"Aaron, let me go!"
Serena had had enough of the power imbalance between them.
If she had known, she would have hit the gym to build some strength rather than just focusing on toning.
Aaron kicked open the door to the master bedroom.
Seeing the large bed in the center of the room, Serena struggled even more fiercely.
But all her efforts were in vain.
In just a few seconds, Aaron reached the bed and set her down.
Serena sank into the soft mattress before she could react.
Before she knew it, Aaron's towering figure loomed over her.
His kiss was devoid of tenderness, carrying an almost punishing, predatory intent that left Serena breathless.
Her shirt was yanked open roughly, the cold air hitting her skin and making her eyes widen in fear.
Tears welled up and spilled over.
Aaron frowned, his actions pausing for a moment, but in the next second, like an enraged predator, he moved even more aggressively.
"Stop! Aaron, I said stop!" Serena's voice shook uncontrollably.
Aaron showed no sign of halting.
In desperation, Serena glanced up at the bedside lamp.
Beneath her, Aaron's fingers had already begun to undo the waistband of her pants.
She bit her lip hard, reached out, and grabbed the lamp, swinging it down onto Aaron's head with all her might.
Thud.
The room fell silent for several seconds.
Aaron remained kneeling over Serena, his expression dark enough to drip with anger.
A glimmer of disbelief flickered in his eyes.
Serena bit her lip in fear.
She didn’t regret hitting Aaron.
She was terrified of how he might retaliate.
"You..." She gripped the lamp tightly, "Don't come closer, if you do..."
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