NovelEnglishChapter 571: He acknowledged his remorse. He desired her and no one else. One hand held hers tightly, the other tangled in her long, wet hair, his veins pronounced from the strain.
His voice was raspy, barely articulate.
"Babe, want you..." Overwhelmed by fear, Rachel wept.
"Brian, please, see me. I'm Rachel, not Tracy. You're confusingwith someone else." Brian didn't pause; his actions only grew more fervent, his intensity surging like a storm threatening to sweep Rachel away. The force of it left her teetering, struggling to maintain her composure. She knew she couldn't afford to lose herself in this moment, no matter how overwhelming it felt, and yet, regret washed over her. She never should have brought his clothes in.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe sharp sound of a strap tearing jolted Rachel back to reality. Her arms and legs were immobilized, leaving her with only one defense-she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into Brian, hard.
Yet, even then, Brian didn't stop. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur.
"You're truly merciless," he whispered, the words dripping with a mix of accusation and flirtation.
"Brian." Rachel's voice quivered, her body trembling as she fought to steady herself. She clenched her jaw, biting down with even greater force.
At last, Brian released her. On his shoulder, a deep, crimson mark stood as a stark reminder of her resistance. "Do you really hatethat much?" Brian asked, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek.
Rachel opened her mouth to reply, but her words caught in her throat as her eyes landed on his injury. Despite the steam filling the bathroom, his underwear remained dry, yet the wound on his shoulder had begun to bleed again, the crimson trail inching down his skin. At first, it was just a faint trickle, but soon, the blood flowed more freely, carving a path down his torso.
Ł@Fé$t Çħätεяş in ĠalPanic surged through Rachel as she rushed to his side.
"Let's get you out of here. I'll call a doctor," she urged, her voice trembling.
"It's nothing," Brian replied, his tone icy as he pushed her away.
"But your wound-it's bleeding again," Rachel protested, her anxiety spilling into her words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's not your problem," Brian said dismissively.
How could it not be her problem? Her chest tightened with worry, her mind racing with concern. She cared more than she wanted to admit, more than she could easily put into words.
Rachel's composure shattered.
"Brian, stop this stubborn act! Do you even realize how serious this is? You could die!" she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of fear and frustration.
"So what if I do?" Brian retorted, his ΟΜ tone laced with bitter amusement.
"Would it even matter to you? Would you mourn me, or would you just проче опростые move on?"
"How can you joke about something like this?" Rachel's voice quivered, tears of anger and helplessness brimming in her eyes. Brian, however, remained unflinching, his demeanor cold and detached.
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