Desperate Lovers

"You don't have to waste your time."

No matter who you seduce, they don't have the power to take you away."

James cupped her chin and forced her to raise her head.

Angela dropped her eyes, not looking him in the eye, "What about you?

Will you let me go?"

"You owe this to Jessica."

James looked at her broken red lips, and his eyes got a little deeper.

His fingertips lifted slightly, but when he was about to touch her lips, he wiggled his eyebrows and gave up.

Angela tugged at her lips. She was trying to smile but she couldn't. Instead, she felt the corners of her eyes got a little sore.

"What's the matter?"

Her sad face for another men looked harsh. James snorted and clasped her waist with huge strength. Their bodies pressed together, and he said, "Failed to seduce a man, are you feeling sad?"

His handsome, delicate features were so close, so close that their breaths tangled with each other and they could see the tiny pores on each other's faces.

Angela had fantasized countless times about lying in his arms and listening to his heartbeat, but she never thought it happened in this situation.

There was no tenderness, only sharp sarcasm like the sharpest knife in the world penetrating her heart, staining her blood.

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything as her throat was tight and her nose was sore.

So she was a slut in his heart?

"Two years in prison and you have become so horny to be fucked by any man you see?

Hmm?"

James pressed against her ear. His hand trailed up her slender waist, reaching her collar with a violent thrust. Ziiiip.

Her uniform were torn, revealing the washed out white clothes and a large patch of tender white skin.

The hot breath he spewed spiraled down Angela's cochlea, chilling down her back.

She looked incredibly at the button falling down onto the floor. Her butterfly-winged lashes was trembling.

She was stunned for a second, and then shoved him crazily, "Don't touch me!"

How could he do this to her? What did he think of her?

A hooker?‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒