Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 7

The metallic tang of blood and the sting on his lips only fueled Brad's rage. He licked away the blood droplets from his lips, shooting Nadine a suggestive smirk before spitting the blood into a nearby trash can.

A sinister smile crept onto his face. "Did you just bite me?" he asked.

Before Nadine could react, her lips stung again as Brad began biting her relentlessly.

She was momentarily stunned, her mind blank. All she could focus on was the blood staining Brad's lips, a result of her own actions.

For five years, Nadine had treated him with utmost reverence, reluctant to hurt him even a little. And yet, in a moment of desperation, she had bitten him, causing him to bleed.

A wave of regret and anguish washed over her. She shouldn't have hurt him, she thought.

The intense pain on her lips brought her back to her senses, making her realize that even if she persisted or fought until death, Brad would never love her.

Retracting her earlier remorse, Nadine began to push Brad away forcefully. "You bastard, let go of me!"

Sensing her struggle, Brad exerted even more force.

He bit down on her tongue until Nadine stopped resisting. Both their mouths were filled with blood, making it impossible to discern whose blood it was.

Initially, Nadine could still struggle and occasionally gasp for fresh air, but now she was powerless, like a fish on the brink of death, wide-eyed, mouth open, only able to exhale.

Her tongue was numb.

"Bastard… Let go of me…" No matter how much Nadine resisted, she was suppressed by Brad. The disparity in strength between them meant Nadine's struggles were in vain.

Nadine had exhausted her strength long ago. In the end, all that remained were light pushes that were utterly futile.

Sensing her submission, Brad smiled in satisfaction, and momentarily released her soft lips. Just when Nadine thought it was over, Brad's blood-stained lips forced upon hers again.

The familiar scent of grass invaded as Brad's fingers deftly lifted Nadine's clothing, tracing along her tender waist.

Terrified, Nadine's face was drained of color. The intense shame ignited the last of her dwindling resistance, and she hurriedly restrained his wandering hands.

"Brad, you're shameless!"

The next moment, Brad's lips and teeth drowned out her angry outburst.

Brad, not one to mince words, pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and tied Nadine's struggling hands behind her back. His large hand boldly caressed her waist.

"Nadine, you have to suffer the consequences of provoking me!" His tone was light, but it sent shivers down her spine.

Nadine struggled, but Brad suppressed all her efforts. The darkness and confinement of the environment made her increasingly terrified, and the sudden tension of their pressed bodies made her heart race uncontrollably.

Even through the fabric, she could feel the firm muscles underneath, like molten magma beneath a volcano, ready to erupt and engulf her.

In the dimness, even though she couldn't see Brad's expression clearly, she could still sense his intense anger. His grip on her hand was like a vice, causing her excruciating pain.