Her resistance only drew a more intense, forceful kiss from him, biting her lips until they bled.

The metallic taste of blood lent a perverse thrill to the kiss.

Nicole, beautiful like a captivating dahlia, seemed all the more alluring and irresistible for Jarrod.

Throughout the past five years, despite his desires, Jarrod had never sought solace with another woman. He had restrained himself, keeping his yearnings confined to dreams of Nicole, until reality seemed to fade away.

Nicole's vigorous resistance led Jarrod to throw her forcefully to the floor. He spit out some blood, his lips stained a violent red, giving him the appearance of a demon. "Nicole, it seems you still don't grasp the gravity of your situation."

His frustration at having his moment of desire disrupted soured his mood significantly. Jarrod, clearly agitated, brushed his handsome face and reached for the door handle.

"Don't!" Nicole clutched at him again. "Don't leave... Not here..."

After a brief hesitation, she made a decision. "Change the place, Jarrod. Let's go somewhere else."

Jarrod glanced at the large glass behind Nicole and the scene unfolding beyond it. Then, he realized her intent. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he slowly said, "I think here is just fine."

Nicole's face instantly turned paler than snow.

Taking his time, Jarrod leisurely wiped the tears from her face and said, "Since you're uncertain, let's wait here until you're ready, shall we?"

"Click." The sound of the door unlocking made Nicole shudder.

"Don't leave." Nicole held onto Jarrod, straightened up, and her clean, pretty fingers reached for his belt.

She had been intimate with Jarrod on many occasions. She knew exactly how to satisfy him. Every action she took was precisely calculated to arouse him, sending a continuous rush of pleasure through his brain.

Jarrod was aware that he had completely subdued Nicole. This version of Nicole, so vulnerable and appealing, was utterly irresistible to him.

“Thud."" A muted thud echoed.

Jarrod pinned Nicole against the crystal-clear glass.

Nicole, catching sight of Roscoe on the other side, tensed up completely, like a tightly wound string. "Don't..." Her weak and broken cries fell to the floor, unheard.

The sound of Jarrod's labored breathing seemed devilish as he taunted, "Nicole, look what your stubbornness leads to. After all your struggles, you still end up beneath me.."

His demeaning words and actions mixed together, grinding down what little was left of Nicole's dignity. She felt reduced to less than human. Merely an outlet for release, or worse, treated like a neglected animal.