with his finger. He slowly brought his fingers to his lips, licking the blood he had cleaned. His gaze remained fixed on her.

Nicole felt uncomfortable. His body was shaking. She felt sick and terrified.

However, Jarrod remained unfazed. He gently loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his upper body.

Overwhelmed, Nicole stammered, “J… Jarrod, what do you think you're doing?”

Her body had not yet recovered from the abortion. How could he be so shameless?

Jarrod just smiled at him and climbed into bed.

Nicole felt a frigid aura envelop her. She blushed and tried to run out of bed, only for Jarrod to effortlessly catch her around the waist. He pulled her close, hugging her tightly.

I felt her tremble. «Today I'm not going to do anything to you. "You should get used to having me around and stop resisting."

He knew that if he left her alone now, she would develop the attitude of always challenging him. It was like training a pet. A stick and a carrot.

«Once you recover, we will continue having sex. Don't think about resisting me then. Behave and you won't have to suffer. Understood?"

It was one of the first times Jarrod had spoken at such length, especially in such a sympathetic and persuasive tone. He had been very patient.

Their bodies were pressed together tightly and Jarrod's arms were around her.

Nicole was too exhausted to try to resist. The only thing she could do was let herself be hugged by him.

A while passed and she murmured: "Jarrod... What could I do to make you let me go?"

Behind her, Jarrod played with a lock of her hair, sifting it through his fingers. Her question made him stop. "It's not even possible until the next life."

To tell the truth, if there was a next life, I hoped they wouldn't be entangled like this. He was also tired.

"Forget it in this life," Jarrod added.

The next life… Nicole felt like everything was coming down on her. And the reason was the man behind her. It was too much. She just wanted immediate death so she could be free.

Exhausted, she said hoarsely, “Jarrod, why don't you kill me? You hate me so much. Wouldn't you be happier if you killed me and fed me to the dogs or the wolves or something?

Jarrod turned her around and put her in front of him. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear to see her face better. "Do I look like some kind of ruthless killer?"

“No…” Nicole started. «You're not even human. You can't be... You are some kind of despicable beast. If you were normal, you wouldn't sleep with another woman while having a fiancée. Do you have the slightest idea how disgusting you are to me?

Jarrod grabbed his face in anger. "Well you better learn to live with that disgust because I will never let you go."

«I am aware... I am still breathing, right? How can you let me go if you haven't destroyed me yet?

Jarrod's mouth fell open, but he didn't say anything.

«Jarrod, I don't even want a tombstone after I die. "I don't want you to harass me."

Jarrod's face contorted with anger. She always talked about death, as if she were anticipating her passing.

Suddenly, he pinned her beneath him, his hands planted on either side of her.

He gritted his teeth. «Should I kill you right here? Right now?"

Nicole was taken aback for a few seconds. He could never keep his word. He had just said he wouldn't do anything to her and now he was pinning her down.

He didn't bother to hide his displeasure.

Jarrod, who had always been pursued by countless women, had never experienced such humiliation.

After looking at her for a while, he grabbed her face again and kissed her harshly. Nicole lay helpless. His eyes remained open, filled with pure and infinite disgust and hatred.

After a while, he pulled away and looked at her coldly. "I told you not to provoke me, didn't I?"

Unable to take it anymore, he had a nervous breakdown. Tears spilled from her eyes, staining her cheeks.

Her hand was tightly gripped by him, and she couldn't free herself. Everything seemed like a nightmare to him. His willpower was slowly draining away. He couldn't stop his body from shaking. She looked at him without being able to avoid it. "Please... Kill me..."

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Note from Tac-K: Have a nice weekend, dear little people, we continue with more chapters in a few days, God loves you and Tac-K loves you very much. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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