His kiss was forceful, demanding, seeking to deepen it.

But Alexis resisted.

She fought back fiercely, kicking out at him.

Leonel seemed indifferent to the pain, using his strength to subdue her. Their breaths were heavy, their eyes locked in a mix of love and hatred.

"I still want to fuck you," Leonel admitted, his tone even cruder than before. He leaned in close, his forehead touching hers. “How often does he fuck you?"