Can't Resist the Billionaire

"No matter of what, I still wanna enjoy your body!" Vincent thrust violently into me, deliberately bumping against my back. This time he was full of vengeance, so his action was so cruel that I almost bumped my head on the nightstand.

"You are thinking of that man while having sex with me. This is your punishment. Jasmine, you asked for it!"

While Vincent was revenging on me, he deliberately humiliated me. "From now on, he is not allowed to touch you again. It seems that you still don't want to give up. In this case, I'll break your body and you can never serve that b*stard anymore!"

Then he struck me again violently. My head was knocked by him on the hard bedside table, and I cried out in pain, "Vincent, are you insane?"

"All because of you! What, do you feel good now? Are you still wanna go back? Huh?" Vincent forced me to answer these questions while torturing me.

"A*shole, pervert!" I gritted my teeth in anger. I didn't want to answer his question, but just scold him!

"Yes, I am a b*stard, a pervert, and you're so unlucky to have irritated me. When I was gentle to you, you threw me away like a trash. So this is the consequence!"

While Vincent was cursing me violently, he reached out his hand and turned my body around. He forced me to look directly into his eyes, which were almost about to burst into flames. "Jasmine, I can let you to go back to that b*stard. But you'll have to come to me whenever I want. Otherwise, you can never leave this room!"

"What do you want? Imprisoning me is illegal!" I shouted. Vincent was obviously trying to force me to accept his condition, or he'd imprison me. Naturally, I wouldn't give in so easily. But I immediately felt ridiculous at my words.

His family was so rich. He wouldn't stay in jail for too long even if he killed me.

Hearing this, Vincent naturally grinned like a king. He reached out his right hand and pinched the back of my neck. I felt uncomfortable with the pressure, but it was not so bad that I would have choked immediately.

"Illegal? Believe it or not, even if I kill you now, no one can put me in jail. Hm? Jasmine, do you want the taste of death?"

After Vincent was done, he deliberately tightened his grip around my neck. Now I found it difficult even to breathe in my aching face. I suddenly felt short of breath. Instinctively, I reached for Vincent's large hand, wanting to release his strong wrist. But the difference in strength only made my action pointless and even accelerated the speed of death.

Vincent ground his teeth with laughter. At that moment I thought that he really wanted to strangle me!

"I, I promise you, I promise you ..." At the last moment I became aware of the taste of death, which I would never forget and never wanted to try again for the rest of my life.

I knew I was a coward, but who'd not be in face of death? I wouldn't give up my life just for Christopher. It wasn't worth it.

Vincent was finally satisfied and smiled smugly. He loosened his grip on my neck, then a cool air rushed into my nose and mouth. I gasped for air, but couldn't stop myself from coughing because I was breathing too hard.

Vincent had some conscience at least. When he saw me coughing, he came up and patted me on the back, trying to help me ease my breath.

But this action made me feel like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Who wanted to strangle me just now? Now, what was he doing?

I angrily shook off his hand on my back and continued coughing. I guessed that my behaviour earlier had made Vincent very unhappy, because his expression, which had relaxed somewhat, turned cold again. "You still don't know how to be a good girl!"

"I am so angry that I push my body away, but he comes back again without giving me a chance to react. His movements were even rougher than before, made me hurt a lot."

But this time, neither speak or struggle, I simply wept. Suddenly my tears seemed to break from the dam, and they even continued to flow. In less than a moment, the sheet beneath me was soaked.

Vincent raised his head and saw me

crying hard. This was the second

time he saw me cry. The first time was when I heard Christopher betray me at the restaurant. He made me cry This time it was the same!

Seeing this, Vincent naturally became less lusty. But he was in high spirits and didn't want to stop halfway. So he angrily ordered me, "What're you doing? Stop crying!"

But I couldn't stop it. The grimmer he was to me, the more I felt I was in the wrong, and of course I wept the harder.

Vincent was so angry with me that he punched me a few times. Then he got up angrily and took some tissues from the table beside me. But I didn't take them. I turned my head directly to ignore him.

He sighed and wiped his face with the tissues. Compared with the rudeness before, his actions were obviously much gentler.

"They say that women's tears are the sharpest weapon to defeat men. It seems that it is true. As soon as I cry, Vincent is a little helpless and less savage."

He wiped away my tears. When he saw that I was still crying, he finally got a little angry. "Can you stop crying?"

"I feel wronged. Can't I even cry?" I glared at him angrily and retorted.

Vincent was mad at me. He simply sat up from the bed naked and said, "Are you so wronged when you are with me?"

"..." I didn't reply. What could I say? It

wasn't that he made me feel wronged, but that he always me feel scared and stressed. Also, his physical strength was so good that he seemed only want to have sex

with me. There was no romance at afp.

Seeing I was silent, Vincent thought I agreed with his words. There was a trace of hurt on his face. Suddenly he stared at my face in silence for a minute.

Until, he took a long breath, and then said to me in a low voice with great unwillingness, "That's it, you can go back!"

I was stunned for a moment, and

thought I'd misheard. Just as I

looked up at him in amazement, he commanded me again with some displeasure, "You can go back to his side, but he cannot touch you, do you understand?"