Chapter 745:

The mere thought of Aarya irritated Elyse further. She pushed Jayden away in disgust. “Get out! I’m not shameless like you. I won’t meet a man who has a girlfriend.”

Jayden noticed the aversion in Elyse’s eyes. A pang of something akin to sadness struck his heart. He moved closer, forcing her back onto the sofa.

Elyse fell onto the seat, panic seizing her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Jayden looked down at her. She still wore her competition outfit, a ballerina-like dress that cinched her slender waist. He reached out, almost in awe, as if marveling at how easily his hand spanned her delicate waist.

Elyse sensed something was wrong. Jayden’s demeanor was becoming too aggressive. His position gave him an advantage; it would be easy for him to do something unwanted.

Fear intensified. She needed to escape.

Jayden saw her intention. As she tried to leave, he leaned in and pinned her down. She was unable to escape.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she pounded his back, panicking. “Let me go! Do you really think I won’t call someone and ruin your reputation?”

Jayden seemed amused. He smirked. “That would be fine. Everyone would know I had you pinned down, that you’re mine. No man would dare come near you again.”

Elyse’s fury intensified. “You asshole! Get up! You already have a girlfriend. Don’t you dare touch me again. I refuse to be the other woman.”

Jayden grabbed Elyse’s chin, silencing her, and kissed her.

Terrified, she felt violated. He kissed her slowly, patiently—a patience that unnerved her. He knew every sensitive spot, having kissed her countless times before. He kissed her until she felt dizzy and weak, unable to resist. His hands explored her body.

Cupping her breast, he squeezed hard, his tone mocking. “I told you, you’ve gained weight. Your breasts are bigger now.”

Ashamed and furious, Elyse bit her lip to stifle a sound.

Jayden’s excitement grew; it was as if he’d discovered a new toy. He wanted a response. He buried his head against her breast, nibbling on her nipple, feeling her tremble slightly. He chuckled softly.

Elyse was a frightened bird, tensing at his every move. “What are you laughing at?”

“Your breasts are responding to my touch.” Jayden was satisfied. This was his woman, his rose.

In a hoarse voice, he said, “Elyse, you belong to me. Your body has long been marked by me.”

Elyse felt a surge of embarrassment but refused to show weakness. “I am not yours. If you’re feeling desperate, go find your girlfriend. Leave me alone.”

“I already am. Don’t argue. Let me enjoy this for a while,” Jayden muttered softly, continuing his actions more insistently.