{Chapter: 179 Angry Ada}
...Or perhaps it was the relentless, rciless pleasure that pushed her beyond exhaustion, leaving her trembling, ruined, and utterly claid?
No one could say for sure... but their bodies told its own sinful tale.
A series of strange, muffled sounds filled the dimly lit alleyway, a rhythm of deep breaths and tension that stretched into the late hours of the day. The heat between them had been relentless, neither willing to back down, both consud by sothing far more primal than reason.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, it was over.
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Three Hours Later
A low groan escaped William's lips as he slowly woke up, his body sore in a way that felt both satisfying and unfamiliar. His vision adjusted to the dim light, and his gaze instinctively moved to the woman beneath him.
Ada lay sprawled across the silk sheets, her dark hair a wild cascade over the pillow, strands clinging to her damp skin. Her body, flushed a deep, sultry red, bore the undeniable marks of their rough passion—hickeys scattered like sinful constellations across her neck, collarbone, breasts, and thighs. Every inch of her was kissed, claid, worshipped.
Her chest rose and fell in slow, exhausted breaths, the afterglow of pleasure leaving her limbs weak, trembling. A faint sheen of sweat highlighted the curves of her body, the contrast of softness and sharp angles only adding to the temptation she exuded, even in her most vulnerable state.
She was utterly spent, yet her parted lips and half-lidded gaze held the remnants of insatiable desire—proof that tonight had been anything but gentle.
William chuckled to himself, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I didn't expect to lose control like that," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. "But... it wasn't bad at all."
His fingertips traced down her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin. He had never seen Ada like this—unguarded, vulnerable.
But then, her eyelids fluttered. A sharp intake of breath signaled her return to consciousness.
Ada's body tensed almost imdiately. Her hazel eyes snapped open, locking onto his with a cold, calculating glare. For a long mont, she just stared, her expression unreadable.
Then, her voice cut through the quiet like a blade.
"William," she said icily. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
William smirked. He had expected anger.
"I know exactly what I did," he said, leaning closer. "I did sothing that only a husband and wife should do. So, Ada..." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "That makes you mine now."
Ada's lips curled into a snarl, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You arrogant bastard," she hissed. "I should kill you where you lie."
He laughed, utterly unbothered by her fury. "You could try," he said. "But I doubt you'd get very far in your current condition."
Ada's face darkened as she suddenly beca aware of the dull ache coursing through her body, a reminder of how reckless their day had been.
She clenched her teeth and tried to move, only to wince at the sharp pain. William reached out instinctively to steady her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch ," she snapped.
William sighed, but the amusent never fully left his eyes. "Ada, it's already happened. Killing won't change that. But if you want to hate for it, go ahead."
Ada let out a sharp breath, frustration and anger radiating from her. "You think this is about hate?" she growled. "You already have Jill, Terry, and Alice. What the hell makes you think I would ever be part of that?"
William tilted his head, watching her carefully. "Everyone together, don't you think this is perfect?" William said with a wicked smile.
"You think too beautifully, the world does not revolve around you." Ada's tone was a little sarcastic. "You're insufferable," she muttered, turning away.
William didn't care, "If you don't even dare to think about it, let alone do it. I, William, dare to think, and I will definitely dare to do it."
"So what if you dare to do it? I won't give you a chance."
"What you said really hurts my heart, it's broken." William looked like he was hit hard.
"Stop pretending, get up." Ada pushed William.
"Why do you want to get up? It feels good." William said with a smile.
"You guy." Ada, who had no weapon in her hand, suddenly bit William's shoulder.
William didn't feel any pain at all, and Ada bit him tightly, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, you bastard, you actually treated like this."
William just said with pity: "Do you feel better?"
"Not at all, it's never been this bad." Ada shouted, and a tear couldn't help but slip out.
William's mouth moved closer and kissed Ada's tears dry.
"Don't touch ." Ada moved her face to the side.
"Ada, seeing you cry, my heart breaks." William looked distressed.
"I didn't cry." Ada shouted.
"You cry, I know you are very unwilling, but don't torture yourself, just co to if you have any problems."
"Co to you? That's easy to say, if you let kill you, I won't be unwilling." Ada said coldly.
William stood up naked and took two steps back. "If you think this will make you happy, then kill ."
Ada grabbed the torn remains of her red dress, wrapping it tightly around herself to cover her main parts, and picked up the gun, as she forced herself to stand. Her legs trembled slightly, her whole body was sore, especially the pain below, but she steadied herself, glaring at him with all the hatred she could muster.
William arms behind his head, watching her with lazy amusent.
Turning back to him with steady hands. Ada pointed the gun at William's chest.
"William," she said darkly, aiming it at his chest. "Don't move."
William didn't flinch. He simply sat up, his smirk never faltering. "Going to kill , are you?" he asked. "I won't resist, co on, I, William, dare to do it. But Ada, I want to tell you that you are my woman, even if I die, this will not change, there is a mark left by in your body." William said domineeringly. "Would that make you feel better?"
Ada's grip on the gun tightened.
"It would," she said coldly.
William leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. "Then do it."
Ada's body trembled and she shouted, "Stop talking."
Her finger twitched on the trigger.
"Speak or not, this is a fact."
"I'll kill you." Ada slowly pulled the trigger.
"If you really want to kill , then co on." William looked fearless, because there was nothing to be afraid of, the bullet couldn't even penetrate his skin. But on the surface, he still had to say sothing nice.
Ada pulled the trigger halfway and looked at William with a complicated look.
"What's wrong? Shoot!"
"You saved twice before, I won't kill you, just think of it as a return to you. When we et next ti, it's either you or ." Ada put the gun down and said coldly.
"Saving you is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. If you want to kill , don't let this affect you. If you want to kill , start now, don't wait until next ti." William said lightly.
"Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing, I won't kill you this ti." After Ada finished speaking, she endured the pain and staggered forward. She wanted to leave this place and never see that guy again.
William's figure flashed and appeared in front of Ada, holding Ada in his arms, "Don't be so stubborn." His hand reached out, gripping her wrist before she could shove him away. "You know I'm not letting you"
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