Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 189

He reached out. Looking at his pudgy, sausage-like fingers coming toward her, she felt utterly nauseated.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped him as hard as she could.

*Smack.*

The fat on his chin wobbled, and Yvette's hand stung from the impact.

"Hehehehe." He chuckled darkly. "Your hands are so soft, and you smell so good. If you put those hands somewhere else, I bet it would feel incredible."

His gaze dropped shamelessly lower.

Her thick, long eyelashes fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings, and her full lips were flushed and inviting.

Every single part of her hit Derek's exact preferences. He wanted nothing more than to swallow her whole.

Yvette hadn't expected him to be a sick masochist; the slap hadn't deterred him at all. Instead, it only turned him on more.

A chilling terror shot straight from her feet to the top of her skull. Her hands, hanging at her sides, couldn't stop trembling.

"Give up, baby girl. You're not getting out of here."

Derek's leering stare felt like he was visually stripping her bare.

Her body temperature was rising rapidly, and an unnatural flush crept onto her cheeks. Yvette dug her nails deeply into her palms to stay grounded.

"I have money. I can pay you," she said, desperately trying to negotiate.

"Wherever I go, everyone calls me Mr. Creed with respect. Do you really think I'm short on cash?"

Derek wagged a stubby finger in her face. Seeing how pale she looked, he offered a generous consolation.

"Don't worry, I won't sleep with you for free. Once I've had my fill, you can go find some nice, boring guy to marry." He gave a twisted grin. "But with skin this soft and perfect, I might never get tired of you."

He grabbed her wrist. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, and she immediately threw her other hand up to shove him away.

But the man was short and incredibly heavy, easily weighing over two hundred and fifty pounds.

With the drugs kicking in, her limbs were turning to jelly. To him, her weakened struggle was just foreplay, and he let out a filthy laugh.

"Playing hard to get. I love it."

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