Can't Resist the Billionaire novel Chapter 62

"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.