Amanda Smith's face turned a translucent shade of white due to fear. Hearing Samuel Johnson's words only intensified her terror.
Last time?
The crushing pain of the memory he had inflicted upon her last time assaulted her whole body in an instant, and a cold sweat broke out over her. She started to struggle, heedless of anything else.
To Samuel Johnson, her strength was negligible. Holding her wrists, he easily pushed her onto the bed.
As she was forcefully pinned down on the bed, a look of despair appeared in Amanda Smith's eyes.
This man never cared about whether she was willing or not and only considered his own pleasure. Her feelings were never within his scope of consideration.
Samuel Johnson looked down at her, his expression somewhat smug, as if to say, what use is your refusal?
However, when he saw Amanda's lips trembling slightly, he suddenly felt a bit of discomfort.
Was it necessary to be so frightened? Hadn't he said that this time he'd be gentler with her?
