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He scoffed, "I never loved you. It was all an act. I used you."

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I smiled, my smile filled with pain, "Funny how I like that. Use me as you want, Dylan. I've told you, I'm all yours." Then I rested my head on his chest, "All I ask is that you love me."

He walked us backward and when my butt hit the counter, he stopped. He carefully placed his gun on the

counter.

He bowed his head and buried his face in my neck, he sniffed as his hand groped my breast hard. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming in pain and clenched my fists to kill the urge to push him off me. His hand slid down my body and he hooked it at the band of my short shorts.

"No! no no," I wanted to scream as he roughly pulled down my shorts without bothering with the button and the hard material roughly brushed on my bare skin.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he hoisted me into the counter and roughly shoved his

dick into me.

My fingers on his shoulders tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. Hell! That hurt! He breathed hard as he rapidly thrust into me, pulling in and out and grunting into my neck.

It took a while before I could fake a moan which seemed to heighten his ego as his grip on my thigh tightened and his thrust became impossibly hard.

God, I wanted to cry as my back hit the wall repeatedly. This idiot used to make love to me so softly when we dated. My thighs hurt as I wrapped my legs around his hips and struggled to meet his pace.

"You know," he started but took a pause after another brutal thrust. "I used to admire your cleverness in dealing with Mark." He grunted, "Now, it seems that's all it is, you are just a boring, silly and pathetic woman," he scoffed, tipped his head back and grunted. "begging for my love."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"If loving you makes me pathetic and silly, then so be it I answered breathlessly. "Besides," I purred and faked another moan, "Don't you know that a woman in love has no IQ?"

"Hm hm."

"I treated him that way because I didn't love him. But you're different, Dylan. I love you.

I couldn't help but cross my fingers as I lied. Even the heavens should know that I didn't mean everything I was saying.

Dylan didn't say anything else, his grip just tightened and he quickened his movements.

I buried my fingers in his thick hair, and my body now synced easily with his.

I closed my eyes that it was just a matter of time. I just needed to be patient, that was all. And this shouldn't be so hard, after we used to make love before - when I thought he was Lucas. I just had to suck up to him until the time was right.

Well, during our ride back, Dylan became not so quiet and started to blurt about his childhood to his hostage at the back of the car a.k.a. me.

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Due to what I made sense of his fragmented stories, his upbringing and environment groomed him into a ruthless, brutal, cold and skeptical man.

But there was one thing they might or might not have groomed him to be but he wanted it. He lacked it anyway and even if he doesn't say it, he deeply yearns for it. Well, I was ready to give it to him.

I will give it to him and make him believe that someone sane could actually love an animal like him.