Tears welling in her eyes, Melissa pleaded, “Get off me."

Marcus slowly released her hand, noticing a cut on her finger. She whimpered in pain, “That hurts."

"Do you realize it hurts? You're a liar, aren't you? Tell me, does it hurt?"

Marcus seemed to transform into someone else. He intrusively slid his finger beneath her clothes, handling her roughly.

Her faint cries echoed through the small rental.

The pain was intense.

His deliberate harshness caused her agony. He had never been intimate with a woman, yet he seemed well-versed in their sensitivities.

"I really want to fuck you up. Then everything would quiet down.”

Marcus' face flushed with emotion. His demeanor towards her was a blend of icy detachment and intense desire. He stripped her of her composure, toying with her emotions.

Melissa let out a soft cry, not daring to raise her voice. In a hushed tone, she pleaded with him to stop.

Marcus whispered in her ear.

He watched her closely, catching every nuance of her expression.

“Do you like this? That I fuck you with my fingers?"

He had spoken so rudely to belittle Melissa. Her breath was short under his touch... Yet, as a woman inexperienced with men, she found herself unexpectedly stirred by him.

When she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, longing for a kiss, Marcus, with a frosty tone, questioned, “Melissa, have you ever truly loved me?"

Marcus' fingers trailed tenderly over Melissa's skin.

Tremors ran through her as she lay beneath him.

Abruptly, he inquired if she had ever harbored love for him.

Despite the time they shared, Marcus had never addressed Melissa with such gravity.

Melissa's body went slack under his weight.