His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1363

"What do you mean I didn't keep my word? Leila, how can you say that to me? Everyone loves money. One can never have too much money, right? It is a great opportunity for me to get rich. Only the dumbest fool in the world would pass up on the opportunity!" Jim said to Leila, intimidating her with his larger frame.

Leila felt small against his frightening and scrutinizing gaze. His gaze held a mixture of greed and heavy desire; Leila could feel incredibly vulnerable and naked.

Leila was beginning to feel uneasy. She tried to take a step back away from him, but Jim was faster.

He grabbed her wrist quickly, tightening his hold until it started to hurt Leila. She tried to shake her wrist away but his grip was too tight. Jim kept his eyes on her, frightening Leila even more.

He yanked Leila closer to him, keeping her body against his. He held her waist tight, locking her there with a predatory smirk on his lips.

Leila was beginning to realize what Jim was planning to do to her. She tried to push back more forcefully, but she couldn't move from his strong arms. Jim had practically pinned her on the spot.

Seeing Leila try to resist him was both enticing and annoying. She was really making it work for him. He slapped Leila across the face, the young woman moaning in pain. He threw her on the bed when she stopped moving to ease the pain.

It wasn't long before Leila's screams got louder and desperate. The room was filled with noise of clothes being torn and skin slapping against skin. Jim had begun to torture the young, helpless woman, who continued to scream until her voice weakened. A few minutes later, Leila was knocked unconscious; unsure if it was from the pain Jim inflicted, or her body failing to survive the torture.

Once Jim was finished, he pushed Leila aside before standing up. He fished out his phone from his pants, opening the camera to take several nude photos of the unconscious woman.

A few hours later, Leila started to regain consciousness. Her vision was blurry and she felt lightheaded from the fresh, stinging pain. She could see Jim watching her from the lounge chair near the bed. Leila gathered all her strength to get up, but at her current state, her body simply rolled on the floor. She staggered to get on her knees to lean on the wall, while Jim chuckled to himself as he kept watching her.

"Where do you think you're going, Leila? I'm not yet done with you. In fact, I have something to show you. You should take a look," he said in a low voice. He got up and walked over to her kneeling frame. He pulled on her hair, dragging her back towards the lounge chair. He sat down first and forced her to sit above his lap. When she began to thrash around again, Jim held her with his arm before putting his phone in front of Leila's contorted face. It was then that Leila saw the nude photos that Jim took of her.

"Argh!" Leila exclaimed, shoving herself off of his lap as she saw the nude photos. It was late before she realized that she had to take the phone away to delete them. She tried to reach for the phone, but Jim laughed at her and pulled it out of her reach.

"Pathetic." Jim laughed at her, kicking her away. He put his phone back in his pocket before standing up to walk closer towards the beaten-down woman.

He laughed wickedly at her intense glare.

"Oh, dear Leila, tell me. What will you do when these pictures go public? Now everyone will know how sweet your body is." Jim laughed again and looked at her with equal intensity.

Leila didn't know what to do if that happened. She didn't know what Charles would think of her if he saw them. She bit her lower lip angrily, shaking her head in disbelief.

She tugged on Jim's clothed leg, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, please don't. I beg you," Leila pleaded desperately.

"What? Are you begging now? You gotta show me your sincerity, then," Jim teased, reaching for her chin. Her skin was soft against his calloused fingers, exciting him once again.