Chapter 788

Chapter 788:

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Jarrod was not one to deny his own impulses. It had been five years since he had been intimate with a woman, and now, he found himself losing control.

Jarrod reached out, grabbed her chin, and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss.

Surprised, Nicole opened her eyes and began to struggle with all her might.

Her resistance only attracted a more intense and forceful kiss from him, which bit her lips until they bled.

The metallic taste of blood gave a perverse touch to the kiss.

Nicole, beautiful as a captivating dahlia, seemed even more seductive and irresistible to Jarrod.

Over the past five years, despite his wishes, Jarrod had never sought comfort with another woman. He had held back, keeping his longings confined to Nicole's dreams, until reality seemed to fade.

Nicole's vigorous resistance led Jarrod to forcefully throw her to the ground. He spat out a bit of blood, his lips stained a violent red, giving him the appearance of a demon. "Nicole, it seems like you still don't understand the seriousness of your situation."

His frustration at having his moment of desire interrupted soured his mood significantly. Jarrod, clearly agitated, brushed his handsome face and reached for the doorknob.

"Don't do it!" Nicole clung to him again. «Don't go... Not here...».

After a brief hesitation, he made a decision. «Change places, Jarrod. "Let's go somewhere else."

Jarrod looked at the large glass behind Nicole and the scene beyond. Then, he realized his intention. His lips curved into a sinister smile as he said slowly, “I think it's fine here.”

Instantly, Nicole's face turned paler than snow.

Taking his time, Jarrod calmly wiped away her tears and said, "Since you're not sure, let's wait here until you're ready, shall we?"

"Click". The sound of the door opening made Nicole shudder.

"Don't go." Nicole grabbed hold of Jarrod, straightened up, and her pretty, clean fingers reached for his belt.

He had been intimate with Jarrod on many occasions. She knew exactly how to satisfy him. Every action she performed was precisely calculated to excite him, sending a continuous stream of pleasure through his brain.

Jarrod was aware that he had completely subdued Nicole. This version of Nicole, so vulnerable and attractive, was totally irresistible to him.

“Thud.” A dull noise echoed.

Jarrod pinned Nicole against the glass.

Seeing Roscoe on the other side, Nicole tensed completely, like a taut rope. “No…” Her weak, broken cries fell to the ground, unheard.

The sound of Jarrod's heavy breathing seemed diabolical as he taunted, “Nicole, look at what your stubbornness leads to. After all your struggles, you are still beneath me.

Their demeaning words and actions mixed together, shredding what little was left of Nicole's dignity. She felt reduced to less than a human being. A mere escape valve, or worse still, treated like an abandoned animal.

The pain was so intense that Nicole even curled her toes.

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