Chapter 39
Chapter 39 The Most Conservative
Just then, Jean walked over and tried to turn the bedroom doorknob.
He turned it a few times, but it did not budge.
At some point, Luke had locked the door from inside. However, this was just a regular doorknob, and it was not very sturdy.
Bianca's heart leaped into her throat and stayed there, all the blood draining from her face...
Her lips were sealed by the man's scalding kiss. She could only look at the man with sorrow deep in her eyes, shaking her head
desperately.
Luke kissed her for a long time, venturing deep into her mouth every time. After a pause, he pulled his tongue out of her mouth,
his gaze bright with an unending blaze of lust.
The man's well-defined side profile stuck to one of her cheeks. The warmth of their bodies melded together, and his large hand
did not ease up its grip on her wrists at all. Instead, his other hand, placed between his legs, applied even more pressure there.
"No..."
Bianca could not help another shudder.
Her knees were weak, and she needed to lean on something, but in her daze she pounced forward into his firm embrace, which
was already trapping her tightly.
"Let go of me... Don't do this..."
She could finally breathe. With tears in her eyes, she forced her voice into the softest of whispers.
The person outside would not stop either.
After Jean failed to open the door the first time, he did not give up. He thought that Bianca was just throwing a tantrum and
refusing to meet him. He knew that he tended to go out of hand when he was drunk.
He took a few minutes to calm down and lit a cigarette so he could settle his thoughts. As he watched the smoke rise, however,
he only grew ever more frustrated!
He stood outside the bedroom door, trying to turn the doorknob a few more times. It was as though he had a grudge with the
lock!
Finally, Jean slammed his cigarette butt onto the floor, screaming, "Bianca Rayne, do you think I can’t do anything to you just cuz
you locked the door? Don’t forget, you're my fiancee!!"
Bianca felt a pain in her chest.
She regretted agreeing to date Jean a year ago. She regretted holding out any hope for men a year ago. She regretted her naive
belief that she could still stand a chance at happiness.
Those were all her mistakes.
Luke seemed to have completely blocked off Jean outside. He behaved as though the two of them were the only ones in this
house, fully focused on absorbing her sweet beautiful body. 1
The hand between her thighs moved slowly, grabbing her thin nightdress that had been half-pulled away. He then pulled the
material upward until he could stuff most of her nightdress into his other hand.
The man did not let go of her, his gaze looking toward her lower body.
That was when he saw her lush bush...
Bianca struggled, but she did not dare to ram into the door. She was afraid of making too much noise, lest she raise Jean's
suspicions!
No matter what, she did not want two men to see her body at the same time!
She did not want Jean to overhear or see the humiliating way she looked right now. She did not want to be accused of being a
"hussy". 1 "Look at the way you're dressed. Don't you know that seeing you like this drives me mad?" Luke lowered his head
again to kiss her lips, his touch even rougher and more possessive than before.
His large hand touched her between her legs.
As his dry and scalding hand reached her, she felt some wet and sticky there.
Her body was selling her out...
Jean was right outside, and the only thing that separated them was a thin door. Bianca did not dare to move or scream, and her
sobs were all swallowed up by Luke's hot kisses.
Her eyes grew wetter and wetter, but the man only rubbed her even harder...
Bianca felt like a fish on a chopping board.
She did not purposely dress like this for his eyes. 1
When she lived alone, Bianca was not used to wearing her clothes to sleep. Today, though, she had put on a nightdress because
she had taken a nap in the daytime. The dress reached her ankles too; it was the most conservative one she had.
She never expected a visit from this man who was currently kissing her.
He did not give her a chance to explain, as though he was certain that she was doing this to seduce him. 1
Outside the locked door, Jean leaned on the door and took a long time to gather himself before he asked, "I know you’re at the
door, Bianca. My back is leaning right against it now, can you feel me? I know that you still love me "That’s enough..." She
pressed her legs together, and her body began to struggle again, her back pressed against the door.
Luke left her lips, his eyes open and filled with rage as he looked down at her, the petite little thing in his arms. 1
More tears gathered in her eyes. She could not shout because that would only make things even worse. Something like this may
not matter to a man, but to a woman...
She looked at the man’s strong brow and sharp features as she gulped. The two of them seemed to be frozen in time, but at the
same time, he had a powerful aura around him that made it hard for anyone to defy him on a whim.
'Turn around." The man’s voice was deep and filled with subtext.
Bianca may not have much experience, but she did give herself to another man five years ago, after all.
When he said, 'Turn around", it reminded her of those painful nights.
Back then, she lay in that bed, letting that man penetrate her over and over again.
Now, she shook her head, unable to say anything too loudly. However, she also knew that it did not matter what she said. This
man would not be afraid in the slightest, and he would just continue doing as he pleased...
Bianca was tired of such a life, dancing like a puppet to everyone else’s strings. She gritted her teeth. If he really did anything to
her today, she would sue him. No matter what it took, she would do it.
Before this, she was worried about her father's thoughts and feelings, so she lived a very shackled life.
Later, once she found a decent boyfriend, she started caring about her boyfriend’s thoughts and feelings, so she was worried
and frightened about everything. Now, her father had become someone else's father, and her boyfriend had become the person
who trampled all over her pride more than anyone else.
After she had lost everything, she suddenly found much more freedom in her despair.
She finally had nothing else to lose, so she could finally stand with her head held high. 1
She did not have to care about anything anyone else thought anymore. 4 "Are you rejecting me forthat lunatic outside?" Luke
looked at her coldly, his eyes wide open as he pinched her chin and bent down to kiss her.
It was a light kiss as clean and refreshing as water. Before she could feel his scalding hot tongue from before, the man had left
her lips and turned her around.
Bianca's back was facing him now.
He held both of her wrists in one large hand, raising them above her head and pressing them against the wall.
The man stood behind her, plastered close to her back. He pulled up her nightdress and held one corner of it in his hand.
That way, her entire beautiful and slender back was exposed before his eyes. He could see her soft delicate waist. 1
Luke's breathing grew uneven. He lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against her silky smooth skin...
"Ah... No... Ah!" Bianca felt a strange shudder rising up her spine. She raised her head and moaned.
Just as Luke was undoing his zipper, Jean felt the door move slightly from outside.
With that, he was even more convinced that Bianca was leaning against the door, just like he was.
"Are you crying?" Jean lowered his head in guilt and took a deep breath, pressing one hand against the trembling door. When he
imagined Bianca on the other side, leaning against the door as her body shook with sobs, he felt his heart ache. 1 "Answer me,
Bianca. Are you crying...?"
Jean inwardly cursed himself, calling himself trash for making a woman cry!