Can't Resist the Billionaire

"It's too late now!" Vincent said. Suddenly, he reached out and tore off my underwear. Without saying anything, he entered my body.

Although there were not many pedestrians around, there were still occasional pedestrians passing by from nearby. Also, his overly rude actions caused me a kind of unspeakable pain. It was like I had been thrown naked onto the street, and could be seen by anyone at any time.

I constantly begged Vincent not to touch me, but even if my voice was hoarse, he still didn't stop. The more I shouted, the more violent he became. I felt the same as I was slept with him for the very first time, which left me a shadow in my heart again.

Only when he let out a deep roar in satisfaction did he slowly stand up. He looked at me with a satisfied smile, like a devil. "I am not done venting yet. This is just foreplay, so you can't leave!"

I closed my eyes in pain, and at that moment, I didn't care myself at all. "You can do as you like, just don't kill me!"

Seeing the negative and affectionate look on my face, there was a flash of pain and pity in his eyes. "Is it so painful to make love with me?"

I rolled my eyes at him. I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the strength to talk to him. He was like a wild animal running amok around me. Would I even enjoy it if I don't feel any pain? Good thing I'm a human being, not a puppet. Otherwise, I would've been torn apart by his brute force, wouldn't I?

Probably because he saw that I was really uncomfortable, he reached out and pulled some tissue, intending to help me wipe my dirty genitals, but I deliberately dodged and clean it by myself. "When will you let me go back?" I asked him in a weak voice.

Vincent's hand paused in mid-air, and a trace of hurt flashed in his eyes. Finally, that hurt look was replaced by a cruel vengeance. "I said I haven't done yet. The night is still long!" He then furiously stepped hard on the accelerator and drove to the hotel not far away.

He ordered a room as fast as he could, then dragged me into the room and threw me on the bed. I thought he would press on me immediately, but he turned and went into the bathroom.

Yes, that was right. He liked cleanliness and had sweated in car just now, so he indeed should take a shower. I turned to look at the room door and wanted to flee, but then I hesitated. "If I escaped while he was in the shower, what will happen?"

"Will he, with his imperious personality, burst into my home at midnight, and then take me back here to vent his lust?" I reckoned it very possible. For the good of all, I'd rather stay here and talk to him. Of course, it would be the best if we could reach an agreement. If we couldn't, then I can only resign myself to fate.

The fate that I was so unlucky to meet such a demon, which was even a troublesome demon.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. It was Vincent taking a bath. I sat quietly by the bed, listening to water sound. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I jumped up, startled. Like a frightened deer, I quickly looked up at him.

He stuck his head out and looked at me. When he saw that I was here, he was mildly pleased and withdrew to continue bathing.

His sudden movement made me feel a little funny. Just now he was like an insecure child who was afraid that I would suddenly run away, so he came out on purpose to see me. When he saw me, he felt at ease. That Vincent was really a little...

Soon he came out after washing. Seeing me lying lazily on bed, he said with a cold face, "I've made the bathwater ready for you!"

I looked up slightly and ignored him. It was not because I didn't want to wash. In fact, I sweated too. But I was just too exhausted that I only wanted to sleep. I could not get up at all. Seeing that I didn't move or even make a sound, he became a little angry, then directly picked me up from the bed and threw me into the bathroom. "Go and wash up. I'll use that later!"

"D*mn it, what does he mean by that? Wash up... He is using that later? Does he treat I as an inflatable doll? If I really was, I would already be broken by him."

"What are you doing? My feet is injured, I don't want to move!" When I was lifted up by Vincent, I sprained my foot due to his rude movements. I had almost recovered, but now it hurt again. The pain made my face contort, with my tears almost falling down.

Vincent probably saw that I was really in pain, so he slackened his strength a little and stopped being so rude. But he didn't feel guilty at all, though, as he didn't apologise.

"You asked for it. When I was gentle, you just played tricks on me. This is the price you have to pay for bullying me!"

Though he said such cruel words, he still had a conscience at least. He bent down, picked me up, and walked into the bathroom.

Then he carefully unwrapped the cut on my clothes. I felt a little uncomfortable and pushed him out. "You do not have to do that. I'll wash myself!"

"Don't crap!" Vincent had made up his mind to wash me, and I couldn't resist him, so I let him help finally.

After getting into the warm water, Vincent took a chair and sat down. Suddenly, he gently took my long hair in his hand and began to wash it for me. In fact, he was not very skilled at serving others. Several times he even pulled my hair so forcefully that I felt extremely painful. But in order not to let him get angry again, I had to hold back my voice.

Vincent probably felt strange when he saw the pained expression on my face. This time he asked me, as if he found his conscience, "Very uncomfortable?"

"Not only uncomfortable, I'm like suffering, okay?" I thought. "I may go bald by your serving!"

"No, no, I'm okay!" As I said this, I felt hypocritical, for the extremely distorted and pained expression on my face had indeed betrayed me.

After a pause, Vincent sighed sadly and his tone finally softened. "I know I have not served you well, but this is the first time in my life I have served anyone. Are you not moved?"

.." "Do I even dare? What if you pull my hair off me if I 'move'?"I