Cheng Yu's attitude was aggressive. Ignoring my resistance, he tossed me onto the bed, his towering frame pressing down on me, his fingertips sliding into the crook of my leg.
My body tensed up in an instant, the words about to leave my mouth shattering.
With forceful thrusts, he pinched my chin with his fingers, pressing down on my shoulders from behind, his voice gentle yet beguiling, "Stepmother, you clearly enjoy it, so why hold back?"
He crushed my lips with his, teasing my tongue, saying, "Don't hold back, let it out."
Beading sweat on my forehead, my body trembling continuously, the thought of Sister Su still being downstairs blanked my mind completely.
I bit down hard on his finger, venting the rage inside me.
He wanted me to admit defeat, to submit to him, but I wouldn't give in.
I heard him inhale sharply beside my ear, and instead of releasing him, I bit down even harder, and, as if in retaliation, he grasped my waist and used even more force.
