Christine was fucked until she peed herself again.
The car was instantly filled with a strong, pungent sll, along with a faint scent of blood from her mouth. A streak of bright red blood hung on her lips, stark and eye-catching.
But it wasn't her blood—it was Adrian's.
A few minutes earlier, Christine had been brought to yet another orgasm by Adrian. He held her down on the car seat with one hand, while the other hand gripped her neck tightly, making her eyes roll back and her gaze unfocused, her expression blank. Her limbs were weak, moving back and forth in sync with his movents, until finally, for a second, Adrian let go of her neck.
In her blurred vision, Christine saw Adrian's neck right in front of her face. Without hesitation, she bit down hard on the side of his neck.
She knew the consequences, knew how terrifying it would be to anger Adrian.
But she really didn't want to see this man anymore, didn't want to be in such a lewd position beneath him. At this mont, her only thought was to get out of this car as quickly as possible. No matter what it took, she wanted to end this one-sided abuse.
Since her hands were tied and his cock was still inside her, she couldn't fight back. So she used her last weapon - her teeth - to make him feel pain, to make him understand clearly that she didn't want this.
Except for Ethan, she wouldn't do this with any other man - her deal with Adrian was long over.
She couldn't understand why Adrian, who had no shortage of won, would force himself on her.
Her thoughts were scattered; she had no strength left to ponder this question.
She bit down hard and refused to let go. Adrian instantly reached out and violently gripped her jaw, squeezing until Christine finally opened her mouth, nearly crushing her jaw in the process. The pain was so severe she couldn't close her joints properly. Blood covered her lips, and crimson-streaked saliva dripped down drop by drop.
Her eyes were slightly closed as her gaze drifted toward him, filled with nothing but numbness.
Adrian must have been hurt by the bite. Although he didn't say a word, his brows furrowed deeply, and his gaze darkened like a storm brewing.
In the next second, he pulled Christine up and forcefully flipped her over, removing the belt from her neck. He gripped her neck with both hands, forcing her head back, and lifted his hips to fuck her from behind with urgent, wild thrusts.
Her pussy was swollen, and her body could no longer produce more fluids. Christine's eyes filled with tears from the pain, but she didn't beg for rcy or cry anymore. She silently complied with Adrian's movents, silently waiting for this torture to end.
After what seed like an eternity, Adrian finally erged from the car.
Jas had been waiting in Daniel's car's passenger seat, watching the Maybach. The mont Adrian opened the door, Jas quickly got out and hurried to the Maybach's back door.
He smoothly perford his usual routine - draped the coat over Adrian, offered a cigarette, and lit it up with practiced efficiency.
That's when he noticed the bite mark on Adrian's neck. The man's neck had always possessed an elegant yet powerful profile, carrying an aristocratic air. The violent, savage blood mark stood out starkly even in the dark night. The bite was deep - clearly, she had bitten down with all her might.
Jas froze mid-lighting the cigarette. He hesitated to speak, then caught sight of Adrian's murderous expression and wisely kept quiet.
Adrian turned his head and took the cigarette from Jas. The movent must have pulled at his wound because he hissed impatiently and raised his hand to press against it. The blood hadn't dried completely, leaving crimson sars on his fingers.
He looked back at the disheveled rear seat, his eyes filled with an indescribable ferocity.
After a few seconds, he turned and strode toward Daniel's car, leaving Jas with only: "Drive back and call the family doctor."
Jas hurriedly followed, calling the doctor while getting into the car. He gestured for the driver to take Christine's Maybach while Daniel drove Adrian ho.
Jas couldn't read Adrian's mood, but knew it had definitely worsened. During the ride, neither he nor Daniel dared to breathe loudly. From the front seat, Jas carefully glanced at Adrian through the rearview mirror.
Who would have thought that what Christine left on their boss's neck wasn't a love bite, but actual teeth marks.
...How "romantic" indeed.
Both cars arrived at the house together. Following Adrian's instructions, they stopped directly at the villa entrance instead of going to the garage.
Sophie was waiting at the door with a blanket - Jas had ssaged her on the way.
When Sophie opened the back door, she was t with Christine's pitiful state.
The woman lay unconscious in the back seat, her bare legs curled up. Her pusy were covered in sen and bodily fluids, and her body was marked with various signs of violence: pinch marks, binding marks, slap marks... Even the air was heavy with the scent of forced intimacy.
Sophie's expression remained neutral as she wrapped the prepared blanket around Christine's body and lifted her out.
The Cooper siblings had lost their parents early in life. They weren't from a wealthy family - Sophie's earliest mories were of Jas rushing around with her, juggling between studies and part-ti jobs.
When she started middle school, Jas worried about her safety traveling alone to and from school. He joked that maybe his little sister should learn so fighting skills, so at least she could put up a good fight if she encountered any bad people.
Unexpectedly, Sophie turned out to be the neighborhood's top martial arts prodigy, showing remarkable talent. Though she looked small and thin, that tiny fra packed incredible strength. Within just a few years of training, she had mastered the art completely.
Carrying Christine, Sophie strode quickly toward the house. She t Jas and whispered: "Brother, Marcus ca earlier with several n looking for the boss. Sothing seed wrong. I told them he was at a yacht party and sent them away."
Jas patted his sister's shoulder, mouthing: Well done.
Sophie had barely walked a few steps when she heard the screech of brakes behind her, followed by footsteps and an enraged roar: "You motherfucking bastard Adrian! How fucking dare you beat up my brother?! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you today, you son of a bitch!"
The next second, Jas and the driver imdiately rushed out.
Sophie paused briefly, then quickened her pace, holding the blanket tightly around Christine as she hurried inside without looking back.
The sudden shouting had roused Christine. She weakly blinked her eyes, staring blankly at the swaying view.
"Hey, Christine, don't worry, it's alright, it's alright. Nothing's happening," Sophie assured her.
Sophie tried to comfort Christine as she carried her into the elevator, attempting to block out the noise outside.
Despite Sophie's efforts to distract her, Christine still caught fragnts of the commotion. Her instincts told her Marcus's brother, Wesley, had co seeking revenge against Adrian for beating Marcus nearly to disability.
She wasn't worried about Adrian - he hardly needed her concern. She just didn't want herself as well as her request to cause trouble for anyone - and this anyone naturally included Adrian.
The scene from earlier that night flashed before her eyes: Adrian opening the car door to rescue her in her mont of terror, then his aristocratic face clouding over before he took her violently in the storm of his rage.
She heard Sophie say again: "Don't worry, the boss will handle everything."
Of course Adrian would handle it all. She'd heard Ethan praise his older brother countless tis - there was nothing in this world Adrian couldn't do.
Her thoughts were scattered, but she was too exhausted to think anymore. Her eyes slowly closed.
Christine fell silent as Sophie carried her inside.
Family doctor was already waiting in the living room. Sophie gave him a quick nod before carrying Christine upstairs to the bedroom. After laying Christine down, Sophie quickly cleaned her up and dressed her before calling the doctor in.
At first glance, there were purple bruises around Christine's neck where hands had gripped her, and her jaw was visibly bruised from being violently squeezed. Her face was swollen from crying, with blood stains at the corners of her mouth.
Sophie's heart ached as she tucked the blanket around Christine, looking worriedly at her belly - she was pregnant, after all.
The family doctor examined Christine thoroughly and professionally. After confirming there was no external bleeding or wounds, he told Sophie to ensure the pregnant woman got plenty of rest, stick to light als for the next few days, and let her sleep as long as she needed.
"Thank you, doctor. And about her... lower regions?" Sophie asked delicately.
"No major concerns." The doctor sighed. "I'll tell Jas to inform Mr. Blackwood to be gentler in the future."
Sophie couldn't help but roll her eyes: There's going to be a future?
After seeing the doctor out, Sophie took out the dical kit from Christine's bedroom. She opened two tubes of ointnt and sat by the bed, carefully explaining to Christine how to use them. The woman kept her eyes closed, unable to speak, only managing slight nods to show she understood.
Sophie silently sighed, then went to the bathroom to turn on the lights, the heater, and run a full tub of hot water.
When everything was ready, she helped Christine up from the bed and guided her to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so she could bathe in private.
She stayed right outside, worried the weakened Christine might have an accident.
The house was completely silent except for the two of them.
The only sounds were the angry shouts from outside and, behind the bathroom door, the woman's barely audible sobs.
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