"Heard what? You are my woman, what does it matter if I have you?!" The man coldly scolded, like a petulant child who felt slighted in a toy-stealing game, and as he spoke, he lifted her body upwards and pressed directly against her.
Involuntarily, Zhan Se shivered, a chill racing up her spine, her eyes filled with terror.
"Don't!"
Meeting her helpless gaze, Emperor Quan narrowed his eyes.
A moment later, he seemed unable to bear looking at her any longer, or perhaps he feared that seeing her would change his mind. So he simply flipped her body, making her face away from him, and mounted her directly, his voice hoarse, his breathing rapid.
"You don't want to? You don't want me, then who do you want?"
The man's face was livid as he spoke coldly. He paid no mind to her trembling body nor to the pain tugging at his own heart. The self-control and calm he always maintained were burned to ashes by jealousy, his gaze flaring with fire…
