Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 29

"You're going to pay for this someday!" A hoarse, infuriated voice left her throat and she gnashed her teeth. Were it not for her instincts, she would have fallen down as the hand that was stopping her falling was already frozen.

"Well... I'm looking forward to that day." With a quick, easy movement, Brian drew Molly closer and before she could react, violently thrust his lips against hers.

"Ummm..."

Was all she could muster as she resisted his move by locking her teeth together and pushed him on the chest. But however hard she tried, she felt that her strength was simply negligible as compared to Brian's

Who, ignoring her efforts, simply drew her even closer and started biting, sucking, and tasting her cold lips until finally, they both felt blood!

Molly was desperately trying to run away from this bloody confrontation, but she couldn't. She made another effort to push Brian away, and this time, he let her go.

A pale face, and her lips painted scarlet by her blood, made Brian smile.

It was humiliating. Molly couldn't bear it anymore and without a second thought, one of her hands went straight for Brian.

"Ahh!"

She cried out in pain as she fell down. Her dignity and pride were crushed.

Before she had reached Brian's cheeks, he had deftly blocked the blow with one hand and the resulting reaction had thrown her onto the ground.

"Never. Try. That. Again. Understand?" Brian uttered every word in a steely cold voice, as chilling as the wind outside.

The efforts she made to look strong, even though she wasn't, were remarkable. Instead of picking herself up, she simply turned towards him and somberly responded," I don't... I just don't.... But do I have a choice?" she stammered helplessly.

Brian smiled. "Good girl."

There was a smile on her face too; a far more bitter and ironic one. Gradually it got brighter. Maybe she had suffered so much pain and misery that she could no longer cry and a smile seemed like her last resort.

The night was getting old and the cold current made the entire world look bleak and desolate.

Molly lay on the bed; sleepy, dizzy, and murmuring unconsciously. She was sniffing slightly and her body, which was quivering from time to time, was huddled up like a baby.

The air-conditioning seemed unsuccessful in warming her up anymore, as if her panic and fear had left her with everlasting coldness.

Sitting by her bedside, Brian was gently feeling the hair that fell around her forehead and, surprisingly, his indifferent face was slowly melting into a concerned one.

He was reminded of the moment when she had passed out with her intense emotions. How adorably poor she had seemed then! Slowly, a hint of tenderness and warmth took over his cold look as he smiled slightly.