All Out Of Love novel Chapter 2

"Carlos, please stop... I have a boyfriend!"

Celia cried out in shock.

In a desperate attempt to prevent the threatened carnage, Celia covered her body with whatever cloth her fingers could grasp.

"Boyfriend? Did he ever touch you?"

They were so close to each other that Celia could feel the anger in his voice.

"No, No. Ron isn't that kind of man,"

she murmured. That man had always been very warm and gentle.

"Ron? It sounds like you guys are very close."

The man smiled again, but the residual coldness in his face made Celia more anxious. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

"Carlos, please stop! Even if I... Even if I had unknowingly given myself to you before, you can't force me... Hmmm..."

Before she could finish her words, Carlos slammed his lips into hers.

Celia, however, had no idea that Carlos would be so jealous to find that she was already involved with someone else.

His cold eyes immediately showed his firm determination.

"As I've said before, I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

Celia widened her eyes in horror. She hadn't even had the chance to be intimate with Ron.

She gaped at Carlos in stunned disbelief and then she tried to push him away with all her strength, but all her resistance did was arouse the man's desire to conquer and subdue her.

He grabbed her waist with his strong hands, allowing her no room to retreat.

Feeling ashamed and violated, she helplessly tried to be rid of him, but she was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

No matter how hard she resisted, her efforts were all in vain.

Celia was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

What she needed was some air!

"Exhale... inhale..."

Perhaps it was the bitterness in her eyes or the feeble strength of her body that suddenly drove the man to anger.

Suddenly, he let go of her and pushed her away as if the very sight of her face disgusted him.

Celia wheezed and gasped terribly, groaning out a little as air finally entered her lungs and restored life into her.

Carlos stared at Celia, who was gasping for air and his desire to have her grew even stronger.

Same green, same sweet, especially the sense of familiarity that he hadn't seen for a long time.

The thought of what was about to happen excited his senses.

Celia, on the other hand, was in a total mess. The kiss just now made it clear to her that she resented this man, but then why did she give in to it in the end?

It wasn't until she felt a burning sensation on her skin that the man whispered, "It's been a long time. I almost forgot what that felt like."

Without a conscious thought, she pushed the man away and glanced at the scissors on the ground. Celia realized that this might be her only hope.

In the blink of an eye, she picked up the scissor and pointed it at the man's chest. Her movement was clean and properly executed with precision and accuracy.

"Stay away from me or you'll regret it!"

'Right hand!'

Carlos's keen eyes focused intently at her hand and then scissors.

'She used her right hand! But not her natural left hand!'

He squinted his eyes at her, as if trying to read her mind.

'It can't be!'

The kiss was just as intense and sensitive as it had been years ago. The way she gripped his arm with her slender fingers; the way her face turned red and even the manner of the kiss confirmed his suspicions. How could it not be her?

Carlos slowly shifted his gaze towards the woman who was shivering.

Celia Ling's eyes became misty, her vision blurred and thoughts began clashing inside her mind. Although she could clearly see the expression on his face, his presence was enough to make her jittery.

"You want to kill me?" Carlos finally broke the silence. Celia couldn't tell whether he was angry or not from his voice, so she remained silent. Carlos took this as an opportunity to approach her with caution.