"Ranita..." The man's voice was hoarse and low, flowing gently in her ear. Ranita's heart skipped a beat. She dared not breathe too heavily, just staring foolishly at the man.
Brendon had absolute control over her.
A long kiss made her dizzy and unable to think.
"Brendon... you're drunk..." At first, Ranita tried to maintain some rationality. "Get up, I need to rest."
After all, they were no longer what they used to be.
They shouldn't do intimate things anymore.
But the man seemed not to have heard her. One strong arm wrapped around her waist and his kisses became dominant and fierce.
In a daze, she felt a corner of her lip bitten painfully.
"Brendon! Let me go!" Ranita pushed his hand away, trying to break free from his embrace. But the alcohol-controlled man clearly couldn't reason with her.
He looked down at Ranita from above with eyes that were tender yet lingering after losing their coldness.
Who was he looking at through her?
The answer was about to come out.
Ranita's eyes turned red as if filled with sand in a basket that hurt so much she couldn't catch her breath.
"Ranita... I feel uncomfortable..." His face rubbed against hers; it was hot and carried a strong smell of alcohol as he kissed on the nape of neck carefully.
Ranita pushed several times but it was futile against Brendon's strength.
The night grew deep with heavy dew outside while their usually tidy bedroom became messy everywhere; Brendon slept soundly while holding onto one of Ranita's arms tightly.
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