Time seemed to stand still. Looking into each other’s eyes, Evander Lancaster said, "I will take responsibility for you..."

The words fell, giving Sophia Hamilton no chance to react. His thin lips pressed down again, this time not as gentle as before, passionate yet carrying a certain emotion. His hands were no longer shackled at her wrists and slipped inside along the collar of her knitted sweater.

When she was grasped, Sophia suddenly realized, pushing and resisting the man pressing down on her. While dodging, she shouted, "Get off... Bastard... You can’t do this... This is coercion..."

Fear quickly swept through her body, especially feeling the hardness pressed against her leg. Although she had no experience, with the internet being so widespread now, she knew what it meant.

The kiss continued. Evander Lancaster was already prepared to devour this little pepper whole.

A thirty-year-old man, like a leopard lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment, would act immediately once he set his sights on prey he liked.

The reason he didn’t act last night was that he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. But now, she was sober.

Listening to the woman beneath him crying accusations, Evander’s unclear voice sounded at her neck, "I’m not... If I wanted to force you, I would have done it last night..."

"Bastard, get off me, get off..." Her body was firmly restrained. Sophia cried out in despair, constantly hitting Evander’s shoulders, back, and face. He frowned, pulled a belt from the robe with one hand, and grabbed Sophia’s wrists with the other.

"Ah... What are you doing, bastard! Let me go... Do you know that this is rape... It’s illegal, I will report you..."

Evander knelt on either side of Sophia’s body, his bloodshot eyes locked tightly on her, jaw tight with no room for retreat.

After binding Sophia’s wrists, he leaned over again, kissing her as he removed her clothes...

When intruded upon, Sophia let out a desperate whimper, tears spreading across her face, her body tensing in pain.

She turned her face to the wall, her bitten lips expressing her regret.

She shouldn’t have recklessly stayed overnight at this thug’s house just because she trusted the CEO.

Sigh...

Evander let out a heavy breath, not rushing his actions.

Hearing the sound of sobbing next to his ear, he slightly lifted his body, cupped her face tenderly, kissing every inch of skin, swallowing her tears in the process. He spoke with a gentle, helpless voice, "Why are you crying? I said, I will be responsible for you..."

"I don’t need it!" Sophia turned her face stubbornly. Evander found it both amusing and upsetting, cupping her face again, smiling as he said, "Then you have to be responsible for me as well, because... you’re my first woman..."

...

In the bathroom, Sophia sat curled up in the bathtub, hugging her knees, face buried in them. It had been almost an hour, and she’d remained in this position.

She was raped, and not just once... That bastard, ignoring her resistance... made her bleed a lot, and it hurt terribly...

The more Sophia thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

Outside, Evander walked over again, knocked on the door with a finger, "Sophia, are you still not done? Come out,"

"Get lost!" A heart-wrenching scream followed. Sophia grabbed a slipper and threw it over in frustration, making a loud noise as it hit the bathroom door.