Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The massive body pressed upon her, a large hand grasping her jaw with a reckless aura, sealing her cherry lips, greedily and mercilessly kissing her red lips, forcing Clove to respond to him.

The other large hand had already reached down, tearing away her panties, the towering body suddenly pressing down, breathing heavily.

”You love him, but he can’t have you. You can only be my woman, understand? Only my woman.”

This woman unconsciously calling that name in her sleep ignited Joshua Hughes’ jealousy and fury, utterly consuming his remaining sanity.

Such a proud and confident man, how could he tolerate the woman beneath him calling someone else’s name.

He was like a frenzied beast smelling blood, ripping apart her concealing clothes. The intense musk grew heavier; the petite woman was like a pitiful prey, her body stiffened, struggling like a fish thrown ashore yet unable to escape, awaiting slow suffocation to death.

The man’s hand, cold and rough, expertly explored, penetrating her warm and tight body.

Avery Jane’s helpless tears trickled down, those icy fingers pierced into her soft private parts like sharp swords, stirring her soft abdomen.

Joshua Hughes excitedly panted low, his fingers immersed in her warm ocean, with unparalleled elasticity, filled with unique fragrance, the paradise every man dreams of.

His fingers stirred in that warm place, Avery Jane bit her lip hard, resisting the pain brought upon her body.

He was rougher than ever, treating her like a prostitute without any compassion. Avery Jane couldn’t stop trembling with fear and shyness, her body still dry, so even his fingers inside her caused unbearable pain.

His strong limbs pinned her down, her petite body shivering like a weak animal bound, trembling before a powerful adversary, yet the more afraid and delicate she was, the more it aroused a man’s desire to conquer.

She didn’t dare to struggle, didn’t dare to move, for fear of being heard. Joshua Hughes laughed coldly in his heart, his eyes stained with intense lust.

This shabby little room, this pitifully delicate woman like a budding flower, was driving him crazy, wishing to devour her whole.

Powerful hands flipped her petite body over, he didn’t want to see her painful and forbearing face, her graceful backline facing him, from her slender, smooth waist to her round, perky buttocks, like the finest and most delicate porcelain, driving one mad with infatuation.

One hand lifted her waist, the other slowly unzipped the suit pants.

Avery Jane could feel the massive source of male power approaching her, even feeling the throbbing pulse on it, causing her kneeling knees to tremble lightly.

Joshua Hughes, like a fetishist, deeply inhaled her fragrant scent in the air, then stabilized her waist, pressing against her body, pounding into her with the wildest force.

The heart-wrenching pain almost caused her body to collapse, nearly wishing to faint.

Avery Jane’s fingers grasped the slightly musty pillow, biting it fiercely, unwilling to let anyone hear such sounds, even if everyone knew she was Joshua Hughes’ woman, she still didn’t want them to hear.

The small bed creaked along with Joshua Hughes’ intense movements.

The man’s powerful waist thrust into her body repeatedly, scorching breath falling by her ear, as fierce and powerful as the mightiest warrior, while she could only be a helpless captive, allowing his abuse.

Even biting the pillow tightly, faint kitten-like whimpers intermittently slipped through the gaps of her lips.

He knew it would hurt, even if he prepared adequately beforehand, accommodating him was always a difficult task for her.

But today, he was mad with rage, her voice calling that man’s name still echoing in his ears, even as she trembled, unable to extinguish the fire in his heart. The gloom seeped into his brows, inhaling deeply, lifting her slender waist, completely burying his terrifying serpent into her warm, dry body, buried to the hilt.

Pain flooded her, drenching her in cold sweat. She tried to calm herself, to relax, knowing it would hurt more otherwise, but fear, tension, and shame wouldn’t let her.

Avery Jane lay on the bed like a boneless creature, allowing the man to lift her slender waist, indulging in her splendid body.

What comes after the nightmare?

Avery fantasized about the day she hoped for, thinking only this could resist the torment her body endured, but even fanciful visions of birdsong, fragrant flowers, and warm sunshine in spring couldn’t let her forget the current pain in her body. She really couldn’t take it, feeling as if her body was about to be split open by the increasingly swollen dragon.

”Spare me, it hurts so much, I can’t take it anymore...” she whimpered softly in pain, even her plea for mercy a soft whisper.

”My Little Avery, do you know your pleas make me want to screw you harder?” His breath, tainted with alcohol, slowly dispersed with his movements.

The man, intoxicated by alcohol, was even more terrifying in such matters, watching her exquisite beauty. Joshua Hughes slapped her plump backside: ”Lift your waist, you should properly feel a man’s power.”

His deep voice, laced with insatiable desire, flowed in the cramped room, filled with alcoholic scent.

The man’s musk mingled with a faint woman’s scent, mixed with a rich erotic atmosphere, even the moon hid behind the clouds, too fearful to watch.

”You bite down so tightly, not letting go at all, yet you say no more, a lying woman should be properly punished.”

His hoarse voice, like gravel scraped across a grinding stone, seemed to carry a hint of ridicule and pride.

Avery Jane’s legs trembled violently, if not for his hand gripping her waist, she might have collapsed long ago.

His words buzzed around her ears, as Avery Jane’s body was jolted, pushed forward, then pulled back by his large hand, repeatedly.

He didn’t intend to let her go, biting her shoulder, enduring the chaotic pleasure coursing through his body, grinding against her most sensitive spot, thrusting fiercely, not stopping until she was pushed to the brink of collapse.

Her body began to convulse violently, was he trying to drive her insane?

Avery Jane’s gaze began to blur, her abdomen weak and aching as if melting into a puddle of water, involuntarily contracting rapidly, scorching, sticky nectar flowing from deep within her body, then as a brilliant white light passed before her eyes, she plunged into darkness.

Yet the drunken man, greedy as ever, continued his plunder, as if never having tasted her sweetness, with no intention of stopping.

”Don’t leave me, Avery Jane, Avery Jane...” Fainting, Avery Jane couldn’t hear what Joshua Hughes was saying, unable to feel the helpless deep affection in his words.

”Why can’t you love me, what’s wrong with me compared to that dead man, why...”

Even if it could earn a small place in her heart, he would trade the entire world for it, but why doesn’t she like him even a little?