The room was silent except for her helpless sobs, when suddenly the door was kicked open once again.
Evelyn Clayton raised her tear-streaked face in shock, her swollen eyes eting Jas Grant’s stormy black face.
"Why are you back?"
She asked in astonishnt, but he tightened his thin lips and said nothing.
Jas Grant stord in, pushing her onto the bed, pressing down on her, grabbing her hands tightly, forcing them above her head, compelling her to arch her body to et his.
Evelyn was both shocked and angry, gritting her teeth and struggling desperately: "Jas Grant, are you crazy?!"
He carried a chilling aura that made one tremble, ignoring her resistance, he kissed her neck: "I’m crazy because you forced ."
Pain stung her neck, and Evelyn frowned, gritting her teeth.
"What did I force you to do?!"
His bloodshot ink-black eyes stared at the dark red, kiss-like mark on her neck, particularly glaring.
With fury in his eyes, Jas Grant bit down on that spot, his canines like a beast’s fangs, making Evelyn scream in pain.
"Are you a dog?!"
Jas Grant bit for a minute, and when he raised his head, that spot was covered with his bite mark.
He curved his lips into a aningless smile, his fingers brushing against his thin lips.
That smile, in Evelyn’s eyes, seed particularly depraved and abstinent, making her tremble uncontrollably.
"Evelyn Clayton, you can only be mine."
As the words fell, Jas Grant’s anger mixed with desire ravaged her body, kissing her face over and over.
He had a perfect grasp of Evelyn’s weak spots, igniting her body with desire in an instant.
Evelyn endured his actions, her entire body trembling, even her voice couldn’t stop shaking.
"Jas Grant, I didn’t do it."
She was honest, unable to bear seeing Jas Grant lose control.
Jas Grant kissed her neck, his actions paused, then covered her earlobe, his voice low and laced with seduction: "I know."
She was stunned for a mont, and before she could think about how he knew, Jas Grant kissed her lips directly.
When he bit into her dark red kiss mark just now, he tasted lipstick.
It was the sa lipstick she had used when he had kissed her lips before.
This little trick, in his eyes, was insignificant.
In the midst of Jas Grant’s tenderness, Evelyn Clayton lost all consciousness, falling into ruin with him.
——
After the desire ended, Evelyn Clayton felt even more limp, collapsing into Jas Grant’s arms, feeling like her bones might be crushed.
She gritted her teeth with resentnt: "You intentionally wanted to kill ."
Jas Grant’s eyes slightly lifted, his deep eyes carrying a shallow smile, he said lowly: "Think however you want."
"What, after humiliating , you co back to sleep with , Jas Grant, are you shaless?"
Thinking of the words he had said, Evelyn’s anger flared, pushing him away with cold sarcasm.
He wasn’t angry, instead his smile grew broader: "Fine, I’m shaless for you."
Evelyn didn’t bother arguing with him, what she cared more about was Harrison Grant.
"Cut the nonsense, have you investigated? What illness does your dad have that needs to be a long-term blood donor?"
Jas Grant’s eyes darkened, his fingers tapping the edge of the bed bit by bit: "I have. Harrison Grant gave the dical report; the report is fine, let’s wait and see."
Evelyn realized sothing, her almond eyes lifted with interest.
"So, you humiliated in front of others on purpose, just to make Harrison Grant reveal his cards."
Jas Grant looked down, pulling her slender waist closer: "Otherwise, how could we be a perfect match?"
After donating too much blood and going crazy with Jas Grant, Evelyn Clayton felt terribly dizzy.
She frowned and patted Jas Grant’s shoulder: "Get up, go make so food, I’m dizzy and anemic."
"Wait."
Hearing she was dizzy, Jas Grant imdiately got off the bed, dressed, and walked to the kitchen.
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