My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 382

William firmly grabbed her wrist.

Alice looked down at him.

William sat there, his handsome face looked gloomy, a pair of pitch-black eyes revealed a sense of coldness, and his slender fingers held onto her wrist tighter.

"It hurts."

Alice's brows furrowed tightly as she tried to tug at his hand.

His hand was extremely forceful, to the point that she couldn't even lift a single finger. Alice felt that her hand was about to break in his grip-

"Alice!" William suddenly stood up, his hand clutching her wrist tightly as he roared out harshly, "Other than saying that you will split, say that you will leave, and say that you don't love me, will you say anything else?"

Alice looked at him in shock.

"How far do I have to go before you can come back? Alice, you cannot be so overbearing!"

Suddenly, William grabbed her back and pushed her forcefully into the sofa. He bent down and pressed her soft body down, then lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her lips in a crazed manner.

He became exceptionally crazy.

Alice struggled to sit up, but was pushed back again.

After struggling for a few times, Alice was finally exhausted. She bit her lips and continued to train.

He was in too much of a hurry to take everything from her.

His long fingers began to move over her body.

Alice's body was still covered in bruises and she was pressing her down, causing her to feel excruciating pain. At such a close distance, she could clearly see the wound on his forehead.

She suddenly thought that they really were like hedgehogs, hugging each other until they were covered in cuts and bruises.

Fresh blood.

Alice stared at his forehead and slowly stopped struggling. He buried his face in her neck as though he was a person who had been thirsty for a long time in the desert for water. He kissed on her tender skin while his breath became heavier.

"Is that what you want?"

Alice allowed him to kiss her, and asked softly. There was no emotion in her eyes, only disappointment.

There was no anger in her voice, no sadness, only numbness.

That tone made William's body freeze up.

Alice slowly pushed him away and sat upright on the sofa. She stared at the ground and said word by word, "If you only want this moment, then I can give it to you."

After saying that, Alice slowly untied the hot towel on her arm and placed it to the side. Then, she stood up and faced William as she began to untie the belt on her waist.

William stared straight at her, his breathing became heavier and heavier, his voice became hoarse, "Who said that I only want this?"

"Isn't it? You've been emphasizing this ever since we met again. Tell me how good you were to me, tell me how you tolerated me, and you didn't even tie me directly to the bed. " Alice laughed bitterly as she lowered her head and threw the wide black belt to the side, "I'll give it to you today. Please show more tolerance towards me.

It was a complete separation.

Split up.

Alice said as she pulled the zipper at the side of her body. As she pulled down two centimeters, her fair skin was revealed, which was as white as congealed oil.

William sat on the sofa and stared at her.

That touch of white skin was too fatal to him.

At this moment, William's mind was only filled with her, the clean-cut her.

Alice continued to pull the zipper down with a numb face. However, she didn't know that she was stuck and the zipper couldn't be pulled down no matter how hard she tried.

The ambiguous and sorrowful atmosphere suddenly changed.

This time, William immediately woke up. His eyes were no longer filled with desire and infatuation. He grabbed her wrist and glared at her. Alice, you are too smart!"

"Then how many times do you want? Twice? Three times? or ten times? " Alice lowered her eyes to look at his extremely furious face, and said in an indifferent and numb voice, "No matter how many times it takes, I ask that you take all of it today. Don't drag out the time to torture me."

All of it.

She really did think highly of him.

"You said this is torture?" William asked softly, his expression extremely ugly.

"Isn't it?"

Alice retorted as she lowered her eyes to look at him. Since she couldn't pull the zipper, she decided to take a step forward and sit on William's lap.

William's breathing immediately stopped. His back was as straight as a primary school student, almost pulling her into his arms and kissing her fiercely.

Alice saw that he was not moving at all, but in this aspect, she had almost never taken the initiative to do so.

She reached out her arms and wrapped it around William's neck, her face slowly approaching William. Her eyes were looking down at his thin lip and her eyelashes continuously trembled, revealing her current nervousness.

William sat stiffly on the sofa, his eyes staring at her soft lips, staring at her moving closer and closer, his heart pounding like thunder, as he stopped breathing completely.

Just as Alice was about to kiss him, William suddenly stood up and pushed her away.

"Alice! Just one day and you want to change it to an eternal separation!"

William glared at her and roared hysterically.

Alice was pushed back a step; she was pushed to the side and almost fell to the ground. She was standing right in front of the wall, and the comics were right in front of her eyes.

She stared.

The entire wall of words and paintings were all drawn by her.

It carried all of her feelings, her guilt, her joy, her sorrow, her despair.

A beautiful dream.