Up until now, Venera finally understood the meaning of his word. She was so eager to push him off, but the more she resisted, the tighter his kiss was.
She failed to push him off, while her body was sore due to that endeavor. But she still tried her best to break free when she hit his shoulder vigorously.
What she didn't expect was that while he pressed her tightly, he reached out the other hand to grab her hands and placed them behind her waist to force a hug on her.
Verena found herself unable to move. She regretted her former behavior.
This man was no ordinary. She would always be in the disadvantage if she tried forces with him.
Swallowing hard, Verena stared at him with her pale face, and protested, "Haven't you said that you are not interested in me? What's the meaning of this? Don't you find it rather amusing?"
He was squinting at Verena while dropped a recondite remark, "It's one thing to be not interested in a woman, and quite another the desire to conquer a woman. They can be concurrent!"
"Bullshit!" yelled Verena angrily, "who said so? All but your rascal excuses!"
Holding her jaw again, he squinted unhappily, "You can talk! Though I don't have any interest in you, you have to pay the price of that slap you gave me!"
While he was speaking, his hands were still busy. He tossed his only clothes aside.
Verena was really panicky at that time. She hated to throw good money after bad.
But as a woman, still limited was her strength. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.
Hiding in Lemuel's narrow eyes was the danger.
Before she was about to say something, someone knocked on the door.
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