novelraw Chapter 432: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (17)
Chapter 432: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (17)
The dark blue tie bound her wrists tightly, unable to move."Fu Nancheng! What are you doing... you madman!" Qiao Mo’s voice carried a trace of sobbing as she tried to free her wrists, but couldn’t.
The other end of the tie was tightly tied to the headboard, and her struggles caused it to tremble slightly.
"Let me go... you madman..." Qiao Mo turned her head, but couldn’t see her own wrists, let alone untie them.
"Madman, I am mad." He covered her again, using strips from her wedding dress to gently blindfold her, tying it behind her head.
Suddenly, the world turned dark, making every inch of her skin sensitive.
His fingers glided over her, causing her to shiver.
"Don’t do this to me... don’t do this to me..." Qiao Mo whimpered.
He leaned down and kissed her ear lightly, cruelly saying, "Remember to use poison next time, or else... don’t blame me for making you cry."
Qiao Mo’s breathing became heavier, with her hands restrained to the headboard, feeling especially ashamed. She struggled hard several times, but apart from the ’bangs’ sound, the headboard didn’t move an inch.
She simply couldn’t break free.
Gentle kisses descended upon her lips, moved to her chin, and at first, Qiao Mo turned her head away, whimpering for him to release her.
But in the darkness, she was filled with unease, her snow-white body blushing under his fingertips, trembling.
Eventually, her arms and wrists ached terribly, her throat was hoarse, and she was exhausted from crying.
She simply stopped struggling, biting her lip tightly and remaining silent.
She thought, since she liked this man anyway, and it wasn’t the first time he touched her, why fight herself?
But as she calmed down, Fu Nancheng’s gaze became more somber.
Qiao Mo refused to make a sound, prompting him to become even more rough, forcefully and madly possessing her again and again.
Time seemed infinite, and finally, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but whimper, her beautiful lips bitten to shreds, with her pure white wedding dress covered in amorous marks... ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
"Whimper..."
In the end, she was still defeated, notes of pleasure spilling from her lips, more and more enchanting.
Yet he wouldn’t let her go, marking her repeatedly as if claiming his territory.
Tears soaked through the white cloth over her eyes, yet the darkness remained.
Qiao Mo felt like her legs were about to break, too weak to support herself, but his large hands held her tightly, refusing to give up, seemingly never tiring.
"No more... whimper..." Qiao Mo choked out, tears streaming down her face and into her ears.
His hands and body were still burning, like flames igniting shivers all over her.
But it was as if he couldn’t hear her pleas, instead changing his position and continuing his fierce assault.
The room’s temperature rose, filled with amorous atmosphere, and in time, the sound of a woman’s whimpering and begging echoed throughout, sobbing yet indescribably sweet.
Eventually, Qiao Mo’s vision blackened, and she completely passed out.
Fu Nancheng took her twice more before finally stopping.
Looking at her pale face, he slowly reached out to remove the cloth from her eyes, his fingers lightly touching her lips, the fire in his eyes subsiding slightly.
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