Hannah felt pain blossom and momentarily wanted to struggle, but she was firmly pressed down, unable to move. Bryson smiled and stroked her thighs playfully.
“Feeling regret? It’s too late now.”
He spun them around once more and they sank into the soft bed, their two figures intertwining as they fell. Hannah raised her head, her back arching into the bed as she bore the man’s invasion.
Her mind was a muddled mess. Her red dress was halfway removed from her body and her thin waist was held by the man with one hand.
The sharp pain made her eyes sting with tears and her suppressed groan finally broke free from her throat. The man paused.
“Is it your first time?” he asked.
Hannah, who had been completely overtaken by the drug, could no longer focus her eyes on the man on top of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s so uncomfortable. .
Bryson’s action became more passionate as he bent down to ki*s her fiercely on the lips.
“It’s your fault!”
Hannah’s screams and groans died in her throat, blocked by the ki*s.
Hannah fell asleep and woke many times, always in a state of vague disorientation.
She really cried, sobbing and begging but the man wouldn’t let her go.
She knelt on the bed, her body trembling but Bryson held her waist steady so that she wouldn’t fall down.
She was like a ripe peach, full of sweet fragrance.
Bryson’s fingers slid across Hannah’s’ face, enjoying the uncontrollable tremble that shook through her. He bent over and covered her completely under his body.
He looked down at Hannah’s smooth back and the soft black hair that fell like a pool of shadows on her shoulders. Then he casually brushed the hair behind her ear.
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“Hannah, say it again, who am 1?” the man instructed.
Hannah had been taught to call his name several times throughout the night. She cried out his name once more.
“Sewell…”
“Good girl,” he said.
Bryson pressed a gentle ki*s to Hannah’s ear, his obsidian eyes filled with a heady mixture of satisfaction, paranoia, and possessiveness. It was a fleeting moment of intimate connection, an echo to what had transpired between them.
Afterwards, Bryson reluctantly released Hannah, who had drifted into unconsciousness.
Hannah awoke, her perception clouded by sleep, and the pain that surged through her body pulled her sharply into consciousness. She blinked, struggling to regain her bearings.