novelraw Chapter 232 Hate it, I Give You Reason to Hate (3)
Chapter 232 Hate it, I Give You Reason to Hate (3)
Just a door separated the two bedrooms of the suite. He pressed her hard against the door, lips slightly parted, "Since you can’t break it off, let me help you."With his words, he gave a rough tug and tore open her collar.
A deluge of kisses descended upon her, rough and wild.
"You demon!"
"You madman... let me go..."
A stream of tears rolled down Qiao Mo’s eyes, blurring her vision, but her entire body was already limp, how could she match his strength? She turned her head, desperately struggling.
He mercilessly pressed his lips onto hers, his hand slipped into her dress and began to pull down her panties.
A ripping sound.
Qiao Mo’s struggles intensified, her light-colored dress instantly torn apart, revealing her pale body in the air, shivering and tinged with a pink hue.
"No... don’t touch me!"
Qiao Mo, eyes red, tried to hide, yet he flung her onto the bed with one motion.
Fu Nancheng unbuckled his belt, his eyes filled with menace. Approaching the edge of the bed, "If I don’t teach you a lesson, won’t you ever learn!"
Qiao Mo tried to get up and escape, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, effortlessly tearing apart her panties as well.
"Ugh... let me go!"
She kept struggling, her fair little hand rudely struck his face, leaving marks of red.
"If I don’t teach you a lesson, won’t you ever learn! Huh?"
Fu Nancheng’s face darkened, he vigorously pinned her little hands, wedging his thigh between her legs.
His waist sank, and without any foreplay, he thrust in.
"Ugh..."
Qiao Mo’s vision darkened, only feeling a tearing pain, her eyes filled with a layer of deathly stillness, large teardrops rolled down, carrying a stain of humiliation.
Outside the door, Jiang Jinghao lay in front of it, covered in wounds, listening to the sounds of struggle inside, his eyes turned red.
Struggling to get up, he reached for the door, "Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
Fifteen stood like a small mountain beside Jiang Jinghao, unmoving, ensuring he couldn’t really break down the door.
Yan Yiheng, however, sat on the sofa with crossed legs, smoking, his eyes narrowed amidst the haze, his gaze fell on Jiang Jinghao with a faint, yet cruel expression.
Listening to the sounds outside the door, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, tears streamed down from the corner of her eyes, biting her lips tightly, refusing to make a sound.
A flash of pain crossed Fu Nancheng’s eyes, he lightly kissed her earlobe, speaking in a deep voice, "If you don’t make a sound, how can he hear you? Hmm?"
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled, her whole body stiffened a bit, yet she still bit her lips tightly, refusing to make a sound.
He started to thrust repeatedly, madly possessing her.
Qiao Mo’s fingers clutched the sheets tightly, her lips bit broken, oozing a trace of blood.
Silent tears rolled down, one drop after another.
The luxurious bed was like a battlefield for two people to contend, he plundered madly, declaring his sovereignty.
She, however, bore it with all her might, refusing to make even the slightest sound.
’Bang bang bang!’
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo! Fu Nancheng!" Jiang Jinghao leaned against the door, his fists pounded frantically on the closed bedroom door, the knuckles stained with blood, his pure eyes seemingly bleeding, glaring red.
Hearing the banging on the door, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, biting her lips even tighter.
"Ugh..."
Fu Nancheng’s eyes were deep, his rough kisses trailed from her chin to her neck, his hand ran over her body, leaving a series of marks, his large hand gripping her calves, pressing them to the sides, once again completely possessing her.