My First Love Died, Now My Step Uncle Wants Me-Chapter 154: Aren’t You Ashamed?

Nina was horrified, crying out in a choked voice, "Don’t!"

But Caleb only wanted to punish her severely right now!

He had warned her before they got out of the car: stay away from Finn Prescott!

But not only did she disobey him, she even dared to meet with Finn in private!

It had only been a few minutes, but she had already crossed his line!

She could only belong to him—from head to toe, down to a single strand of her hair!

The thought of what could have happened between her and Finn in those few minutes made him feel like she was slipping from his grasp.

He didn’t understand. All he wanted was for her to be obedient. Was that so difficult?

That feeling of being unable to completely control her surged up from the depths of his heart again. His chest heaved as he lost control, and the force in his hands increased.

Ignoring Nina’s struggles, he forcefully pried her slender legs apart. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Amidst Nina’s panicked pleas for mercy, he unbuckled his belt.

Only like this did he feel like he still had her completely in his palm, incapable of a single disloyal thought.

The hallway was right outside, and the door’s soundproofing wasn’t very good. People were constantly walking back and forth, their voices and footsteps unnervingly clear.

Nina was terrified, deathly afraid someone would push the door open.

Her voice was nearly a sob as she begged him, "Not here, Caleb, please, not here!"

As she spoke, she reached out to claw at him again!

Her flailing hands were quickly pinned by the man behind her. He held her hands fast with one of his and gripped her slender waist with the other.

The sounds of people passing by outside not only agitated Nina but also excited the man who was losing control!

With barely a thought, he forcefully took her!

Pain and shame washed over her at once. Nina bit down hard on her lip.

Soon, a cold sweat soaked the fine hairs on her forehead.

Listening to the footsteps outside, Nina had the dizzying illusion of being on public display. She felt as if she were being brutally humiliated, broadcast live for the whole world to see.

A fear and despair she had never known seized her!

’I don’t even recognize the man behind me anymore,’ she thought. ’I don’t understand why he has to trample on me like this!’

’And by trampling on me, doesn’t he feel humiliated himself?’

She bit her lip, enduring his powerful thrusts, telling herself over and over in her heart: ’It’s almost over. Soon. This will all be over soon!’

In that moment, she felt there was no difference between him and those other men!

’They’re all demons!’

Caleb rarely lost control like this. Gripping her small waist tightly, he bit down hard on her earlobe, his voice cold and hoarse. "Tell me, what were you doing with Finn Prescott?"

Nina arched her neck, her voice catching with breathless pants under his forceful movements. "Nothing. I don’t know where he is."

Caleb didn’t believe her at all. He bit down hard on her delicate earlobe again as if to punish her, thrusting deeply. "Nina, if you dare lie to me, I won’t let you off!"

Beads of sweat dotted Nina’s forehead from the pain. She arched her neck like a dying swan.

"I didn’t, I really didn’t! Please, it hurts, it really hurts!"

Caleb couldn’t be bothered with her cries of pain. The viciousness and his body’s honest reaction were making him lose control.

Her body was like a drug. He had tasted it once and become addicted, cutting off all paths of retreat.

His hands were large, and he gripped hers with immense strength, causing her excruciating pain.

The dual torment of body and mind made Nina start begging, "It hurts so much! I can’t take it anymore, Caleb! Stop!"

Her only answer was even more forceful movements and pain!

"Not here, I’m begging you!"

"My finger! My finger! You’re crushing my little finger! It hurts! Please!"

...

Finally, Caleb stopped.

The two words, "little finger," were like a cold flash of light that shocked his reason back into him.

He pulled out, hastily straightened both of their clothes, then picked her up and sat her on the sofa.

Then he took out his phone and made a call. "Bring a gown over for Nina Wynn to wear."

After hanging up, he lifted Nina onto his lap.

The coldness in his eyes had receded considerably by now, but his voice was still icy. "Did you have any contact with Finn Prescott just now?"

An unbearable pain shot through Nina’s thighs. Forcing it down, she shook her head. "I don’t know. I saw Noelle Landon walk by, so I went to look for her. I came back when I couldn’t find her. I don’t know about anyone else."

Caleb’s expression softened a little.

Nina wasn’t lying about that part. Nathan Fletcher had indeed come from that direction with Noelle Landon just a moment ago.

He smoothed her hair again, his tone gentler this time. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Nina lowered her head and hummed softly. "A little."

Caleb frowned and lifted her skirt to check.

Thinking he was about to do something else, Nina gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, panicked. "No, don’t! It hurts too much! Not here!"

Her voice was tinged with sobs!

Only then did Caleb realize he truly had lost control. Her wrists were bright red, and some spots were surely injured again.

He checked her waist and, sure enough, there were distinct finger marks already starting to bruise.

He felt a pang of regret and couldn’t help but kiss her. "I’m sorry. Just now, I..."

He was a man who had never bowed his head to anyone in his entire life. He didn’t know how to express his emotions, and he rarely ever made a misjudgment.

Now, all these things were piling up at once, and the words of apology were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Besides, in his eyes, it wasn’t really a mistake. A bit of intimacy between lovers in a lounge could be considered romantic.

For a moment, the atmosphere turned strange.

Just then, Warner Zimmerman arrived with the clothes.

Caleb changed her into the new dress himself, then rearranged her jewelry and hair ornaments.

Only when he was satisfied did he kiss her on the lips and whisper, "Don’t wander off. It’s crowded and complicated here. Just stay with Warner Zimmerman. The real show is about to start."

Nina said softly, "I want to talk to Noelle Landon."

After she spoke, they both fell silent.

The last incident with Noelle Landon had caused quite a commotion, and now she was the cause of another, smaller one.

Caleb frowned, his voice cold and heavy. "You can talk for a little while, but not for too long. Warner Zimmerman will stay by your side and watch."

Nina lowered her eyes and said softly, "Thank you."

Caleb added, "Someone like her isn’t suitable as a friend. She has many bad habits. It’s best you stay away from her."

Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Third Lord Master, Mr. Fletcher and the others are waiting for you upstairs!"

Caleb answered the call, then turned back to smooth Nina’s hair again, a layer of warning in his tone. "If you see Finn Prescott, stay far away from him. I don’t like seeing the two of you in the same picture."

Nina nodded obediently. "Okay!"

When they went out, the main hall was even more lively than before. Fine wine and gorgeous attire glittered under the lights—a scene of dazzling extravagance.

Nina had a little fruit wine herself and started to feel stuffy, so she pulled Warner Zimmerman out to the balcony off the corridor for some fresh air.

At this time, almost everyone was in the main hall, leaving the balcony completely empty.

Just as she stepped onto the balcony, a figure darted out from behind a pillar.