Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 13 - - virgin blood

Chapter 13 - Chapter 13- virgin blood

She opened her eyes and stubbornly glanced at him, forcing back her tears while biting her lip in silence. Angered and ashamed, he thrust into her with force. This woman, why was she so stubborn?

As he entered, a warm, sticky fluid engulfed his heat, and a shiver of excitement raced through him—her virgin blood...

Whoever said that when a woman's blood mingles with yours, it is the most sacred moment in life? That woman, who had never shed tears despite all her suffering, was now willing to bleed for you. From this moment on, you have a responsibility towards her.

At this moment, inside her body, he felt her tightness and rigidity, and suddenly had the urge to take responsibility for her. It wasn't that he had never been with a virgin before, but she was the first woman to evoke such feelings in him.

He shook his head in irritation, casting aside this absurd thought. His lean body began to move rhythmically. She had never experienced intimacy and understood nothing; she could only cling to him tightly, grasping his back as he thrust into her again and again.

As he neared her peak, he halted his movements. The unbearable itch within her body made her furrow her delicate brow, and her beautiful form twisted as she pressed herself against him.

Breathing heavily, he whispered temptingly in her ear, "Be good, call my name!"

Stubbornly biting her lip and remaining silent, she was met with his persistent thrusts, teasingly pressing against her most sensitive spot, and finally, she could no longer contain herself and softly uttered, "Albert Wilson!"

The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat. He lightly pecked her purplish lips, which had been bitten, and shook his head.

"Call me Albert!"

Strangely, at this moment of such close union, he wanted her to call him that. Perhaps some people and things were destined from the very beginning—her stubbornness, her strength, her faint hints of petulance, and her pride...

She suddenly pressed her lips together. He narrowed his eyes and began to torment her again. Sweat dripped from his forehead and chest onto her fair skin, making her complexion grow increasingly red. He smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head, and playfully nibbled on her alluring pink chest. Unable to contain herself any longer, she dug her long nails into his back.

"Albert—"

He squinted with satisfaction, increasing his strength beneath her to fulfill her.

"Say you want me!"

He wanted her and demanded that she also crave him, need him just as he needed her.

"Albert, I want you—ah—"

A flash of white light blurred her vision, and as she let out one moan after another, her body trembled and melted beneath him like a puddle.

With her eyes tightly closed, she gasped for breath, her long legs still wrapped tightly around his lean waist, like a fish suffocating from lack of oxygen, clinging desperately to this lifeline.

He made no further movements, simply lying on top of her, waiting for her to regain her strength. His muscular body pressed closely against her slender form, their bronze and pale skin intertwining on the pristine white bed, entwined until death.

Once the waves of trembling finally subsided, Cynthia mustered the courage to open her eyes. The face before her was completely different from the elegant, seemingly astute and composed man she had seen during the day. At this moment, he resembled a wild beast, the flames in his eyes seeming to want to devour her.

She averted her gaze and reached out, trying to push him away, but his chest felt like a solid wall, unmoving. He even frowned in displeasure and growled lowly, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't… it over?"

She stammered and stumbled over her words, thinking this was the end.

"Ha ha…"

He suddenly chuckled softly above her head.

"Little enchantress, are you done enjoying yourself and just leaving me out?"

She felt embarrassed and flustered, her face turning crimson. He leaned down, teasingly kissing her and whispering wickedly in her ear, "This is far from over; this is just the beginning…"

Then, in her wide-open eyes, he launched another wave of his assault. After satisfying her, that would be the real beginning. His intensity was something Cynthia found impossible to withstand; her body felt like it was going to fall apart from his onslaught, yet it was an overwhelming pleasure.

She clung tightly to him, ascending to the peak of ecstasy again and again with his movements. Let her be a crazy Cynthia for one night; she had no choice but to be wild. His passion burned her throughout the night.

This night, his possession of her was nothing short of madness.

The next morning.

Having enjoyed a full night, **Albert Wilson** opened his eyes to see a figure standing by the bed—her dark, smooth hair, neatly arranged clothes, and a calm, composed expression.

"Mr. Wilson, since you're awake, let's discuss the terms of our cooperation!"

Albert Wilson was thoroughly enraged; never before had a woman called him "Mr. Wilson" so coldly after their intimate encounter and then casually discussed terms with him.

He sat there, simmering in anger, leaning against the headboard. His sharp gaze swept over her perfectly dressed figure. He remembered that last night, he had ripped all the buttons off her shirt. Did this luxurious hotel room even have a sewing kit? Had she really gone and sewn it back together one by one?

What patience!

Shouldn't she take this opportunity to ask him to buy her clothes? After last night, when she had satisfied him so thoroughly, he had always been generous to partners who pleased him. If she took the chance to ask for more, considering the feelings she had evoked in him last night, he believed he would certainly agree.

But seeing her act so nonchalantly right now made him furious. Suddenly, he sprang up with the agility of a leopard, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her onto the bed. Caught off guard, she fell onto his bare body.

Cynthia turned pale with fright, her whole body tensing as she lay there, not daring to move. After drinking a lot the night before, she barely remembered the passionate encounter, and by the end, she had been utterly exhausted, drifting in a daze.

Now, wide awake and so physically close to him, her softness pressed tightly against him without a gap. His large hand ruthlessly tightened around her waist, and feeling the prominent symbol of his masculinity beneath her, she nearly fainted.

After a moment, she finally murmured, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

He seemed to be in a good mood, his handsome face adorned with the lazy look of someone who had just woken up, his voice even more alluring.

Their eyes met; his were filled with a flickering, ambiguous flame, while hers reflected embarrassment and awkwardness. After so many confrontations, this was the first time Albert Wilson had the upper hand.

In reality, no matter how much strength she pretended to have, it was all a facade. No matter how much indifference she displayed, it was merely a disguise. Deep down, she was just a little girl in need of love. No! Now she should be called a woman—his woman!

In that moment, Albert Wilson thought he understood this woman.

Although he longed to intertwine with her again, considering her limited stamina and her stubbornness, he decided not to push her further and instead released her.

As soon as he finally let her go, **Cynthia** hurriedly scrambled off him and rushed to the nearby sofa. Just as she sat down, she saw him lift the covers and get up, revealing his strong physique, completely bare beneath the sheets.

Her face flushed slightly in embarrassment as she looked away, but he was completely unaffected by her reaction. Elegantly, he donned a robe and walked over to sit across from her.

Taking a few deep breaths, she presented the contract she had already prepared for him. He leaned back lazily, first looking at her thoughtfully before reaching out his long fingers to take the document and examine it.

That glance sent a chill of fear and excitement through her.

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As he looked at her, he couldn't help but smile, casually tossing the paper onto the round table beside him. He watched her with a hint of amusement.

"Miss Lancaster, you can't force someone into a sexual relationship without their consent?"

She felt a bit embarrassed but still forced herself to nod. Coming from him, those words sounded so harsh.

With his hands in the pockets of his robe, he leaned slightly forward.

"Are you sure, after last night, that you won't want more?"

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Her face immediately flushed red, while he continued with a nonchalant tone.

"I thought I performed quite valiantly last night, and you seemed to enjoy it—"

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember!"

She coldly interrupted him before he could finish, feigning calm as she sat there, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Oh? Is that so?"

His tone suddenly turned sharp. Damn it, how dare this woman disregard his impressive performance from last night?

"I wouldn't mind if we revisited it now!"

She immediately stood up, her nerves fraying, and he stood up in response, his bare masculine body suddenly pressing close to her face, so close that he could see the pores on her skin.

Cynthia's calm face flashed with panic, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anxiety. Logic flew out the window with his sudden closeness, and she ultimately bolted in distress.

Meanwhile, Albert Wilson chuckled softly as he sat back down, his long fingers playfully picking at the thin paper before tearing it into pieces.

Cynthia, in my world, in my affairs, I have always been in control. The consequence of challenging my limits is that you will lose even more!