Chapter 4

(Lena's POV)

There was no way for me to stop him.

"Please, Rafael, calm down ......"

Rafael's palms were wide and strong, his palms already coarsely calloused, and whether it was brushing against my legs or my arms, I couldn't help but want to scream. I tried to push him away, but in his eyes, it was almost like a kitten's fight, and not only did it not stop his movements, but it stimulated him to intensify them.

I watched as my skirt was ripped open by him layer by layer, with only my panties barely covering me underneath, but Raphael wouldn't stop there, his hands rubbing over my breasts with such force that I couldn't help but scream out, which in turn made his movements even rougher.

At first, he just wanted to rip my clothes off, but now, he has started to touch me.

I was pinned underneath him and could not move, I could only keep feeling his palm wandering over my body, first on my thighs and then rubbing against my inner thighs, he did not stop, his palm hit my lower body directly, the movement was not too forceful, but it disgusted myself who could not help but have a physical reaction as a result.

He rubbed over my breasts and lowered his head to kiss the side of my neck, my refusal falling on deaf ears.

"Rafael, why can't you listen to me ....."

"I told you, Lena, you asked for all of this."

It seems like I've been treated this way from the beginning to the end.

I didn't choose my rights, never have, never have. The abuse and warnings from my father, the humiliation from my stepmother and her daughter, even the suspicion of my own identity, those humiliating days at the bar ......

I never wanted to die, but such a life should not have belonged to me. I want to live an ordinary life, to have a lover, to form an ordinary and happy family. But all these are very far away from me.

Yes, these are my extravagant hopes. I could no longer pin my hopes on my father and family, my mother was dead and my grandparents had left one after another. I wanted to escape, to support myself through my ability. But two months in a bar didn't make it easy for me. Men wanted my body, and some women were jealous and just wanted to see me embarrassed. I couldn't leave Nina to live alone.

I thought that was the worst of it.

But why, I will meet him again.

Everything from three years ago was like torture, and the better the memories, the more pain I felt. But I was the one who was abandoned. I should have been the one who pulled his clothes and questioned why he treated me that way in the first place.

However, I still have no choice.

As Raphael cupped my face and kissed me again, I suddenly felt some relief, and tears flowed out like that, without having to suppress and pretend anymore, as he kissed me passionately, depriving me as much as he wanted, regardless of my wishes.

I shed a lot of tears until the moment he got up and let go of me, I could no longer control my emotions and cried out loud.

After crying out, I instead had a strange sense of relief, as if everything in the past had been left behind differently.

But I cried, not just because Raphael treated me this way, but also because of the countless other times that it all came together to crush me.

(Rafael's POV)

I don't want to admit that I lust after her body, every inch of her body is like magic, so I can't help but reach out and touch it, wanting to draw more.

Lena struggled a lot, but we knew each other so well that she couldn't refuse me.

I wanted to sleep with her but obsessively categorized the idea as a desire for her. Like a woman, good-looking and hot, standing naked like that in front of a man with normal physical desires, he couldn't control his desire. I attribute this desire to Lena's seduction, not to the love between us that has long ceased to exist.

It would be a little too funny if love still existed between us.

Lena's body was white and voluptuous, and I wanted to possess her fiercely. But when I thought of what she had done, she and other men those entanglements, those possessive emotions and called for destruction.

I ripped her clothes like crazy and watching her dodge, I slapped her on the ass. I could feel her fall, even I was about to fall into it, but, suddenly she cried out.

At first, it was just a small sob, and finally, it turned out to be a direct release of the voice as if I had done it to her-

It is indeed going very far.

Her clothes had been torn to shreds by me, the only thing intact was her panties, her bra had been torn out of shape by me, she used her hands to protect her breasts, curled up in some distress, pulled the quilt to try to cover her body, but still lay very exposed in front of me.

I almost raped her.

This realization sent chills down my spine, and my previous desire vanished in a flash.

There is no difference between me and the men who bought her, and if I have to say it, it's that before she probably did it willingly and I was just a jerk who forced her.

But she would rather have sex with those men than she would with me.

I couldn't help but twist again at the thought, my hands moved more roughly as I watched the red marks appear on her body, but surprisingly there was no reason for me to stop.

At the moment, she is still crying and seems to have realized that I am not doing anything to her anymore.

At this point, I really can't do anything more for her.

As my sanity returned, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

To eradicate this emotion, I could only advise myself.

But she is to blame for all this, she betrayed me, how can she still have the face to pray for my forgiveness?

As I thought about it, I had gotten up and walked to the bathroom. The water was just the right temperature for me, the water left from the top of my head, my body had long been naked, if Lena had not cried, probably by this time I had penetrated her body.

At the thought of it, I couldn't control the memory of her body again. Lena's body has matured even more compared to three years ago, her body is concave and shapely, and that milk-like skin almost makes me unable to suppress the urge inside.

Her face - yes, her face, if there were a few childish moments before, now I can't control at all to put my eyes on her body ......

My thoughts were eventually interrupted for no other reason than that I was hard again.

I looked down at my bottom and for a moment didn't know what to think.

I shouldn't have such a desire for her. I can find any woman I want, but she's the only one who shouldn't be.

My ex-girlfriend, with whom I had many good memories, if she hadn't cheated on me three years ago, we might even have a child now, but it's all a delusion.

Because Lena did betray me, she slept with another man, chose to leave without saying goodbye, and three years later had the nerve to come back here and intrude into my life again.

The thought of this, no reason for anger directly to the top of my head, I slammed a fist on the bathroom wall, how ugly my face, I can imagine myself.

I have no control over myself, and that's what irritates me the most.

I was supposed to forget about this woman completely.

But I coveted her, both for her body and for her as a person.

Eventually, I had to take a cool shower.

When I returned to my room, I had expected not to see Lena again.

But she just lay there quietly, the quilt only covered half of her body, and she slept like that, with tears on her face that hadn't dried up. This look, on the contrary, is so pathetic that I have a heartfelt thought.

"Why not run away ......"

She could have run away, just as I was taking a shower earlier, she could have just grabbed a shirt, gone outside, called a cab, and parted ways with me never to see each other again.

"But why didn't you leave?"

My voice was soft, and if it wasn't quite enough all around, even I couldn't hear what I was saying. I lay down beside her and came up to her neck to smell her, that faint, seemingly unmistakable scent of body odor.

I found that I had the desire to do it again.

So had to pull away from her.

But she still slept soundly, as if she had not slept for days and finally had a chance to rest, so she slept very greedily.

Tormented by their desires, the culprit can be so comfortable.

For a moment, I was so angry I wanted to break her neck.

I struggled with this for almost as long before I finally decided to put it all behind me. Just like I thought before at the bar, let her fall in love with me again.

But this does not conflict with the possession of her body.

I will get back to her.

I pulled the covers off her body, and her snow-white body was presented to me like that. Because of the heavy sleep, her chest cavity is together, round breast also seems to become small and lovely.

I no longer feel guilty, after all, these are the things I deserve.

My palms wrapped around her breasts with ease, and Lena grunted a little because of it, and she seemed to get more comfortable as I rubbed them up.

This made me even angrier when I had wanted to get back at her.

This woman is simply playing with me!

The movements of my hands began to increase, and I pressed myself to her ear, almost gritting my teeth, "I gave you a chance, Lena, you were the one who wanted to stay, and I will show you that you were wrong."

The night was very long, and even some of the seconds were like years. I finally concluded that it was because there was a naked woman next to me. In the early hours of the morning, exactly what time it was I am not sure, I still went down from my bed, before leaving also very thoughtful to help the woman to cover up the quilt, which went out from the room.

I spent the night in the study until Landon gave me what I needed and I walked out of the room and into the bedroom.