Milan stood at the end of the bed, reaching out to hold her shoulders, then pressed her down on the mattress, restraining her, pressing her down so that she couldn't get up, while his other arm slid down to her waist, taking off her clothes.

Ashley's breathing began to become chaotic, her spirit was lost, and she trembled several times as she opened her mouth, saying words that a whore couldn't say at first.


Breathing very chaotically, she suddenly shouted: "Get away! Get away!"

The man didn't seem to move, his tall body pressed down.

"Get away! Get away!" The flesh on her cheek began to tremble uncontrollably, she reached out to push.


Suddenly, her forehead was pressed down.

She wanted to cry but also wanted to laugh.


What was this?

"I'm a prostitute."

"For money, I can do anything."

"I'm a coward."

"I'm dirty."

"Milan! You said it yourself. You said it yourself. Did you forget? Did you forget?"

"You said you found me dirty, you said you would not touch me again. You said I was disgusting, you said I was extremely tasteless.

You said that.

It's all because of you.

Did you forget?"

How could he be like that?

How could he forget so easily?

A tearing sound rang out, and her clothes, at a speed visible to the naked eye, easily tore apart.

This "whoosh" sound, made Ashley dizzy for a few seconds, suddenly...

Not knowing where to get the strength from, her struggling arm broke free from his grip as if she had used all her strength, she pulled hard to unbutton his shirt, the white shirt he was wearing, pulled it off forcefully, then used force to push him down, she needed to raise her head, opened her mouth and bit hard on his shoulder.

This strong resistance, immediately visible from where her teeth were biting, a stream of bright red blood flowed out… it was his.

Milan frowned, lowered his eyes, then looked at her head, he did not move.

Ashley bit each bite, and in each bite, she saw blood.

Every time she bit down, she seemed to feel very comfortable… Milan, I ask you, does it hurt?

Every time she bit down, she seemed to feel more pain… Milan, let's enjoy the pain together.

Her heart ached to the point of pleasure, but she still bit his shoulder one by one.

And his shoulder, there was no place left intact.

Milan lowered her eyes, glancing at her shoulder covered with teeth marks.

The other woman seemed to be exhausted, leaning on his shoulder, panting, after two breaths, she bit the shoulder that was no longer intact.

Milan still did not move, his two hands tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her body tightly, as if he was helping her to commit violence against him.

Until she was really tired, to the point that the bite gradually shrank, then suddenly, he used his hand to press Ashley's entire body down.

The big hand pulled hard, even her last layer of protection was gone.

The man lowered his head and kissed her, bit by bit. Although she struggled, this time she was held tightly by his big hand and could not move. Those hot thin lips, on her body, took advantage of the situation, like the wind blowing the clouds, causing every exposed part of her body to be imprinted by his kisses.

Even at the top of her feet, he did not spare.

Ashley was embarrassed, frustrated, angry, embarrassed, and uncomfortable.

'Let go! Let go." She kicked her feet, her heart shaking. It was her feet.

He was crazy.

Milan was crazy.

Absolutely could not stay here anymore, absolutely could not let him hurt her again, absolutely could not go crazy with him.

She kicked him with her feet, wanting to run down the bed, out of his control, but that steel-like clamp tightened around her ankle, the man raised his eyes, his deep black eyes looked at Ashley incomprehensibly, lowered his head, then gently kissed her ankle.

As Ashley's face changed color like a palette, the man suddenly turned towards the head of the bed, and then tightly clamped her between his arms, hugging her.

From beginning to end, the man did not say a word, after lying down, he hugged Ashley tightly into his arms, sparing each word: "Sleep."

She did not understand...

After a while...

"I have a dormitory," Ashley said indifferently.

"Sleep."

"I am a girl prostitute, a scoundrel, I'm dirty, I make people feel disgusted."

"Sleep." The man opened his eyes wide, his eyes were deep black, looking at the woman in his arms, then closed his eyes tightly.

A moment later, the man opened his eyes wide again, looking at the woman in his arms, his cold voice rang out: "It's best to say everything at once." His patience was exhausted.

"I..." She felt that it was very difficult to communicate with Milan at this time, very difficult to explain, "I haven't showered yet..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she had already scolded herself in her heart... What was the reason?

Hugging her waist tightly, Milan coldly said: "Very well, I haven't showered either. Fair."

His tone was like this: "Are you going to sleep, if you don't sleep then do..."

Ashley didn't even understand this sentence.

She bit her lip unconsciously, not saying anything.

Milan at this moment, is unable to communicate, also very difficult to explain.

Not long after, Ashley heard the steady breathing, she slowly raised her head, somewhat surprised to look up at that sleeping face…

Really… asleep?

She carefully pulled away his arm that was holding her tightly, but no matter how much strength she used, she couldn't pull it away.

In the end, she had to give up because of failure, her eyes wide open and she stared blankly at the ceiling, too strange, Milan today, so strange that it made others feel confused, Ashley told herself: Don't think anymore. Who knows, this might be a new game to punish her.

Don't think anymore, that's how things are.

Partly because, she was tired, partly because, of the steady breathing beside her… Ashley's blank eyes looked up at the ceiling, increasingly drooping.

Unconsciously, her breathing became steady.

In the night, Milan opened his eyes, his deep black eyes, and glanced down at the sleeping woman who had her head resting on his elbow, his attention was focused on her shoulder full of hickeys, and his gaze became even more intense, it was impossible to see what he was thinking, then he closed his eyes again.