Leila felt that she couldn’t withstand it any longer if this continued.
The sharp pain and despair caused her mind to be in chaos. She gradually blacked out and became unconscious. The warm wave of sexual desire in her body didn’t disperse, even for a little bit, yet the pain from her arm let her remain sober to resist the lust. The remaining strength in her body supported her to keep struggling. She bit him to refuse him and beat and kicked him with all fours. She even tried to scratch his face with the piece of porcelain.
“How dare you to bite me?” Charles slightly pressed his lips together and sensitively noticed the despair that flickered across her eyes, “And you even tried to disfigure me?”
Leila didn’t reply. She panted desperately, feeling that all the strength in her body had gone.
Charles’s gaze was unfathomable as if he had seen though her mind. He suddenly heaved a sigh and asked in a low voice, “Leila, are you really afraid of having sex with me? You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Yeah.” Leila leaned against the wall to support herself and continued, “You’d better let me go. Otherwise, I will cut my artery! I would rather die than having sex with you! Believe it or not, if I die, you will be held responsible. You can have a try.”
“You’re really tenacious!” Charles curled up his lips into a smile of compliment, “Good girl, you’re more aspiring than your sister.”
“Let me go!” Leila bit her lower lip. She had lost much blood from the wounds on her arm.
“Leila, why don’t you consider being with me? I will dote on you.” He studied her face carefully, shifting his gaze from her chin to her neck and finally fixating it on her chest.
Noticing his lines of sights, Leila lowered her head and took a look, and then her face immediately flushed, “Pervert!”
The button of the collar band of her shirt was unclasped and he could saw her cleavage.
“Shameless! Dirty!” Leila gritted her teeth and reproached him, wrapping her arms before her chest. He was looking at her breasts! Trembling, she clasped the button.
“I want many things.” Charles directly admitted it, “I want to fuck you, desperately.”
His words were so dirty.
Leila still felt angry. When she recalled that he kissed her without her permission just now, her heart ached as she felt sorry for Vincent. She was overwhelmed by a gush of despair and cried sadly and despairingly, “Let go of me! Pervert! Shameless pervert!”
“Good girl, rest assured. I don’t want to fuck a dead body.” He curled up his lips with a trace of smile flashing across his eyes, “Just wait, I will let Vincent detoxify you. Oh, is it because I’m not as charming as before? Or could it be that you are addicted to Vincent?”
Leila staggered again. She even felt it difficult to stand on her feet as if all the strength in her body were drained out.
Charles took a glance at the Vacheron Constantin watch around his wrist and twitched his mouth, “One, two, three…”
Then they heard someone kicking open the door. Charles shrugged his shoulders and then walked to the door.
The moment he pulled opened the door, he was greeted by a punch.
“Oh…” Charles screamed miserably, covering his chin with his hands, “Damn it, you really hit me, huh?”
“Screw you. I want to kill you now.”
Leila finally heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the familiar roar of Vincent. He came here. He came timely. Luckily, Charles hadn’t done something to her. Leila shook her head, feeling very dizzy. She felt so horny and the pain on her arm couldn’t help her resist the lust any longer, “Mr… Mr. White…”
When Vincent entered the room, he immediately saw Leila who was leaning against the wall with a blushed face. The corners of her mouth were red and swollen and her face was extremely red. There were three wounds on her arm, which were still bleeding. Vincent couldn’t bear to see it. He grabbed Charles’s cloth and took a punch at him, “Charles, fuck you, asshole!”
Charles got out of the way. He closed the door and walked to the sofa aside, curling up his lips into a helpless light smile, “Vincent, you should save your girl first.”
Vincent strode to Leila. Her cheeks were weirdly red and she was soaked in sweats with her arm covered by blood. She was still gripping a piece of porcelain, which had cut her fingertip and caused it to bleed.
Vincent’s pupils dilated and then contracted at the next moment. Feeling heartbroken, he shouted in a trembling voice, “Leila…”
“Mr. White…” Seeing Vincent hurrying to here with worries, Leila knew that it was not him who asked Charles to do so. She could finally relieve.
Leila looked up at him and let out a consoling smile, “Mr. White… I… I didn’t lose my virginity.”
“I know.” Vincent replied. He felt like having a sore throat as if a fishbone was sticking in his throat. It ached so much. “I know, my good girl.”
Leila grabbed his cloth tightly, “Take me away.”
“Okay! I will!” Vincent lowered his head and held Leila into his arms. He kept telling himself to calm down.
Maybe it was because she had used up all her will power, or maybe it was because she, who had been highly tensed-up, felt relieved when she saw Vincent, Leila’s body became feeble and she passed out in Vincent’s embrace.
“You’d better not leave now. How about this, I can lend my bed to you.” Charles’s voice sounded from behind.
Vincent pressed his lips together and didn’t reply, his expression gloomy. No one knew what he was thinking in mind. He held up Leila and turned his head to take a fierce glance at Charles, “Charles, I’ll get even with you for this when Leila wakes up! It will not end easily!”
“I didn’t touch her.” Charles looked at him, “She’s a good girl. She deserved to be cherished.”
“I don’t need you to tell me this.” Vincent fixed his sharp eyes on him, “Open the door.”
“I can lend my home to you.” Charles took a glance at Leila, “She’s bleeding. Treat her wounds first.”
“I don’t need your dirty place.” Vincent directly refused him, “Open the door!”
Charles had no choice but to open the door. He watched Vincent leaving the house and then turned around to look at the blood stains on the ground. A trace of helplessness flickered across his eyes.
On the top floor of the sea-view apartment…
Vincent swiftly opened the door and put Leila onto the bed. He then quickly found a towel to clean her wounds. There were three deep cuts on her arm and her cloth was soaked in blood.
“I must kill Charles! That son of bitch!”
He landed a blow on the wall. Because he had used great strength, the punch left a hole on the white wall and his hand got red and swollen. Nevertheless, Leila, who was semi-conscious, couldn’t see the scene when Vincent was roaring in anger.
Vincent eyes turned red because of anger and his handsome face was covered by anger. Charles, that son of bitch, how dare him to imprison Leila? Did he think that he could get his way?
Vincent lowered his head and saw the piece of porcelain that was gripped tightly in her hand. Vincent’s heart ached. In order not to be raped by Charles, she would rather to use the piece of porcelain to harm herself, right?
What a silly girl! Vincent felt touched and heartbroken. He lowered his head and looking at her blushed face, his eyes gradually became red. He wanted to take the piece of porcelain from her, but Leila still gripped it tightly and refused to let go.
“Leila, let go.” Vincent said in a low voice.
Leila still refused to loosen her grip. Vincent landed a kiss on her forehead, “Good girl. Let go of it. It’s me.”
Leila finally let go of the piece of porcelain. Looking at her fingertips and her arm which were wounded by the piece of porcelain, Vincent felt wrenched. He lowered his head, cleaned her wounds and then bandaged them. He then went to the toilet to wash his hands. His heart was still trembling when he recalled the bleeding wounds and the blood on her body. He would not let go of Charles, absolutely!
Lying on the bed feebly, Leila was overwhelmed by the warm wave of sexual desire again. She wriggled her body and groaned in a low voice, “I feel hot…”
Her face was crimson red, which made her looked like a mature apple and intrigued people’s impulse to take a bite.
Her pinky mouth was slightly opened and her breath quickened. She began to pull her cloth, wanting to take off her clothes so that she could be more comfortable. But she still couldn’t undress herself.
When Vincent walked out of the toilet, he saw her struggling and saying that she was hot.
“Leila?” Vincent sat down by the bedside to help her take off the clothes. He hadn’t expected that Charles would really drug Leila with philter. He frowned and gently stripped her.
Leila grabbed him and mumbled, repeating the words in a husky voice, “I feel hot… Vincent… I’m hot…”
Vincent took off her clothes. When he saw her chest that was heaving up and down and her fair, charming body, his reasons told him to retreat his hand, but he couldn’t control himself.
“Damn you, Charles!” Vincent knitted his brows. He didn’t want to have sex with her now because she was drugged, but he was only one who was qualified to detoxify her by the means of sex.
He moved her towards the inside of the bed and then got on the bed and embraced her in his arms.
Vincent looked down at her beautiful face and her red and swollen lips.
“Hot…” When she uttered the word, her lips were so close to his and their breaths entangled in the air. Her breath was hot and was so attractive to him.
Leila suddenly landed a kiss on Vincent’s lips. She opened her eyes and looked enchantingly at him. Her pupils were a bit dilated. She whispered, “Mr. White… I want Mr. White… I only want Mr. White…”
Although she was unconscious now, she was still calling his name, which satisfied Vincent a lot. He embraced Leila with cherish and distress, “Leila, good girl, I’m here!”
He deepened the kiss and gently kissed her lips. He knew that Charles kissed her lips before. This silly girl, at that time, she must be afraid that she would lose control of herself and therefore she harmed herself to stop Charles’s plunder.
He must cover Charles’s smell and only his smell could be left.
Leila kept turning over and wriggling her body as the sexual desire in her body became stronger and stronger. The place between her thighs was wet, “I feel hot…”
She rubbed Vincent with her soft boobies and murmured, “I feel so uncomfortable…”
She felt so hot and empty. She wanted so much to get rid of this torture… The lust in her body was becoming stronger and stronger…
“Leila, I know it. I know all of it.” Vincent’s masculine, hot breath sprayed on her face and a trace of wildness flashed across his black eyes.
He then kissed her passionately. Feeling his hot breath, Leila wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back.
While kissing each other passionately, Vincent began to take off their clothes.
Leila wrapped his waist with her legs. When her soft legs touched his muscular waist, Vincent felt that all his blood was rushing towards his head and the weird feeling made him felt extraordinary excited.
“I want you…” Leila whispered in his ear. She fixed her eyes on him affectionately without even blinking her beautiful big eyes. Her eyes looked charming and unfathomable. She let out a silly smile, “I want you…”
Vincent lowered his head to look at his girl. Under the effect of the philter, her face was radiating enchantment that could not be seen on her in usual times. And this made him excited.
He had never seen this aspect of her. She looked cute, seductive, beautiful and enchanting at the moment.
She kept wriggling her body, and in the end, Vincent finally failed to withstand such a sweet torture.