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Brian’s reply came resolute, saying, “That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not? I’ve backed down. Brian, I’m pleading with you, let me leave.”
Rachel grasped his sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at him.
The sight of her distraught face could shatter any man’s resolve, Brian’s included.
Still, he found himself unable to release her. “Come on, let’s go home.”
In the car, he enveloped her in his arms, holding her close as though fearing she might vanish.
Throughout the journey, Rachel continued to resist.
Regardless of her efforts, Brian managed to counter each one.
Ultimately, worn out physically and mentally, she resigned herself to his embrace. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop like a dagger stabbing into his heart.
Yet, he continued to hold her. He was unusually calm, tenderly wiping her tears before cupping her face to
deliver a gentle kiss.
Rachel recoiled. “Doesn’t this disgust you?”
Brian tensed up, the veins on his forehead visible as he battled his emotions.
He soon let go, his voice softening. “Let’s forget what happened today and move past it.”
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
His expression tightened, and his silence was telling.
“You never did trust me, did you? Saying we should ‘forget about today‘ is just your way of avoiding the truth. Can you honestly say it doesn’t bother you? Thinking about how close I was to him, are you really at peace?” Rachel’s words unleashed a wave of anger in Brian. He could restrain himself no more. In a sudde he ripped at her clothing, his gestures rough and devoid of any gentleness. His gaze was that of a predator poised to strike, to consume her entirely.
ement,
His voice was a deep, angry growl. “Yes, it bothers me. It drives me mad. Rachel, you belong to me. I won’t let anyone else have you. And he will pay for this.”
He aggressively tore at her bra strap, snapping it off.
Her skin was bared in moments.
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Brian had been struggling to keep his composure, to remain rational and calm.
However, the sight of red marks on her neck and collarbone pushed him over the edge. His pent–up emotions
unleashed like a beast freed from its constraints.
He kissed her marks with fervor, sucking hard.
The pressure at the side of her neck near an artery was intense, and Rachel felt her head spin, her ability to
breathe constricted.
Several minutes passed, her skin growing numb from the prolonged contact, before Brian released her.
His lips then blazed a new trail across her skin.
He continued until the initial marks were obscured by newer, darker ones, and only then did he pause.
Yet, his lips persisted, softly pressing and lingering on her skin.
His lips moved slowly, taking their time, as if he were admiring his own handiwork, carefully tracing the shape
of the hickeys.
Eventually, he even asked, “Rachel, do these marks resemble a heart?”
A heart–shaped mark?
Rachel, grappling with discomfort, shut her eyes and muttered, “Brian, this is madness.”
This time, he didn’t argue. Instead, he confessed openly. “Yes, I have lost my mind. It happened the moment I
saw these marks.”
His kisses lingered, moving slowly down her neck.
Up front, Ronald sat rigid, too tense to even breathe freely, let alone shift in his seat.
He had served Brian for many years but had never witnessed him lose control like this. It was Rachel who brought out this unprecedented side of him. Her impact on him was profound. Unbeknownst to him, Rachel had become more significant in his heart than Tracy ever was.
“Please, stop, I’m begging you.”
At that moment, Rachel realized the extent of Brian’s turmoil; he was beyond reason.
They were still inside the car, with Ronald sitting right in front. Brian, however, appeared deaf to her appeals.
The fear in her voice was evident as she pleaded with him.
She was desperate to prevent anything further from happening inside the car.
“Just wait until we’re home, then you can do whatever you want.”
Despite her pleas, Brian’s actions only escalated. Her attire was now disheveled, barely managing to cover her, leaving much of her back bare to the cool air.
Her skirt was scandalously short, offering little coverage.
Despite her pleas, Brian was relentless.
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Brian had been struggling to keep his composure, to remain rational and calm.
However, the sight of red marks on her neck and collarbone pushed him over the edge. His pent–up emotions
unleashed like a beast freed from its constraints.
He kissed her marks with fervor, sucking hard.
The pressure at the side of her neck near an artery was intense, and Rachel felt her head spin, her ability to
breathe constricted.
Several minutes passed, her skin growing numb from the prolonged contact, before Brian released her.
His lips then blazed a new trail across her skin.
He continued until the initial marks were obscured by newer, darker ones, and only then did he pause.
Yet, his lips persisted, softly pressing and lingering on her skin.
His lips moved slowly, taking their time, as if he were admiring his own handiwork, carefully tracing the shape
of the hickeys.
Eventually, he even asked, “Rachel, do these marks resemble a heart?”
A heart–shaped mark?
Rachel, grappling with discomfort, shut her eyes and muttered, “Brian, this is madness.”
This time, he didn’t argue. Instead, he confessed openly. “Yes, I have lost my mind. It happened the moment I
saw these marks.”
His kisses lingered, moving slowly down her neck.
Up front, Ronald sat rigid, too tense to even breathe freely, let alone shift in his seat.
He had served Brian for many years but had never witnessed him lose control like this. It was Rachel who brought out this unprecedented side of him. Her impact on him was profound. Unbeknownst to him, Rachel had become more significant in his heart than Tracy ever was.
“Please, stop, I’m begging you.”
At that moment, Rachel realized the extent of Brian’s turmoil; he was beyond reason.
They were still inside the car, with Ronald sitting right in front. Brian, however, appeared deaf to her appeals.
The fear in her voice was evident as she pleaded with him.
She was desperate to prevent anything further from happening inside the car.
“Just wait until we’re home, then you can do whatever you want.”
Despite her pleas, Brian’s actions only escalated. Her attire was now disheveled, barely managing to cover her, leaving much of her back bare to the cool air.
Her skirt was scandalously short, offering little coverage.
Despite her pleas, Brian was relentless.
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Ultimately, Rachel leaned against him, draping his suit jacket over herself, and hissed through clenched teeth, “Brian, don’t make me despise you.”
Despise? Yet, the concept seemed to hold no weight with Brian. He smirked dismissively, pulling her onto his lap and said, “Go ahead, despise me!”
He preferred her hatred over her indifference.
“You’re insane.”
After all their years together, she couldn’t recall ever seeing him this unhinged. Her words, whether gentle or severe, failed to sway him; if anything, they seemed to drive him further over the edge.
Rachel felt herself nearing a breakdown, but relief flickered as they neared their home.
The sight of the villa sparked a flicker of hope within her.
Just then, Ronald brought the car to a stop.
“Mr. White, we’re home!”
Before Ronald could fully announce their arrival, Brian sharply commanded, “Stop the car, get out now.”
Ronald exited swiftly, without hesitation.
Rachel tried to seize the moment to flee, opening the car door.
However, Brian was quicker, yanking her back with one arm.
Then, he slammed the door shut and locked it once more.
Once again confined, Rachel’s composure shattered. She hammered against the door and screamed, “What is it you want? Are you trying to drive me to madness? Do you want to see me dead? I don’t want it here.”
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It was her outburst that finally made Brian draw in a sharp breath. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “If it’s not me you want, then who? That man?”
