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“You have only two options today.”
Sally swallowed a gulp and stared straight into his eerie hot eyes. Winston’s chin also shook as she gulped before he whispered in a deep, submerged voice.
“First. To have a gentle s*x with me and walk out of here in good shape.”
He slowly blinked his eyes and sighed. It was a method he liked to use when he put the torture target into a psychological corner.
“Second. Have a forced s*x with me, come out a little…”
His left hand suddenly came to her face. As Sally twisted her head slightly sideways to avoid it, his fingertips slipped through her tangled hair and grabbed the back of her head lightly.
“…Broken.”
She trembled as if she had been bitten by a sharp tooth when his lips pressed against her cheek and gently brushed against her skin.
“Which one will you choose?”
He stepped back and stared intently into Sally’s eyes.
“Either way, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Faced with blue eyes with contempt that reminded him of a young girl at the beach, Leon smiled crookedly and put his finger in the knot of the tie. He pulled the knot and untied it in one breath, and as he held up her little hand that was clasping the billiard table, the woman grabbed her hand roughly and pulled it out.
“You don’t need to tie me up.”
“So, what is your choice?”
“The first.”
A satisfied smile spread across Leon’s lips. As he grabbed the tip of her tiny chin and was about to swallow her lips, the woman stopped him with her hand.
“Just promise me one thing.”
He raised his eyebrows with a generous smile as though he would listen to anything.
“Promise me I won’t bleed.”
Leon frowned and answered.
“I can’t promise you here.”
His eyes pointed between the woman’s legs.
“I promise anywhere else.”
The woman gazed at him with an earnest look with determination, and then pulled her hand over her lips.
Leon, who had been trying to bite her thick lips, which he had craved for the rest of the evening, hardened the moment the woman did something unexpected.
The woman’s left hand covered his cheek. The milky eyelids slid down and covered half of their turquoise eyes as the pale pink lips with a slight tinge of blood approached Leon. At that moment, there was a ringing in his ear as if a bomb had exploded from a distance.
He watched the woman kiss him in a hazy fever.
The moment the woman’s soft flesh touched the tip of his dry lips, the dizzying shiver that had been buried in his memory ran through his body. Finally, the woman’s lips completely overlapped him. Leon’s chest rose and fell noticeably, and his breathing became harsh.
The flesh was warm to the touch. It was even sweet because she ate a lot of sweets all night.
The woman’s lips slowly opened his lips and gently crushed his flesh. Then, it opened up a little bit more and sucked on his lips before pulling back with a squeaky sound. The sound of their lips clashing was similar to the sound of a slap on the cheek.
In fact, it was much more secretive and a little more quaint.
The woman’s lips came over again. He wanted to squish and embrace her right now and devour her lips, sucking and chewing.
Leon suppressed his impulse by drawing in the few remaining reasons. He had only thought of doing it forcibly, though it was surprisingly exciting to see the woman actively initiating it.
He slowly moved his lips together.
Occasionally he closed his eyes and opened them without realizing it. Then, he stared at the woman’s reaction unconsciously. His eyes, which had always been bright, were blurred. His chest was pounding as he was short of breath.
It wasn’t bad because he felt relieved that he wasn’t fretting alone. Leon patted the woman’s neck and back as if to soothe her, letting a small sigh flow into her mouth.
…Can it end once?
He was sure it would be boring once he tried it, but with just one kiss, he already had doubts.
Did she ever do it with someone called her fiancé…?
A sudden thought spread through his hands as his hand holding the woman grew stronger.
In the end, Leon lost his temper and shoved his tongue deep into the gap between her gaping lips. At that moment, the woman’s eyes fluttered wildly. His hazy eyes also became apparent. He thought she was going to refuse his rough kiss, but she was quite active and tangled her tongue.
Did they have to wait countless times by grabbing and rubbing each other’s soft, moist flesh? The woman turned her head to the right, so he tilted his head a little more to the left and sucked her tongue hard.
“Darling, do I look so lame?”
Leon’s left hand gripped the woman’s wrist. Her fingertips touched the cover of his holster. The man’s lips went back. However, the hand that was holding her as if it was going to break her wrist remained the same.
Winston burst out laughing and bit his lips that were wet with Sally’s saliva. She was staring at him with eyes burning with cold anger, then he suddenly grabbed her neck and knocked her down.
“Ugh.”
“You broke the promise, Sally Bristol.”
Her body thumped down on the pool table. The billiard balls scattered in the corner shook, and the cue stick that had been hanging over the corner fell onto the carpet, making a dull noise.
He squeezed her neck forcefully and ripped her blouse apart.
“Gasp, Captain, I can’t breathe…”
She scratched his forearm and pretended to be suffocated. Once her neck and spine were suppressed, Sally would have a hard time getting out of it, so she had to use some tricks.
Winston, who was going to bite the flesh out of her bra, lifted his eyes and glanced up at her. As if he had deliberately held her breath and made her face red, he released her neck and squeezed Sally’s wrists together, pressing them over her head.
The other hand rolled up the skirt and pulled them into her back.
Just as he was about to pull the bloomer down, Sally curled her legs up and crouched them over Winston’s thighs. The recoil caused by hastily raising her legs and putting weight on her heels made her able to slam Winston’s chin hard.
“….”
The man frowned and lowered his upper body.
At that moment, Sally turned her body over, not missing the moment his hand loosened from her wrist. She quickly crawled over the pool table and headed to the other side, moving her ankle.
Winston mumbled a curse and grabbed her and pulled her as if he was about to break her ankle. The moment she was dragged away, unable to withstand the formidable force of a military officer, she grabbed a ball that had been rolling around on the billiard table.
Sally, who was pretending to be dragged along, turned her body and struck him in the head with the billiard ball as he pulled her buttock into his groin.
“Ugh!”
The hard ball hit his forehead in a flash. He closed his eyes tightly in the sudden shock and squeezed her arm.
“Ah!”
Her arms were bent wildly behind her back as if they were about to pop off from her shoulders. As he pressed his thumb hard on her wrist, her hand opened on its own, and the billiard ball slammed onto the billiard table.
“Haa…”
A sigh, a mixture of frustration and anger, escaped Winston briefly.
Sally took a deep breath and turned her head behind her shoulder. The disorganized platinum blonde was stained with blood. She stared silently as Winston wiped his hand at the blood that started running to his forehead.
His eyes slowly faded out of focus.
“Sally…”
His dangerously low voice was seething with excitement, “You are too dangerous for me. You know very well what I like.”
He suddenly rubbed his blood-soaked finger on her lips.
“Heup!”
Sally turned her head to avoid it, and her cheeks were stained with his blood. Winston grabbed her chin and pressed their lips together.
A lump of hot flesh ran wildly over her lips.
Winston let go of her chin, though she couldn’t take her lips off him. It was because the mean bastard bit her lower lip with his tooth. When she turned her head, it felt as if her flesh would fall apart. Meanwhile, his hand, which released her chin, turned downward.
Sally groped her uncaught hand around her waist as he draped her waist over the pool table and lifted her skirt. The moment the dropped billiard ball touched her fingertips, there was a roar and the book on the other side of the bookcase collapsed.
Winston caught the ball and threw it.
“Ah!”
Her arm was bent behind her back. He eventually took all means of resistance from Sally.
Eventually, Sally’s bloomer was dragged down the middle of her thigh. The sound of hastily unbuttoning his belt and buttons behind her exposed butt was horrifying.
“I will kill you.”
“Haa… Before that, you will die.”
Winston exhaled a rough breath and leaned his body against her. As the hot lump of flesh touched her secret place, Sally twisted her waist and struggled, but to no avail.
“It will hurt a lot. I’m so angry right now, it’s hard to be considerate.”