My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1706

Tremaine stroked Yesseca's cheek and said, "You said you didn't know me!"

His fingers were like needles piercing into Yesseca's skin.

Just as Yesseca was about to speak, Tremaine sealed her lips.

There was no trace of gentleness in his kiss.

It was as if he wanted to devour Yesseca completely.

The blood all over Yesseca's body rushed towards her head.

She was neither excited nor angry, and the only emotion she felt was anger.

She bit Tremaine's lips when he was caught off guard. She bit so hard that his mouth began to bleed.

A drop of his blood fell onto Yesecca clothes.

Tremaine raised his face slightly.

He didn't seem to care about the blood on his lips. "Go ahead and bite me. The more you bite, the more aroused I'll feel."

He was already an attractive man. The drop of blood on his mouth made him even more irresistible.

Yesseca's face turned red. "Tremaine, if you do this, I'll hate you. I'll despise you forever!"

Tremaine's eyes were cold. "Feel free to do so. As you said, if you choose to hate me, I'll allow it."

Then Tremaine reached out his hand to pull off Yesseca's skirt.

Seeing that her skirt was about to be torn off, Yesseca grabbed ahold of a lamp on her bedside.

Tremaine noticed her picking it up.

Tremaine grabbed Yesseca's hand and said, "Do you think it's going to be of any use to hit me with this lamp?"

His words were full of contempt.

Yesseca felt as if she was surrounded. She had nowhere to escape, and the feeling of despair suffocated her.

She said with a tearfully, "If I don't hit you, I can hit myself. If I kill myself, I won't need to witness what you're doing to me!"

Tremaine was shocked.

Yesseca's words suddenly removed all his impulses and filled him with a certain coldness.

Who knew Yesseca really hated him that much.

She would rather hit herself than be touched by him.

That was how much she hated him.

Tremaine left.

After Yesseca finished speaking, he left without saying a word.

When Tremaine was gone, Yesseca sat on the bed and buried her head in her knees, trembling violently.

It was a long time until she was able to raise her face.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Yesseca took out a photo from under her pillow.

It was a photo of her and Lothar.

Seeing the both of them in the photo, Yesseca's shoulders twitched as she cried, "Lothar, what should I do? Tell me, what should I do?"

Lothar, who was in the photo, smiled at Yesseca.

He couldn't answer Yesseca.

Yesseca's shoulders trembled even harder.

Before this, she had always been a simple and happy girl. Nothing was overly complicated, but now, things had changed.

Her world was a blank canvas before this. Now, it was as if someone had taken a brush and painted it black.

What should she do?

What could she do?

Who could tell her?

Who could give her an answer?

Tremaine returned to the Quartley family's villa.